Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 611 A Hasty Romance

The topic was brought back on track. Mikoto looked at the two people in front of her. Satsuki was staring at her with bright, sparkling eyes, just like a best friend waiting to hear love gossip.

Mikoto silently labeled this "other daughter" she had taken in, and then sighed.

"So, you two were sneaking around following Sasuke this morning just to see how his relationship with Mai was progressing?"

Zuo Yue nodded frantically, her expression earnest and eager. The person before her was both the mother of this world and the biological mother of the person being followed; there was no more authoritative source of information in the world.

"Then you're probably going to be disappointed." Mikoto lowered her hand, a look of worry spreading from the corners of her eyes to the corners of her mouth, her tone sinking several degrees. "Although Fugaku and I are both eager for Mai to join our family, we've been hinting and making advances for years. But they don't have that kind of relationship right now. They're not dating."

"...You're not dating?" The light in Satsuki's eyes visibly dimmed by half. "Why is that?"

She couldn't accept this answer at all. Zuo Yue had always been quite perceptive when it came to matters of the heart. The Naruto of this world, Uzumaki Mai, did indeed seem much colder than her own Naruto, with almost no emotional fluctuation when she spoke.

However, the way Mai and Sasuke talked definitely didn't seem like they were talking to a simple, ordinary friend.

The way his tone was calm yet every word resonated with a response, the unspoken understanding between him despite his cold words—it didn't seem like something that could happen between two people who had no spark.

"You think I haven't tried to persuade him?" Mikoto's voice was filled with exhaustion and helplessness. "I've been talking to Sasuke since he was a teenager. If hints don't work, I'll be direct. If direct hints don't work, I'll practically tie him up and send him to that girl. But Sasuke just won't listen."

"Right now, it seems Sasuke's plan is to get Mai to confess her feelings to him."

When Mikoto said those words, her expression was as if she were reading a diagnosis report for a terminal illness.

"...Isn't it fine too?" Naruto added.

"What's so good about it?!"

The calm, reasoning, and composed Uchiha Mikoto from before has disappeared again, leaving only a mother on the verge of collapse, tormented by her son's eccentric personality.

She took a deep breath and began a barrage of accusations.

"A person with this kind of personality expects the other person to take the initiative first? When will that happen? When his hair turns white, or when I can no longer lift my arms to hold my grandchildren!"

Satsuki stood to the side, her lips also slightly downturned. To be honest, she was quite disappointed as well. This wasn't the scene she had originally envisioned. She imagined seeing Naruko Uzumaki, now a married woman, walking side by side with her on the streets of Konoha, perhaps wearing rings on their fingers, their understanding so profound that they could communicate with just their eyes, without needing to speak.

In reality, the progress bar didn't even reach halfway; they were more than friends, but not quite lovers.

Compared to Naruto, I'm miles behind. It's like eagerly anticipating breaking open a sweet potato to find it's roasted to a golden brown, only to bite into it and discover it's still raw in the middle.

"...Over there! They're coming out!"

Suddenly, Satsuki lowered her voice sharply, reached out and grabbed Mikoto's sleeve, pulling her forcefully behind the wall.

The three of them quickly shrank to a position where they could hide. Before they knew it, they had been chatting with Mikoto for so long. Sasuke and Mai had finished watching the movie and were walking out of the cinema one after the other.

Naruto looked at the two figures ahead of him, who were already crouching down like habitual stalkers, and couldn't help but lower his voice and say, "Wait a minute, isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to follow someone's private appointment or conduct a private operation without permission? We've already been caught once, haven't we?"

"Not good? Is it?"

Zuoyue turned around and glanced at him.

"Not good? Is it?"

Mikoto also turned around and glanced at him.

The two people speak in the exact same tone and have the same expression. How can it be called stalking if one person is observing another version of themselves in another world? How can it be called stalking if a mother is concerned about her son's romantic relationship progress?

Naruto glanced at his wife on his left, then at his respected elder on his right, and finally swallowed all his moral struggle.

Having no other choice, he had to grit his teeth, bend down, and follow behind the two women.

On the street, Mai and Sasuke walked side by side, at a moderate pace.

The morning sun streamed down from directly overhead, casting distinct shadows on the sidewalk. They chatted casually, discussing the movie they had just watched, their conversation flowing smoothly and steadily. It was a perfectly normal scene, neither cold nor ambiguous, with no interaction that went beyond that of ordinary friends. They seemed like just regular friends who had arranged to spend the weekend together, nothing more.

Soon, Sasuke slowed down, his gaze drawn to a spot ahead on the street.

"He Gan Si is already open today."

He stopped and turned to look at Mai. "I heard they recently developed a new flavor of ice cream, and the reviews are pretty good. It's not lunchtime yet, so let's go queue up together while it's not too crowded."

Naruto followed Sasuke's gaze. A rather long line had already formed in front of a dessert shop with a rather upscale storefront.

The rich aroma of desserts wafts continuously from the shop: the mellow richness of butter, the slight bitterness of caramel, the crispy aroma of toasted bread edges, and the cool sweetness unique to ice cream, all intertwined in the air.

However, Mai looked up at the sky. The midday sun was directly overhead, casting its rays straight down without any obstruction, leaving not a single decent shadow on the ground. She squinted slightly.

"You want dessert? Then go queue up yourself. It's a bit sunny, I'll find a shady spot to wait for you."

Upon hearing this, a fleeting look of disappointment crossed Sasuke's face. The disappointment came and went quickly, but he didn't say "okay," instead immediately swallowing the expression back.

"What's the big deal? We came out together today, right? We're not doing our own things. What's wrong with queuing with me for a bit? It won't take long."

"...Why do you insist on making me stand in line with you?"

Sasuke's ears turned red. He turned his face away, looking at the wall on the other side of the street, unwilling to let Mai see his expression.

Then he spoke, his voice a full tone lower than before.

"That's because... I... want to see your silly face."

"Smack."

At the base of the wall behind them, Satsuki and Mikoto simultaneously slapped themselves on the forehead.

They lowered their heads together and let out a sigh filled with helplessness.

"...Then you can go sunbathe by yourself."

As expected, Mai's lips twitched slightly as she rejected Sasuke's tsundere behavior.

Satsuki and Mikoto were filled with disappointment and frustration, while Naruto remained silent. He stood behind the wall, his gaze passing over the two women sighing and rubbing their foreheads, and landing on the female version of himself.

Mai Uzumaki declined the offer to hold hands while queuing, but Naruto noticed something else.

There's a strange feeling... how should I put it... Mai, who's standing next to Sasuke now, seems a bit weaker than when I first saw her at the dessert shop yesterday.

Fun Fact: This book states that Uchiha Satsuki's physique perfectly inherited from his mother, and is even more outstanding.