Chapter 141 A Gift Full of Thought (4k)

“Today’s training is over; it’s already late, everyone should head back,” Muzuki said gently.

It was already seven in the evening, and it had grown dark.

“Mm, goodbye, Muzuki-sensei,” Obito said excitedly, bidding farewell to Muzuki.

“Goodbye, Muzuki-sensei,” Shisui also said his goodbyes to Muzuki.

“Shisui, I won’t be going back with you today; Rin and I have something to do, so you can go back alone,” Obito told Shisui.

Since they were planning a surprise for Shisui, they certainly wouldn’t go back together.

“Mm, then I’ll go back alone,” Shisui nodded, his expression not changing much.

Finally, after bidding farewell to everyone, Shisui walked home alone.

The moon on October 19th was also very round, and under the moonlight, Shisui’s shadow stretched longer and longer, parallel to the nearby trees, making him seem not so lonely.

“Just like usual…” Shisui recalled his day, finding no difference from the norm.

Thinking carefully, was the day of birth really that special and worth celebrating?

For a Ninja, wouldn’t the day of mastering a powerful Ninjutsu be more worth commemorating?

After leaving the South Border Forest, Shisui gradually entered the Main urban area, and the number of people around him slowly increased.

Although it was wartime, the warring parties had not yet exerted their full strength, and Konoha had not been significantly affected; the Main urban area was still a prosperous scene, and even at night, there were still large crowds on the streets, and various shops were brightly lit.

“Be good, don’t cry; mommy will buy you a toy when it’s your birthday.”

The child, who had been crying for some unknown reason, quickly smiled again after being comforted by his mother.

“Daddy, I want to eat that!”

“No, didn’t you just finish dinner?”

“But I really want to eat it.”

“Then only one.”

Some children, seeing the tempting aroma of fried food on the street, couldn’t help but ask their parents.

Some parents couldn’t resist the pure pleas of their children’s faces, while others could use various techniques to make their children give up voluntarily.

“This is too expensive; we are poor and can’t afford it.”

“If you eat this, you’ll be taken away by the legendary Uchiha Madara tonight.”

Hearing this, Shisui felt a little subtle; had his ancestor really reached the level where he could stop children from crying at night?

Curious as to why so many children wanted to eat it, Shisui bought a fried meat patty and tried it.

To be honest, Shisui only found it ordinary after the first bite, a world of difference from the Tempura Muzuki made.

With the mindset of not wasting food, Shisui ate it all.

As Shisui gradually approached the Uchiha clan territory, the surroundings became quiet again.

As he neared home, Shisui felt a sense of relief that today was finally over.

Although he knew Muzuki couldn’t possibly celebrate his birthday, because Muzuki didn’t know when his birthday was, and he hadn’t told Muzuki.

But he still couldn’t help but feel a hint of expectation, that the mysterious and powerful Muzuki-sensei would know his birthday even without being told.

To be honest, Shisui somewhat disliked having such thoughts; he thought that if it were Obito, he would definitely go directly and happily tell Muzuki, “My birthday is coming soon.”

Since he hadn’t told the other party, why should he still hold expectations? Isn’t that expecting something impossible to happen?

“Shisui, you must learn from your grandfather Uchiha Kagami and become a strong and brave Ninja who inherits The Will of Fire.”

Shisui remembered what his uncle had told him; his recent thoughts were clearly not strong, even though he was currently just a six-year-old child without parents.

“Don’t think too much, first strengthen your power, then practice the Breathing Technique for another two hours,” Shisui thought to himself.

The Ninja World speaks through power; no matter how many thoughts one has, without power, they are meaningless.

Shisui skillfully walked to his home, which appeared pitch black from the outside.

After all, no one was home; it would be strange if the lights were on.

Although it was pitch black, it was his own home. As soon as he walked in, even before turning on the lights, Shisui keenly observed that something was amiss; some things had been added.

He quietly took out a Kunai from his Ninja tool pouch, changed his breathing rhythm, and narrowed his eyes, observing his surroundings.

Suddenly, the lights came on, and the dazzling white light of the electric lamps illuminated the previously pitch-black room.

“Happy Birthday, Shisui!”

Shisui, holding a Kunai and ready for battle, was stunned by the sudden appearance of Muzuki and Obito’s group; with a clatter, his Kunai fell to the ground.

“Happy Birthday, Shisui,” Muzuki congratulated gently.

