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Uzumaki’s Little Keeper

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Just  the usual sunny day in Konohagakure. Everyone was out and about with their daily routine. A certain young girl, however, had to run errands for her Kaasan. The first thing she had to do was head to the market and get groceries, and it was a good thing her Kaasan had made a list of the things they needed to make dinner tonight.  She couldn’t wait to help her mom with the cooking.

Himawari was always helping her mom out around the house and running errands like this for her everyday. She didn’t mind it much. It gave her something to do, really. Since she didn’t know where her brother was, she had decided to go off alone through the village and she was more than capable of handling things on her own than her older brother anyway. Himawari was mature despite her young age. 

“Let’s see...what vegetables go good with ramen? Herbs? Spices?” 

She  tapped her chin with her index finger, looking at the array of sorted foods and spices. She knew little about spices and usual made tea with tea leaves, but spices? That was a different story. The girl sighed, grabbed a few vegetables and put them in the basket hanging on her arm. A small pout on her face, “It’d be nice if I knew what spice would work...I guess I can make a second trip back here after asking Kaachan.” She had that itching feeling as if she were being stared at, but ignored it, used the money her mother gave her, and paid for the groceries. She headed out, but not before bumping into someone. 

The clatter of the basket sounded, and the groceries fell out. Who. In. The. World. The small girl had fallen back, and felt her fingers began to curl into the dirt. A scowl appeared on her face just then, and when she looked up at the person she had run into, her eyes changed. An angry look showed on her face; the blues of her eyes faded, faded, until the turned white. Artery veins around her eyes grew in as her pupils stared right at the chakra network of the boy. Her Byakugan was activated. This wasn’t Boruto. Okay. But that still didn’t remove the fact that she didn’t hear an apology yet. 

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Precious Moments

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A wide and bright smile appeared on her whiskered, round face.

“Obaasan! Look what I drew for you!” 

The girl looked up, bright blue eyes staring at her grandma; in her hand she held a picture she drew of her grandparents. It wasn’t good, but it was the best she could do. 

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