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Chapter 338: The Promise of Kaori and Naruto
🕑 Added 2025-05-04 15:35:27 +0000 UTCThere was a moment of silence.
Kaori looked down, Kyoko's small hand gripping her mother's skirt tightly.
"If that's the case... promise me you'll come back unhurt," Kaori whispered, her voice trembling.
Naruto nodded slightly, then stepped away, opening the front door that swung slowly in the warm breeze, now feeling like the breath of death.
As the door closed, Kaori hugged Kyoko tighter, trying to hold back the fear that coursed through her body like a cold poison.
"Will everything... really be okay...?" Kaori murmured more to herself.
Sakura gave a faint smile, then gently patted Kaori's shoulder. "We are trusted servants and guards. We will not disappoint Master Haruto."
Outside, another explosion echoed, shaking the window panes. Yet inside that house, for a moment, there was a flicker of resolve that endured—a glimmer of fragile certainty amidst the storm threatening everything.
Hearing that name, Kaori's jaw tightened, and her fingers, which had only been gripping the edge of her dress, now clenched tightly—so hard that her knuckles turned white, a stark contrast against her pale skin.
For a brief moment, a flash of discomfort crossed Kaori's eyes. Just for an instant, as quick as a shadow reflected on the surface of water, but clear enough for anyone watching Kaori to notice.
Kaori's heart was in turmoil, like waves raging against the rocks in a winter storm—rough, deep, and invisible from the outside. She took a slow, deep breath, as if trying to calm the storm raging within her. Kaori struggled to suppress the nausea gnawing at her throat.
That name—Haruto—was not just a name. It was a wound. That name was a rusty knife that continued to scratch, slowly cutting into Kaori's memory, causing a pain that never truly healed.
Yet Kaori remained silent. She chose to be quiet. The silence became a fragile yet sturdy shield that Kaori wore to hide the anxiety dancing behind her eyes.
Kaori knew that this house—a simple wooden structure with the soothing aroma of old pine floors, with walls filled with the warm light of low-hanging oil lamps—had become the only safe place for her and Kyoko.
Even though this house was built in Haruto's name, and even though Haruto's shadow still haunted the corners of the rooms like a stain that could not be wiped clean, this house was inhabited by different people.
People who sincerely wiped Kyoko's forehead when she had a high fever, who whispered bedtime stories on nights filled with fear, who warmed soup with love, not obligation.
Kaori did not trust Haruto. Never had. And perhaps never would.
But to these people—those who chose to stay, care, and not ask too many questions—Kaori entrusted her life. Her own life, and more importantly, Kyoko's life.
In Kaori's lap, Kyoko's small body leaned warmly, her tiny hands wrapping around Kaori's neck and pulling herself closer, as if Kyoko knew her mother needed strength.
That small touch, simple and gentle, was Kaori's anchor. Kyoko's warm breath on Kaori's neck, her calm heartbeat—was enough to keep Kaori standing.
So Kaori chose to remain silent. She swallowed her anger along with her calm breath, where she kept it in bitter silence, allowing the quiet to answer everything.
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Meanwhile, outside the house—behind the morning breeze carrying the scent of iron and scorched earth—Naruto and Sasuke stood silently among the small trees. The clear sky stretched without a blemish, yet the air beneath it already carried a bad omen, thin like a wound that had yet to dry.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, creating moving shadows on the ground that began to tremble gently, in rhythm with the distant thuds of explosions.
