As Hashirama was about to exit the hospital, he turned towards me, and my breath caught again. He seems to sense my presence. Given this is a ninja world, not a normal world, I must be extra cautious.
Hashirama turned back and approached me; my heart skipped a beat, wondering why he's coming. I had so many questions, but he spoke words I didn't understand.
From his interaction with my mother, it seems he knows her. It's been two days since I arrived, and I haven't seen my father – am I a single-parent child? In this ninja world, being an orphan or having one parent seems common.
Hashirama patted my head gently and stepped back, with little Tsunade watching from behind. After a bit more conversation (which I didn't understand), they parted ways, heading in opposite directions.
A while later, I saw a large house – in this life, it's apparently mine, and it's huge .
My mother was carrying me with my face towards her back, so I was seeing everything. As we were about to enter the house, a blur appeared before my eyes – a man with a white mask and animal markings stood before us. My heart and brain stopped; is that Root or Anbu? What's he doing here? If it's Root, is he here to kidnap me? No, wait – Hashirama's still alive, so there shouldn't be Root in Konoha yet.
I relaxed in relief. I don't know why I'm getting shocked time to time; it might cause my small heart to fail .
Due to the commotion behind and my trembling, my mother turned around and saw the Anbu. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she rushed to hug him lightly, mindful of me in between. Seeing this, I realized he's my dad. But where was he all this time? Ever since I've considered this woman my mother, I've been worried about her. The past two days, she'd glance at the gate anxiously, waiting for someone – him. He didn't come, and seeing her disappointment, I felt angry, maybe due to the blood in my veins or because I've accepted her as my mother.
Seeing her sad hurt me. A strong hand grasped and turned me; it was the Anbu, removing his mask now. His face radiated happiness, though anyone could see he's happy by his expression.
But anyway, in this life too, both my mom and dad are beautiful and handsome. My mother has dark black eyes and a lovely face, with a mole below her lip that adds to her beauty. My dad has white hair, yellow eyes, and a clear, handsome face – if I were not in the Naruto series, I'd say my father has hero potential just based on looks . As they were talking and hugging, I fell asleep again, unable to control my body.