“Sorry, I originally wanted to give you a surprise, but it seems there was more ‘shock’ involved,” Muzuki said with an apologetic expression.

“Hehe, so Shisui, you can make an expression like that too,” Obito chuckled, looking at Shisui, who had wide eyes and a bewildered face. If only he had a camera, he would definitely have taken a picture for remembrance.

“Happy Birthday, Shisui! Your youth is constantly moving forward!” Might Guy gave Shisui a thumbs-up in celebration.

Shisui scanned his home, looking at the festive decorations everywhere, and felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

As much disappointment as he had felt on his way home, Shisui was now just as happy.

“Muzuki-sensei, how did you know today was my birthday?” Shisui’s lips curved into an uncontrollable smile as he asked.

Although he was very excited internally, Shisui was indeed very curious how Muzuki knew his birthday; it couldn’t be that he went and asked his uncle, could it?

“I don’t know; Muzuki-sensei told us,” Obito replied.

“This is the wisdom of adults,” Muzuki said mysteriously.

He was Shisui’s homeroom teacher; such a thing was too simple. He just needed to look at Shisui’s file.

At this moment, Shisui had many things he wanted to say to Muzuki, but when it came to his lips, he didn’t know where to begin.

He really hadn’t expected that a faint fantasy deeply hidden in his heart would actually come true. If he hadn’t encountered a child celebrating a birthday on his way home, Shisui himself might not have even noticed he had such a fantasy.

Muzuki had miraculously known his birthday and then brought Obito and the others to give him a huge surprise that night.

“I…” Shisui’s mind was a bit muddled.

“Thank you, thank you, Muzuki-sensei, and everyone,” finally, all the words in Shisui’s heart turned into a single thank you.

He was truly grateful; even if Muzuki hadn’t gone to the trouble of decorating the room and surprising him, just a simple “Happy Birthday” would have made him very satisfied and excited.

Because he hadn’t told Muzuki his birthday, he hadn’t planned to trouble Muzuki to celebrate it with him; it was, in a way, a pleasant surprise.

“Look at the cake! We picked this together, you know. Although it’s not as big as the one we jointly bought for Muzuki-sensei before, it’s still good,” Obito said, lifting the lid off the cake.

“Shisui, this is my birthday gift for you. Let’s keep working hard and exercising together to become powerful Ninja in the future!” Might Guy gave Shisui a green jumpsuit just like his own.

“Guy, thank you for your gift, I’m very happy,” Shisui thanked him.

He decided to keep this outfit as a collection; wearing it himself would feel very strange.

“This is the Kunai I won for first place in the Youth Ninjutsu Competition last time. I was in a hurry and couldn’t think of anything good to give, so I’ll give this to you.”

Obito handed his previously won silver Kunai to Shisui, a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

Time was too short; he couldn’t think of anything to give. The only valuable item he had on him was this silver Kunai from winning first place in the competition.

“Obito, thank you for your gift, but since it’s so commemorative, why don’t you exchange it for a normal Kunai and keep this one for yourself?” Shisui said.

Shisui was already very happy that Obito would offer something he cherished so much as a gift; that sentiment was enough.

“No way! How can a gift that’s been given away be taken back? Shisui, just take it; I’m not taking it back anyway,” Obito resolutely pushed it into Shisui’s hand.

Seeing Obito’s determination, Shisui didn’t refuse and accepted Obito’s kindness.

He planned to go and get first place when the Youth Ninjutsu Competition started, and then give Obito a first-place silver Kunai for his birthday too.

Rin Nohara’s gift was her handmade item, which looked a bit rushed due to time constraints, but Shisui saw the thoughtfulness and nodded in thanks.

“Thank you all so much,” Shisui said, taking a deep breath.

This surprise was truly unexpected; he was so happy.

“Shisui, you haven’t even seen my gift yet, don’t rush with the thanks,” Muzuki said with a chuckle.

Muzuki handed a rectangular gift box to Shisui and said, “Open it now; I hope you like it.”

Shisui nodded and, without hesitation, opened the gift as Muzuki instructed. He was very curious what gift Muzuki would give him.

After opening it, Shisui wasn’t sure what to call the gift for a moment.

If it was a Kunai, it was quite a bit longer than a normal Kunai; regular Kunai are usually eighteen to twenty centimeters, but Muzuki’s gift seemed to be thirty centimeters. If it was a sword, it wasn’t long enough; calling it a short blade, however, was fine.

Furthermore, the short blade’s appearance was rather ordinary, not as exquisite as Obito’s silver Kunai.

