Traveling through Naruto, I am Uchiha Obito?

"If I'm not mistaken, you might be a blood relative of my dearest friend, if Obito were still alive..."

Kakashi's voice was strained; he seemed to be using a great deal of strength to say those words:

"He... will definitely cherish you as a family member very, very much. He will be proud of you."

The Rubik's Cube's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the spatula. He looked away, staring at the sizzling food in the pan, and didn't respond.

It's so hard to keep up appearances! Why is Kakashi suddenly so emotional? Why does that line sound so familiar? Even though it's from Japanese adult films, this is clearly not the kind of dialogue we're talking about here! Now he doesn't even know what expression to wear.

Kakashi didn't seem to expect a response from the Rubik's Cube. He took a deep breath and continued, each word clear and firm:

"Although... I know you're very strong, much stronger than I am now," Kakashi readily admitted the difference in strength.

"But, Rubik's Cube, listen to me. No matter why you came to Konoha, no matter what you may encounter in the future..."

He looked at the Rubik's Cube with utmost sincerity, his eyes filled with the determination to protect the bloodline of his deceased friend, and said:

"Whenever you need help, no matter when or what. As long as I'm alive, I will do everything in my power to stand by your side. This is my promise to you... Hatake Kakashi."

A hush fell over the kitchen, broken only by the bubbling of the soup in the pot. The noise of the living room seemed to be shut out from another world. Kakashi's gaze fell heavily on the Rubik's Cube.

"Brother, stop! I'm scared!" the little voice inside the Rubik's Cube was screaming. "How about I give you my father's position? If you're really feeling down, go find him! I'm still young, I'm not interested in this 'friendship package' from Konoha! If you really want to be good to me..." A brilliant idea flashed in his mind, "Recommend me a few pretty ladies, and I'll recognize you as my godfather on the spot!"

The Rubik's Cube was silent for a few seconds, its long eyelashes drooping. After hesitating for a long time, it finally squeezed out a sentence:

"Um... I think... let's eat first..."

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The author has something to say

The next part of the story will be about the Chunin Exams, but the author is hesitant about the direction of the narrative.

One option is that the protagonist doesn't get involved in the Chunin Exams. During this time, the protagonist will resolve Senju Momono's inner conflict and give the character a deeper portrayal (actually, the author wanted to create some drama for Senju Momono).

As for the Chunin Exams, I won't interfere with most of them, but the protagonist will appear in important scenes. Other unimportant matches will be skipped to avoid padding the plot. Then, I'll go straight to the climax of the book—the Konoha Crush Plan.

Another possible scenario is that the protagonist infiltrates the Chunin Exams, encounters Ino again in the Forest of Death, saves Anko (fan service), and passes the exams with an air of superiority before heading straight to the Konoha Crush Plan.

The two directions mentioned above are for reference only. It is also possible to combine the two directions. I mainly want to hear everyone's opinions.

Ultimately, the idea behind writing this book was to have a good chat with everyone who loves Naruto and create stories together. I hope everyone can give me lots of feedback, and feel free to share any interesting ideas you have so I can take a look (doge).

Chapter 29 Drunk

Kakashi picked up the potato again and silently and efficiently completed the task of peeling and chopping it, as if the heavy promise he had just made had never happened. The Rubik's Cube also returned to its usual nimbleness, and as the spatula flew, an enticing aroma quickly filled the entire house.

"Dinner's ready!" Rubik's Cube shouted, and the noise in the living room immediately shifted to another location.

Naruto was the first to rush over, his eyes shining as he stared at the tempting dishes on the table:

Wow! It smells so good! Rubik's Cube Master is the best!

Sasuke remained silent, but he also abandoned his training posture and quietly walked to the table and sat down. Sakura followed closely behind, her gaze shifting between Sasuke and the food. Jiraiya stroked his chin, a look of approval on his face.

"Hmm, kid, your skills are indeed quite good, you have some of my style."

"You old lecher, stop trying to make yourself look good. We've traveled together before, and I'm always the one who cooks the meals here!"

"You brat, give your teacher some face..."

Kakashi strolled over leisurely, his hands seemingly holding a copy of "Icha Icha Paradise" again, as if everything that had just happened in the kitchen was just an illusion.

The atmosphere at the dinner table became lively. Naruto, while wolfing down his food, didn't forget his business, shouting with his mouth bulging:

"Perverted Sage! Hiccup... You promised to teach me super powerful ninjutsu! The Chunin Exams are coming up soon, I must defeat Sasuke! Hiccup... And that guy with the gourd!"

