Chapter 2.

We got to the gate on the roofs, and to be honest, I didn't think that a person could develop such a speed. The car - yes, but not on foot! Everything around me flashed by so fast that I could not distinguish the details by turning my head around. It may only seem from the outside that it's easy to move around, but in fact, the oncoming stream of wind knocks out tears and it's not so easy to distinguish where exactly you need to jump, not to mention a decent height. Therefore, I hung on my mother's back like a sack of potatoes and, convulsively clasping her neck, tried not to stick out.

We got to the gate in just a couple of minutes, and given that it takes about two hours to get through the village on foot from us, then the abilities of shinobi inspire respect. The need for any means of transportation by type of machine simply disappears. Well, thank God, but the air is clean and nature is not polluted. This alone outweighs all the disadvantages of this world.

After stopping for a couple of minutes, we noted the papers of the four chunin standing guard, one of whom was a member of the Hyuga clan and left Konoha.

- Nara-san.

As we rounded the massive wall protecting the village, the squad leader moved closer to us, while the chunins took us into a neat box - two in front, two in the back and two on the sides.

Yes, Hyuga-san? "Before I decide which route we should take, I would like to know if you would like to spend the night under a roof, or will spending the night in the forest not be a problem?"

Mom gave me a quick questioning look.

- In the forest! Without a moment's hesitation, I replied.

The question is, why do we need scrolls with sealed tents and futons if we are going to spend the night in hotels?

- Great, then we will move west in a straight line to Khan, not turning off to spend the night in the settlements, - the jonin nodded and with a small release of chakra, moved to the head of the detachment.

Having run through the free space in front of the walls, we plunged into the forest and the NIGHTMARE began! If some time ago I thought that it was scary to move on the roofs, then it turned out to be flowers! The local trees resembled thousand-year-old baobabs, which could not grasp even five people, and the lowest branches were about twenty meters above the ground! Running up the trunks, it was on them that the shinobi jumped, gradually rising higher. Soon the ground below began to seem very far away, and only with a gigantic effort of will did I suppress the fear of heights that had begun to creep out. But even that was not the worst - moving at such a speed as a passenger, I simply did not have time to notice all the branches rushing towards me and was constantly afraid that we would plunge into one of them at full speed. I had to look around so as not to wag my nerves once again. Another problem was the jumps from branch to branch themselves - the contents of the stomach constantly rushed to the throat, at the top point, then fell down when we landed on the next tree. Of course, the movement was smooth, without sharp jumps, but the very oscillation up and down down and up pretty swayed. Fortunately, I guessed in time to start the accelerated circulation of the chakra in the body, miraculously avoiding the fate of a fountain of half-digested food. I don't want to embarrass myself like that in front of everyone.

After a couple of hours, getting used to this way of moving a little, I just closed my eyes and soon felt that I was starting to fall asleep. Excessive nervous strain had an effect, and the child's body also required rest. I did not resist, and settled down comfortably, fell asleep.

The whole day was uneventful and rather monotonous, except for the activation of the Byakugan from Hyuuga. Nothing interesting, just the veins on the temples and around the eyes appear, and they themselves begin to glow a little from an excess of chakra in the dojutsu. The detachment made several stops to eat and do the necessary things, after which the movement continued. In principle, all trips should take place in a similar vein - fast, boring and without traffic jams! It was even possible to talk normally only with the help of hand gestures, but since I had not yet studied them, my mother's hands were busy, and the rest were vigilantly guarding us or pretending to be, dying of boredom in the same way, I could only follow the shinobi and doze .

With the onset of evening and the disappearance of the last rays of the sun, we stopped for the night in a small clearing. In general, the whole forest of the Land of Fire was some kind of decorative, too well-groomed. There were few bushes and windbreaks in it, grass grew up to my knees between the trees and there was no presence of weeds, so familiar to the eye in garden plots and orchards. It seems that before the whole country consisted of meadows, and then someone took and grew a thousand-year-old forest. At this point, you involuntarily perceive as the truth the rumor that Hashirama Senju really grew all the forests of the Land of Fire in a couple of steps. And most importantly, it is enough to cut down one such tree and you will get tons of wood. No one here cuts down forests just for export.

