Naruto followed Jiraiya out for a walk, and Kakashi was left behind, crouching in the corner of the wall to draw circles.

The people who traveled with me have changed, and even the scenery that has been seen these days seems to be a little fresher.

The child's eyes widened, looking left and right, looking up and down, and feeling that everything was fresh.

…… Well, after all, the perspective of a two-meter-two or two-meter-three person is generally not seen.

That's right, Naruto today is sitting on Jiraiya's shoulder.

He was also helpless, but he didn't ask too much for the little doll who had just been born alone and was only three years old.

As long as the child doesn't cry or make trouble, take a step back and don't cry, just make a little trouble, it's a child anyway.

I really don't know who this looks like.

Jiraiya felt the direction of the hair on his head, and followed the child to where he wanted to go.

This kid can pull his hair, but it's not messy, and it's not very heavy and not bald, which makes him a little relieved.

After about two minutes of shopping, the child's mood gradually cooled down.

After about half a street, the child lay on Jiraiya's prickly hair, holding his head and not letting go.

"Hey, don't get out of my eyes!"

Zilai also broke the child's arm across his face, and he didn't dare to push too hard, otherwise he would just lean back and hit the skull again.

Naruto howled again.

- "Hey, hey, okay, okay, don't cry!" ”

The 'cry' that Jiraiya heard this time was closer than the previous times, and of course it was louder.

The magic sound poured into his ears, and his skull hurt.

He felt that his head, which had looked small because of his thick hair, had gotten bigger - though it could have been just a psychological effect of him.

He sensed his surroundings blindly and avoided people, walked to what appeared to be a telephone pole, and silently held on to the pole.

Then the child howled louder, and passers-by ten meters away couldn't help but look at them.

"What the hell are you crying about?"

The young forty-one-year-old single also collapsed.

Is this how children can cry?

But what is it that makes you cry?

Jiraiya even thought of sitting on his own shoulder, and the act made him think of the possibility that his father could have treated him like this.

"I ...... I'm afraid of heights......"

After saying that, the child wows again.

It's true, he's really afraid of heights.

Sixteen-year-old Kakashi wasn't particularly tall, that height Naruto was barely acceptable, and he was a little square when he became an adult, but it was okay.

The main thing is that now he is 2 meters + and his walking is not something he can control, and his center of gravity will also wander when he walks, making him always feel that he is going to fall down after a few more steps.

The freshness had passed, and he began to square.

But he didn't want to go down, and it was troublesome.

Let the self also carry himself? It's okay to be cheeky enough to make a fuss for a while, but it's also so strong.

On his back, he is like a small quail that is only waiting to be cooked, and he can't write big characters, and he can only carry himself well when he scores into fire words.

So let him hold himself?

To be honest, Naruto was afraid that he would strangle himself if he didn't pay attention.

Or Kakashi is better.

He remembered Kakashi who had been thrown away.

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Zilai also had the intention to hang this little ghost on a telephone pole and go home by himself, but he couldn't do it, so he had no choice but to grab the child's back collar with his backhand, and finally took him off his shoulder and put him on the ground.

The child sat down without standing still, and then he stopped howling.

He slowly raised his head to stare into Jiraiya's eyes, his face full of sadness and grief mixed with expression, and he was very confused to see.

What's wrong with that?

I don't know!

"How can you ...... How can you ......"

Naruto's mood and expression were simultaneously complicated.

He cried before he could hear the second half of his words. Worry-free Chinese network

This is really crying, but it's not particularly sad, as long as he wants to, he can hold back the tears in the next second.

"Hey, what's wrong with you??"

Jiraiya felt that his head was big again, and he squatted down and asked without a temper.

"It's ugly and cheap, but Kakashi bought it for me......"

Naruto said this, and a few more tears fell.

In fact, he doesn't really care, whoever gives it he will wear it.

Excuse yourself to play, he's good at this.

"Huh?"

Jiraiya was stunned for two seconds, then lifted him up with the child's waistless waist, and turned around twice to see the yukata on the child's body.

- "It's ugly...... Ahem, no, that's not that much? ”

He didn't see a single blemish from above, not even much ash.

"Why not!"

The child resisted the urge to wipe his tears with his sleeve, and his small fist slammed into his chest, "This is under the telephone pole!" You're putting me down like this, I'm so miserable......"

As he spoke, the child began to cry again.

"Telephone poles...... What's wrong? ”

I'm even more confused, and I even want to pry open this one's skull to see what's inside.

"Telephone poles, this is a dog's favorite place! Huh, I can't ask for this dress......"

Naruto didn't even feel like he could ask for it anymore.

Although there were no traces on the ground and the poles were not very dirty, he couldn't stand the thought that it was a telephone pole.

He felt that even if he sat in the mud pit on a rainy day, he was not as miserable as he is now.

“……”

I also have a feeling that I don't want this child anymore.

- "Then don't, let's go, let's go buy new ones." ”

Jiraiya made a decision immediately.

This one is really ugly, and he can't even stand it.

"But this is what Kakashi bought for me, he'll cry if I throw it away."

Naruto sniffled, tears on his face and calmly began to talk nonsense.

“…… Then don't throw it away, just go back and wash this one, and I'll explain to him the reason for your change of clothes when I go back. ”

Jiraiya took a deep breath and tried to smile kindly.

"You wash me, I want to see you wash clothes~"

Naruto didn't pay attention and said what he really thought, but he didn't regret it.

“…… Okay, I'll take you to buy a yukata first, and then I'll take you to take a shower and then change it on, and I'll take it back, I'll give you, wash, okay, okay, right? ”

Jiraiya smiles and smiles.

Except for the smile of the nuclear good, the only expression left for him to look like he wanted to beat the child could be changed.

"Hmm."

Naruto sniffed again, revealing a horrified smile.

Jilai also got goosebumps, his eyelids jumped, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he grabbed the child's hand and walked to the shop that sold yukata without looking back.

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Naruto, who returned to his room, couldn't wait to throw the yukata he had changed into at the bathhouse after taking a shower and threw it to the ground, trotting into the hot spring pool where the room belonged and jumping down.

Kakashi in the corner silently came over to help him collect his clothes, but when he spread them out and tried to fold them aside, he noticed that something was wrong.

…… This is not the one he bought for him, and he doesn't have a yukata with such a pattern, right?

Kakashi didn't wonder for a few seconds before he came over with two buckets of water.

"I'm sorry, but for some reason, I bought him a new yukata."

Jiraiya reluctantly smiled at Kakashi, because he didn't know if there was anything wrong with Kakashi's aesthetics, so he didn't ask if the one he bought was better.

He placed the bucket on the edge of the hot tub, glared at the little dolls swimming in the pool, and began to wash the yukata that might have been in close contact with the telephone pole next to the telephone pole.

“……？？？”

Kakashi was carrying a new, good-looking yukata, very confused.