Jiraiya rolled his eyes at him, annoyed: "You brat, even eating can't shut you up! We'll talk about ninjutsu after we finish eating!"

"No, no! Tell me now!" Naruto continued to use the "Relentless Persuasion" skill.

Upon hearing this, Sasuke, who was sitting opposite Naruto, put down his chopsticks and looked sharply at Kakashi: "Kakashi."

His voice was calm but carried an undeniable seriousness: "I also need special training, not just to pass the Chunin Exams, I must become stronger."

His goal was always that man.

Kakashi peeked out from the top of the book with dead fish eyes:

"Hmm? Oh, I see. We'll talk about it after we finish eating."

Sakura sat next to Sasuke, watching the two of them strive to become stronger. Her eyes dimmed slightly as she silently ate the rice in her bowl, appearing somewhat resigned. She also longed to become stronger and no longer be the one being protected, but seeing Naruto and Sasuke's goals and determination, she felt a sense of powerlessness.

Rubik's Cube ate his meal quietly, taking in everyone's reactions. Naruto's shouting, Sasuke's persistence, Sakura's disappointment, Jiraiya's helplessness, Kakashi's perfunctory attitude... He quickly and elegantly finished his meal, then got up and went to the kitchen.

A short while later, he came out carrying a carefully packed lunchbox.

"I'm going out for a bit," Rubik's Cube said casually to the people at the table.

"Hey? Where are you going, Rubik's Cube? Is there any dessert left?" Naruto looked up from the pile of food.

"I'm going to find a friend." Rubik's Cube waved his hand, offered no further explanation, and left Naruto's house, leaving behind the still noisy crowd.

Night had fallen in Konoha, the moonlight cold and clear. Cube, carrying a lunchbox and reading the note, arrived at a courtyard—the home of Senju Momonogi. He knocked on the door.

A moment later, the door opened. Senju Momono appeared in the doorway. She had clearly just finished bathing, wearing only a loose bathrobe, her long, wet black hair casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands clinging to her fair neck.

The neckline of her bathrobe was slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone and subtly visible curves. She exuded a languid and aloof aura, a mixture of post-shower steam and a unique fragrance, appearing both distant and silently alluring under the dim entryway light.

She leaned against the doorframe, her beautiful eyes sweeping lightly over the lunchbox in Rubik's Cube's hand before finally settling on his face, her voice slightly hoarse from just having showered:

"Have you thought it through? If you want to go... we can do it now."

As she spoke, she stepped aside to make way for the bedroom, her gaze drifting meaningfully towards it, her posture languid yet direct.

Instead of going in immediately, Rubik's Cube stood at the door, reached out and shoved the warm lunchbox into Momono's arms.

Momono instinctively caught it, the warm touch seeping through the thin silk bathrobe, making her slightly startled. She glanced down at the bento box in her arms, then looked up at the Rubik's Cube, a rare hint of genuine doubt appearing in her usually aloof and cold eyes:

"...Bento? What does that mean?"

She couldn't understand why this eccentric and unpredictable guy would bring her a lunchbox so late at night.

Rubik's Cube, hands in his pockets, shrugged, his tone as casual as ever, but lacking his usual cynicism:

“It's nothing. After all, you're one of the few people in Konoha I can consider 'acquaintances'.” He paused, his gaze sweeping over the quiet house behind her.

"A few noisy guys came over today, it was quite lively. I was just thinking..."

He looked into Momono's eyes and said, "If you're home alone, you probably won't have anyone to eat with, right? So, I came over to keep you company."

Having said that, Rubik's Cube ignored the momentary stunned look and deeper confusion on Momono's face, and didn't wait for her response. He acted as if he had simply completed a trivial task, turning sideways and walking past Momono, who was still standing frozen in the doorway holding her lunchbox, heading directly towards her dining table, casually saying as he went:

"What are you standing there for? Come in and eat. It'll get cold if you don't eat now."

Momono stood there, clutching the still-warm bento box, her body stiff beneath her bathrobe. She watched the figure walk into her house and head towards the dining table, the moonlight and lamplight mingling on him.

The words "No one's eating with you, is there?" and "Come keep you company" echoed in her ears, carrying a kind of simple care that she hadn't felt in a long time.