For the night, my mother took a large double tent with her, and thanks to the sealing scrolls, we didn't even have to install it - it was enough to print it out. The chunin looked at us with envy as they pulled sleeping bags from their backpacks. Oh, someday I will be able to do such things! The jonin were not much different from them, with the only difference being that their camping gear was sealed in small scrolls the size of a palm, while ours was elbow-length and contained not only a tent, but a bunch of everything else. Despite Konoha's alliance with Uzushio, various products of seal masters are expensive here and not every shinobi can afford anything other than explosive seals and simple sealing scrolls. After a quick meal, the jonins distributed the order of duty at night among their wards and we went to bed. True, it was not without surprise - my mother, after joking a little with Linley, invited her to spend the night with us. However, I don't even pull close to an adult, so the three of us fit without any problems. Two futons were moved closer, I was placed in the middle, and Senju and Saya were on either side of me. I had a chance to look at the impressive bust of Linley, and in general her figure turned out to be gorgeous, especially in black lingerie. It can be considered the dream of any man, because when changing into night clothes, they showed me almost everything, except for the most important thing. Hmm, it's time to let the fountains of blood from the nose ... maybe. But I remained completely indifferent - firstly, in the last few months I slept with my mother half the time, since Ryuta's death had a strong effect on her and she now tried not to let me out of her sight, and secondly - when you are breastfed for more than a year, then you get used to seeing this part of the female body, so I didn't see anything new, and thirdly, when you are four years old, your chest attracts you only in the form of a pillow and does not cause any other feelings, no matter how much life experience is behind you. So I let myself be dressed in my favorite pajamas with a charming hat in the form of a deer with horns, I buried myself in my mother and quickly fell asleep.

My awakening turned out to be not very pleasant - something heavy fell on top of me and prevented me from breathing freely. Groaning unhappily, I opened my eyes and tried to look around. The key word is "tried" because it didn't work for me. Moving a little away from the sleepy fog that filled my head, I discovered that during the night the positions of those sleeping in the tent had changed somewhat and at the moment I was being used as a pylon for the jonin, who was pressing down on me from above with her chest. Let's not forget the fact that the arms of the same impudent kunoichi wrapped around me were squeezed into this very chest, and the legs were pressed against the pelvis, preventing any movement. Great, just great! Trying to wriggle out, I only made sure that the hugs only got stronger. Puffing a little with effort, I stopped and began to think, how could I get out of such an uncomfortable position, but this activity had to be interrupted when I heard a stifled chuckle from the side. Puffing, I managed to move my head to the side, and turning it, I glanced to the right. The picture I presented did not please me at all. Absolutely! And I saw my mother choking on laughter, biting her knuckle, trying to make as few sounds as possible. It only worked until she saw my indignant face. After that, this traitor burst into laughter and holding her stomach, began to ride on the futon! She watched me suffer!

- Ka-chan!!!

But the attempt to appeal to the conscience of the parent was not successful, only giving rise to a new wave of fun. Pouting, I began to mutter under my breath about the injustice of life and the arrogant Senju, who in a completely shameless way use others as their pylons, while trying to choke! Unfortunately, when you are pressed from above by three or four times as much weight, you can't show much indignation, but you can hide the smile that crawls on your face by itself at the sounds of such a boisterous and sincere laugh. It's moments like these that make me realize how young Saya is still - some twenty-two years old, and for shinobi, this is considered the middle of life. And all the more joy is the fact that she has not forgotten how to laugh so happily even after the death of her father.

All the noise that had risen finally woke up Senju and, without letting me go, she began to resent that they were not letting me sleep normally.

