In Konoha, This Naruto Has Decided To Take It Easy

Chapter 364 Wind Chime

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"You really are something..." Jiraiya chuckled dryly, taking another swig from his sake bottle. "Sometimes I truly can't figure out what it is you want."

"I don't know. People don't necessarily want the same thing. They want different things at different times."

"And what do you want now?"

"To take it easy." Naruto stretched his muscles in the water and took off the towel covering his eyes with one hand, “I want to go home and just lie down comfortably for a month before thinking about what's next."

"After that month of rest, maybe I'll want something else."

"That sounds like something you'd do. As for me…" Jiraiya paused, his hand holding the sake bottle in mid-air, "I guess I don't really know what I want either."

"Nagato's incident made me reflect on whether there was something wrong with my way of teaching. You, kid, don't share my ideals at all, but now, looking at you, I think it turned out fine."

"If one could live out their life peacefully, that wouldn't be such a bad ending."

"Pervy, you're always sighing for no reason. That really makes you seem old." Naruto said with a chuckle, "I'm going back to my village, and you're off to continue

The old-fashioned TV screen in the living room was on, but no one was on the couch. The static sound from the television echoed in the empty living room, and he was almost startled by his own loud footsteps when he went up the stairs.

He remembered that this staircase was not so noisy, and going up and down the stairs would not make such a loud noise. But with each step he took now, his footsteps were met with a resounding echo.

In the empty house, the crisp sound of his footsteps seemed almost piercing.

On the second floor, two adjacent doors were closed, one room belonged to Tayuya, the other to him. To be precise, he had only stayed there once, but traces of his presence remained.

Standing before the two doors, Naruto instinctively reached out to open Tayuya’s door. However, just as his hand touched the handle, he drew back as if it had burned him.

"Maybe she’s out and hasn’t come back yet. It wouldn’t be polite to just barge in." He muttered to himself.

So he reached out and pushed open the door that belonged to him instead.

As the lights flickered on, the room gave him a strange blend of unfamiliarity and nostalgia. The bed and floor were spotless, immaculately clean.

On the desk were his used towel, toothbrush, and a change of clothes, all carefully stored in transparent containers.

At that moment, Naruto realized what the familiar feeling in this unfamiliar room was. He glanced at the small, now unwearable clothes sealed in the boxes, reaching out to touch them.

He wandered around the room for a bit, eventually finding a clean blanket. Opening the window, blinding sunlight poured in, and the wind chime on the balcony jingled softly.

‘The wind chime looked almost identical to the one from my old house. Did she remember it after visiting my house once, so she just bought it?’

Naruto slowly pulled the wind chime towards him by the thin string, examining it carefully. The calmness and composure he had tried so hard to maintain was instantly broken.

There was a line of tiny words engraved around the wind chime, ‘Tayuya and Naruto's Wind Chime’.

He released the wind chime, letting it swing back and forth, its soft ringing filling the air. He instinctively lowered his head, opened the transparent box and began to check the items inside, but there was no more writing.

As if he had thought of something, Naruto abruptly left the room, forgetting to close the door behind him. He rushed downstairs, and the sound of his footsteps was like a rapid drumbeat.

Lifting the stuffed toy on the couch, he found a ribbon tied to the back, with both his and Tayuya’s names written on it. The same was true for the pillows, the television, and the cups. Countless tiny notes with their names written on them made his heart race with confusion.

‘How come this person believes everything I say so easily?’