This feeling caught her even more off guard than when he suddenly attacked before. A crack appeared in her cool and alluring mask. She looked down at the lunchbox, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the smooth surface of the box, momentarily speechless.

Momonoki, holding the bento box still warm from the Rubik's Cube's palm, stood there stunned for a few seconds before slowly closing the door and following the figure who had already sat down at her dining table. She placed the bento box on the table, untied the ribbon, and inside were several delicate home-style dishes, still steaming and smelling delicious.

Rubik's Cube had already set out two sets of chopsticks and bowls, gesturing for her to sit down. The two sat facing each other and began to eat in silence. The atmosphere was somewhat subtle, lacking both Momono's usual probing and aloofness, and Rubik's Cube's usual nonchalant attitude. Only the soft clinking of the bowls and chopsticks echoed in the quiet dining room.

"How does it taste?" Rubik's Cube picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and asked casually, breaking the silence.

Momono chewed slowly, glancing up at him upon hearing this before lowering her eyes again, her voice flat and emotionless:

"not bad."

The corners of Rubik's Cube's mouth seemed to curve slightly, but he didn't say anything more. After the two had almost finished eating, he suddenly pulled out a small, exquisite porcelain bottle from the sealed scroll as if by magic, with elegant patterns painted on its surface.

"A small drink after dinner helps you sleep." He placed the porcelain bottle on the table and gently pushed it towards him.

Momono's gaze fell on the porcelain vase, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and an undisguised disdain instantly appeared on her face:

"Alcohol? One of the three forbidden things for ninjas. I won't drink it."

Her tone carried the rigidity and wariness of a professional ninja, as if the porcelain bottle contained deadly poison.

"Don't worry," Rubik's Cube slowly poured himself a glass. The pale pink liquid rippled in the glass, emitting a sweet fruity aroma.

"It's fruit wine, homemade, with a very low alcohol content, almost like fruit juice. Besides..."

He picked up his glass, glancing at Momono through the rising steam, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"Don't forget your 'mission'. What if... you get me drunk? Then you can easily complete the mission, right? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

He emphasized the word "mission." Momono's body stiffened almost imperceptibly. She looked at the tempting pink liquid in the Rubik's Cube cup, then at the confident smile on his face. He was provoking her, and also giving her a seemingly reasonable way out. Alcohol… was indeed a common aid used in carrying out certain missions.

She hesitated for a moment. Reason told her she should refuse, but the Rubik's Cube's words were indeed persuasive—"get him drunk," "complete the mission." And besides, the fruity aroma was undeniably tempting…

Ultimately, professional ethics and a barely perceptible curiosity prevailed over rigid discipline. She pursed her lips, reached for the porcelain bottle, poured herself a cup, and the action carried a hint of resignation.

"...Just one cup."

Rubik's Cube smiled and raised his glass, indicating, "Please, feel free."

At first, Momono remained cautious, sipping her wine slowly. The fruit wine was sweet and refreshing, with a rich floral and fruity aroma, and she couldn't really feel any alcohol in it. But after a few glasses, she gradually felt something was wrong. A warm current rose from her stomach, slowly spreading to her limbs, and her head began to feel a little dizzy. Her vision seemed to be shrouded in a soft light. Two alluring blushes rose on her fair cheeks, spreading all the way to her delicate earlobes.

Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, or perhaps she felt the time was "ripe." Under the table, her once neatly placed, pale legs, barely visible beneath the hem of her white floral bathrobe, began to stir restlessly.

Small, rounded toes unconsciously curled and stretched on the wooden floor. Then, a jade-like foot wrapped in the silky bathrobe, with a tentative languor, quietly stretched out from under the table, like a newborn kitten, gently kicking Rubik's Cube's leg with its soft paw.

The Rubik's Cube held the wine glass steadily, seemingly oblivious. Seeing no reaction, the jade foot seemed to grow bolder and began to rub upwards along the inside of his calf, with a deliberately clumsy and teasing manner, aiming directly at the more sensitive inner thigh.

Just as that cool, incredibly soft toe was about to touch the danger zone, Rubik's Cube didn't move the hand holding the wine glass, but his other free hand darted down like lightning and accurately grabbed the troublesome ankle!

"Ah—!" A short, sharp scream instantly shattered the drunken, ambiguous atmosphere in the restaurant. Momono reacted as if burned, trying to pull her foot back, but Rubik's Cube's hand remained firmly planted like an iron clamp. He even mischievously used his thumb to lightly massage the softest part of the inside of her smooth ankle.