- By the way, others also want to sleep for a long time when they are not being squeezed like soft toys and not used as a pillow! - I muttered indignantly from under her.

Linley froze at first, obviously realizing only after that, that she was hugging someone, and then she got up a little and looked at my indignant face.

- What a cutie!!!

If the hope was still glimmering in my head that they would immediately release me, then with this exclamation, she was buried. They began to squeeze me again and no protests and resistance could interrupt this process. Lord, do all women feel this weakness in relation to beautiful children? No one is trying to squeeze Shikaku like that, including his mother, at the same time, both of them are squeezing me with pleasure, as well as almost every friend who comes to visit us. Not that it happens often. Or is it just my hair color?

- Ka-chan, stop lying around - they are trying to strangle me here, and you are still laughing! - I tried to appeal to Sai's conscience, but only provoked a new wave of fun. Kami, thank you that there are seals on the walls of the tent, not emitting sound outside, as well as preventing looking inside with the help of Hyūga dojutsu, otherwise my shame would become the property of the entire squad. Not to mention, I don't want the curious to see this pair of annoying kunoichi in nightwear.

After a while they calmed down and I was released. True, this did not stop me from continuing to sulk, but according to the mating couple, it made me even nicer. Ugh, damn it! Since it was almost morning, we decided to get up and not wallow further. I changed clothes myself, resolutely refusing help, which earned me a couple of smiles. So, when we got out of the tent, two smiling women and one displeased me, quietly grumbling about the injustice of life, appeared to the shinobi who stood up. Moving away from the couple, just in case, I sat down on a small stump, fitted under the seat since yesterday and tried not to pay attention to their whispering and quiet chuckles. Thank the biju, I can't hear them, otherwise I would definitely be sitting red as a tomato - for some reason, mothers love to share stories about the most embarrassing moments of their children!

The rest of the shinobi threw curious glances in our direction, but silently gathered their bedding and prepared for breakfast. Catching one of the disgruntled looks cast in their direction, Senju covered her mouth with her hand, giggling softly, listening to what her mother whispered to her. Pouting even more and increasing the intensity of my gaze, I decided it was time for a little revenge! And there will be a holiday on my street!

- Stop giggling! The next time you decide to cuddle someone, cuddle each other. And no attempts to use me as a pylon or attempts to choke me with my chest, especially if it's the same size! And if you think that it is pleasant, then you are mistaken!

I accompanied my angry tirade by shaking my fist ... or rather, a child's fist, probably giving the action a fair amount of comicality.

The effect was impressive! One chuunin, returning with a bunch of branches to prepare breakfast, missed his burden and got hit with a piece of wood on his leg, the second, who was just collecting his sleeping bag, missed the bundle and safely wrapped his dome into the ground. Another, just at that time, sitting on the ground and sorting out his stock of shells, dropped his kunai and almost lost his main dignity when he stuck a couple of millimeters from his pants. The rest of the chunin blushed rapidly, and Hyuuga nearly spilled his tea as he poured it into a mug from a small thermos. Eh, not the result that I wanted, but it will do. The main thing is that the sweet couple was not laughing at me now. True, they tried to hide their laughter by allegedly coughing, but here it becomes clear even to a fool.

In general, this is how fun and started our morning. After a quick breakfast, we packed up and in a couple of minutes we were on the road again. True, this time Senju volunteered to carry me, but it did not bring much difference. The second day of the journey turned out to be a mirror image of the past, until Hyuuga once again activated his byakugan and almost immediately ordered the squad to stop.

- What's happened? Senju immediately asked, seeing the jonin's face even more serious than usual.

"Seven shinobi are approaching us from the right, they all have hitai-te Kirigakure on their foreheads.

- Are they definitely moving in our direction, and not just following by?

- Exactly! When we stopped, they changed course right here instead of where we might have been, keep moving at the same speed. This group is aimed at us.