Suddenly, Shisui noticed Muzuki’s hands.

At this moment, Muzuki’s hands were not wrapped in bandages; his originally fair and slender hands had many scars, looking as though they had endured considerable hardship.

Looking at Muzuki’s injured hands, and then recalling Muzuki saying earlier that he was learning to make Ninja tools, and then glancing at the not-so-exquisite short blade in his hand, Shisui instantly understood everything.

Muzuki learning to forge Ninja tools was not for the needs of a strong person as he had thought, nor was it for Obito’s nonsensical Ninja tool shop; rather, it was to personally make a Ninja tool for him.

At this instant, the originally unremarkable short blade instantly became the best Ninja tool in the Ninja World in Shisui’s eyes, easily outclassing that first-place silver Kunai from the Youth Ninjutsu Competition by a hundred streets.

Truly, Shisui hadn’t expected Muzuki to go to such lengths for him.

Even his uncle, when celebrating his birthday, at most bought some things as gifts; he didn’t go and learn to forge Ninja tools and then personally make one.

One must know that Muzuki was very busy; his teaching hours alone were as much as their training hours.

“Haha, don’t let this short blade’s appearance fool you; it’s actually quite practical. When forging it, I had the boss mix in a little Chakra metal, so its Chakra conduction performance will be better than ordinary weapons,” Muzuki said with a smile.

It’s not that only Chakra metal weapons can conduct Chakra; it’s just that Chakra metal has better conductivity, and weapons forged purely from Chakra metal even have the effect of extending the blade’s sharpness.

Muzuki would have liked to use more Chakra metal to forge the weapon, but on one hand, the sudden demand meant the Ninja tool shop didn’t have that much, and he also couldn’t afford the price.

“However, the forging materials are really expensive! Just the materials cost hundreds of thousands of Ryo. So, your lunches and dinners won’t feature expensive ingredients for a while,” Muzuki said in a joking tone.

“Hundreds of thousands of Ryo!” Might Guy looked at the short blade in Shisui’s hand in shock, not expecting this unassuming item to cost so much money.

“No, I think this weapon is already very beautiful; I like it very much, extremely much,” Shisui said, holding the short blade in both hands and examining it closely, noticing that the characters ‘end’ (Zhi) and ‘water’ (Shui) were engraved on each side of the blade.

At this moment, Shisui’s heart was truly filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude; he even felt a little undeserving of Muzuki going to such lengths.

Had he and Muzuki known each other for a long time? Not really, not even a year.

He wasn’t Muzuki’s only disciple, just the first.

Yet, without him telling Muzuki his birthday, Muzuki actually gave him such a huge surprise.

Muzuki, despite his busy schedule, even learned to forge Ninja tools to prepare a gift for him, and even rushed so much that his hands got injured.

Whether it was the details of the Ninja tool or the materials added to it, Shisui could feel Muzuki’s importance and affection towards him.

At this moment, he somewhat understood those children who begged their parents for snacks and toys.

From Muzuki, Shisui experienced a feeling he had never experienced before.

What kind of feeling was it exactly? It was actively dispelling your confusion when you encountered difficulties, always thinking of you, and giving you the most anticipated hope when you were feeling down…

A slight mist appeared in Shisui’s eyes, a rare occurrence for him, because he was Uchiha Shisui, strong and brave, destined to inherit The Will of Fire.

He carefully placed the short blade close to his body, looked at Muzuki’s injured hands, and said:

“Muzuki-sensei, you’ve worked so hard, doing so much for me, I…”

As Shisui spoke, he didn’t know what else to say. Faced with such importance from Muzuki, what could he offer in return?

At this moment, Muzuki’s hand rested on Shisui’s head, and he smiled warmly, saying:

“Shisui, you must understand, I am your teacher, and you are my disciple; that is enough.”

Hearing Muzuki’s words, Shisui could no longer control himself; he hugged Muzuki and shed tears of joy.

“Muzuki-sensei, I will definitely live up to your expectations!” Shisui’s emotions completely burst forth.

The three disciples watching nearby were also deeply moved.

“What kind of birthday gift will Muzuki-sensei give me then?” Obito couldn’t help but wonder.

“Muzuki-sensei is truly a good teacher,” Rin Nohara thought to herself.

“What a youthful scene,” Might Guy thought, giving it a thumbs-up.

Seeing the message pop up from the system, Muzuki’s smile grew even warmer.