The sudden, intense stimulation, mixed with the embarrassment and annoyance of being caught red-handed, made Momono tremble. Her drunkenness seemed to dissipate somewhat, and the blush on her face deepened. She looked up and met Rubik's Cube's eyes, which were full of mischievousness—those eyes clearly said, "You've put on quite a good act, but your acting skills are terrible."

In an instant, all the deliberate, purposeful coquettishness froze on her face. The performance was exposed.

Momono's expression quickly shifted from surprise and embarrassment to indifference. She forcefully pulled her foot back, awkwardly tucking it back into the hem of her bathrobe, as if she hadn't been the one trying to flirt with her foot just moments before.

She avoided the Rubik's Cube's gaze, picked up the wine glass in front of her, and as if to hide something, tilted her head back and drank the rest of the fruit wine in one gulp. Then she slammed the empty glass down on the table with a soft "thud." Next, she picked up the bottle, poured herself another full glass, and as if she had a grudge against the wine, tilted her head back and gulped it down again.

Seeing her "what's the use of drinking" attitude, Rubik's Cube simply raised an eyebrow, didn't expose her, and poured himself another drink, sipping it slowly.

The spicy (for her) liquid, mixed with fruity aroma, rolled down her throat, glass after glass. Momono originally only wanted to use heavy drinking to cover up her embarrassment, and incidentally "borrow courage" or "numb the other party," but she clearly underestimated the aftereffects of this "juice" and overestimated her alcohol tolerance.

As the small porcelain bottle was nearly empty, an even stronger wave of dizziness suddenly struck. The Rubik's Cube in front of me transformed into two blurry, overlapping images. My head felt like it was stuffed with warm cotton, and my thoughts became incredibly sluggish and heavy.

'Oh no…' Momono's heart skipped a beat, and her fingers gripping the table trembled slightly. This time, she clearly realized that she was probably… truly drunk.

Chapter 30 Momonogi's Past

Rubik's Cube looked at Momono, whose eyes were glazed over, cheeks were flushed, and who was trying to support her head but couldn't stop tapping downwards, and sighed helplessly.

Trying to get information out of her? In her current state, where she can barely sit still and her mind is a complete mess, what useful information could she possibly get out of her? She'd probably just spout nonsense no matter what she asked.

He stood up and walked to Momono's side. She seemed to sense someone approaching, and groggily raised her head. Her usually cool eyes were now misty with tears as she looked at him blankly, with an unconscious vulnerability.

Rubik's Cube bent down, put one hand under her knees and the other around her back, and with a little force, lifted her warm and soft body into his arms.

He was enveloped in a warm, soft body. Momono was only wearing a thin bathrobe, and through the silky fabric, he could clearly feel the curves of her body and her astonishing heat.

She let out a soft moan unconsciously, resting her head against the crook of his neck. Her warm breath, carrying the sweet scent of alcohol, sprayed onto his skin, and a few strands of damp hair brushed against his collarbone.

Rubik's Cube tensed instantly, a surge of heat rising uncontrollably in his lower abdomen. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he cursed his younger brother for being too assertive, forcibly suppressing the surging urge.

He carried her into the bedroom and gently placed her on the soft bed. He adjusted her position to make her more comfortable, then pulled a thin blanket up to her waist to keep her warm. Having done all this, he straightened up, ready to leave this space that had been stirring his thoughts.

Just as he turned to leave, a cool hand suddenly reached out from under the covers and grabbed his wrist with considerable force.

Rubik's Cube paused, clicking his tongue inwardly: 'Here we go again? Still putting on an act? This drunken pretense is quite persistent.'

He tried impatiently to pry open the tightly clenched fingers.

"Don't...don't go..." Momono's voice, thick with nasal tone, rang out indistinctly, completely unlike her usual cold and aloof demeanor, instead sounding like a lost child sobbing.

At the same time, she struggled to sit up! To Rubik's Cube's astonishment, her soft body, burning hot and fragrant with the aroma of alcohol, threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and burying her face deep in his shirt.

Rubik's Cube froze again. This time, not only was his lower abdomen burning, but his heart skipped a beat. He instinctively tried to push her away, his hand barely touching her shoulder, when he clearly heard her broken, tearful, drunken murmurs, buried against his chest:

"...Mom...Dad...don't leave...me...it's so dark...the basement...it's so cold..."

"...Lord Danzo...please...so much blood...my father's..."