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Red Nara

I've got more interesting stuff on patreon patreon.com/Chill76 The protagonist is an accidental time traveler - he didn't wait, didn't guess, only dreamed, but ended up in history, which he didn't pay much attention to. He was just lucky with his lineage. Ryo is a new member of the Nara clan, from the Uzumaki lineage on his father's side, and it so happened that he was born not at the beginning of the known plot, but more than three decades and two world wars later. Now he has to figure out how to get out of this situation however he can. I've got more interesting stuff on patreon patreon.com/Chill76

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144 Chs

Chapter 90

"Father, at the very beginning of all this mess, practically nothing was left of the body," Yoshi replied.

"Lucky you, I didn't even have four," I responded, "and what about mother?"

"After the birth of my twin, she hardly even has time to sleep, let alone think about resuming her kunoichi career, just like my wife!" the guy gleamed with a malicious smile.

Damn, that's an idea! Of course, it's too early to think about such things now, but in four years, I can ensure Saya is bombarded with disasters so she doesn't run off anywhere! Considering she didn't fuss over me much back then, being too young at the time, after thirty would be the perfect time!

"Great idea!"

Smirking in a similar malicious smile, I nodded to my colleague and hurried into the office—it's time to fill out the form for Saya, and then... Then just to be safe, I'll take a nap in her room. It'll calm my heart because my hands are still shaking. I probably burned a kilogram of nerves overnight.

Jolting, I almost fell off the chair from the almost nearby quiet groan. Jumping to my feet, I immediately found myself by Saya's bed, noticing her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Mom, how are you?" I gently stroked her cheek to get her attention.

"Ryo?" her voice was hoarse and barely audible. "I... I'm alive? It hurts..."

It would be surprising if nothing hurt after such injuries! Grabbing a glass from the nearby nightstand, I poured water from the pitcher into it and carefully lifted Saya's head to give her a drink.

"Of course, you're alive, mom! As if I'd let you die! I spent the whole night putting you back together piece by piece!"

The urge to shout at her and cry with relief was overwhelming, but with a huge effort of will, I suppressed the childish impulse and remained calm. She shouldn't worry too much right now, and my hysteria wouldn't help anyone at the moment.

"Mom, you haven't called me that since I was two," Saya whispered, weakly smiling, but then tears began to gather in the corners of her eyes. "I'm sorry I almost left you alone, Ryo-chan!"

She tried to pull her hand out from under the blanket to stroke my cheek, but I had to help her with that since Saya didn't have enough strength. The sarcastic retort was literally on the tip of my tongue, but I restrained myself again, just warmly smiling back and pressing her hand to my cheek.

"It's okay, the main thing is that you're alive, and everything else doesn't matter," positive and only positive!

Mom didn't reply, just closed her eyes, but the tears that had been building up burst out like a flood.

"Shh, it's okay, no need to cry," sitting on the edge of the bed, I gently lifted her and hugged her, inhaling her familiar and dear scent.

Half an hour later, she calmed down, and I stepped back, wiping the tears from my cheeks and smiling encouragingly. I hate these situations! And also the sight of crying women! Especially ones that are dearer to me than anything else in the world.

"Well, now I have a wet robe because of someone," I complained with a sigh, inspecting the wet spot on my chest.

And I just changed it!

"Sorry," mom pouted playfully and turned away slightly in embarrassment.

And who among us is the child? Although I'm glad she doesn't feel the need to cry anymore. Saya should be as cheerful and energetic as I remember her my whole life!

"W-why can't I feel my legs?" she nervously swallowed.

"Two spinal fractures, after something like that, you can't just get up," I answered somewhat uncertainly, "everything else, including the bones, I've restored, but I didn't have the skills for the spinal cord, and I doubt I'll have them in the next couple of years. You'll need a medic of at least the second degree, if not more experienced."

The nervous system has always been the most difficult to treat, along with the chakra system.

"I see," mom's face paled completely at such an answer, although it wasn't particularly healthy-looking before, but the news was taken relatively calmly.

Considering how proud Saya was of her profession and how diligently she worked to improve her skills even when she was in reserve for a long time, this was a heavy blow.

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