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part 1 is here =>
translation thx to Eriko on NF
that scene with InoShikaCho visiting Kurenai and the little Mirai is short but really emotional :T_T:
so she's 2 years old in the Last and probably around 15-16 in chapter 700 clearly not 12 xd
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The shopping district was overflowing with shoppers.
Next month, the “Rinne Festival” would be grandiosely held in the Hidden Leaf Village.
Originally, it had been a solemn festival for offering prayers to the souls of the deceased, but in recent times, that meaning had faded.
It had turned into an “anticipated event” where close friends would hold gatherings and exchange presents.
Among the crowd of people in the shopping district was Hinata.
She came out of a store with a slight blush on her cheeks, and a happy expression.
Against her chest, she held a paper bag with red yarn sticking out of it as she made her way through the crowd.
Ino, Shikamaru, and Chouji were visiting Kurenai’s house.
They had brought birthday presents for Mirai, the child that their deceased teacher Sarutobi Asuma had left behind.
“I’m sorry, thank you.”
“She’s already two… it went by fast.”
With her complete “motherly face,” Kurenai smiled at Shikamaru’s words.
Nobody would have thought that this gentle mother was a fierce jounin.
Kurenai was deeply grateful that even now, Asuma’s students showed concern for her and her daughter like this.
“Mirai looks like Asuma-sensei.”
As Chouji murmured while looking at a decorative photo of Asuma, Kurenai hugged her young daughter and nuzzled her affectionately.
Next month, the “Rinne Festival” would be grandiosely held in the Hidden Leaf Village.
Originally, it had been a solemn festival for offering prayers to the souls of the deceased, but in recent times, that meaning had faded.
It had turned into an “anticipated event” where close friends would hold gatherings and exchange presents.
Among the crowd of people in the shopping district was Hinata.
She came out of a store with a slight blush on her cheeks, and a happy expression.
Against her chest, she held a paper bag with red yarn sticking out of it as she made her way through the crowd.
Ino, Shikamaru, and Chouji were visiting Kurenai’s house.
They had brought birthday presents for Mirai, the child that their deceased teacher Sarutobi Asuma had left behind.
“I’m sorry, thank you.”
“She’s already two… it went by fast.”
With her complete “motherly face,” Kurenai smiled at Shikamaru’s words.
Nobody would have thought that this gentle mother was a fierce jounin.
Kurenai was deeply grateful that even now, Asuma’s students showed concern for her and her daughter like this.
“Mirai looks like Asuma-sensei.”
As Chouji murmured while looking at a decorative photo of Asuma, Kurenai hugged her young daughter and nuzzled her affectionately.
In the evening, Naruto was eating ramen at Ichiraku.
He was sitting in a line of seats at the counter with academy kids slurping hot ramen.
“Today is my treat.
Eat as much as you want!”
The children called out to him as “Naruto-sensei” while they wiped their sweat.
“You’re a special lecturer, huh… yahoo, you’ve gotten pretty important,” teased Kiba, who coincidentally happened to be present.
Accompanied by his enormous ninken Akamaru, Inuzuka Kiba was eating at a table outside.
His teammate Aburame Shino was with him.
“Naruto likes ramen… he’s always at Ichiraku.”
“Ah, ramen is great! It’s ok even for three meals a day –ttebayo!”
Naruto laughed as he responded to Shino’s dull words.
“I thought you might be here!” a familiar voice called.
Naruto peered outside the shop to find Konohamaru standing there.
“Naruto-nii-chan, there’s something important I need to talk to you about.”
Sarutobi Konohamaru was the grandson of the third hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen.
Naruto was grateful to Hiruzen, who had supported the fox child from the shadows.
Konohamaru was also Naruto’s adorable junior, who adored him like an older brother.
Konohamaru told Naruto that there was something he wanted to give him.
Naruto headed towards the Sarutobi residence at Konohamaru’s invitation.
An old shed stood in a corner of the huge plot of land that was the Sarutobi residence.
They opened the heavy door and stepped into the darkness.
The smell of rancid mold stung their noses.
“Hang on a sec… I’m going to light the lamp now.”
After the sound of a match being struck, the flame of a candle was lit.
Konohamaru pulled out a wooden box from a corner of the shed and placed it in front of Naruto.
“It’s something Grandpa Hiruzen left behind…
It showed up while I was cleaning the shed.”
Konohamaru opened the lid of the box, and inside were books, letters, and other personal items packed in tightly.
“Well, most of it’s junk, but… there’s one thing in here that will be special to you.”
“Something special to me?”
“Look at this.”
Konohamaru held out a paper bag.
He was sitting in a line of seats at the counter with academy kids slurping hot ramen.
“Today is my treat.
Eat as much as you want!”
The children called out to him as “Naruto-sensei” while they wiped their sweat.
“You’re a special lecturer, huh… yahoo, you’ve gotten pretty important,” teased Kiba, who coincidentally happened to be present.
Accompanied by his enormous ninken Akamaru, Inuzuka Kiba was eating at a table outside.
His teammate Aburame Shino was with him.
“Naruto likes ramen… he’s always at Ichiraku.”
“Ah, ramen is great! It’s ok even for three meals a day –ttebayo!”
Naruto laughed as he responded to Shino’s dull words.
“I thought you might be here!” a familiar voice called.
Naruto peered outside the shop to find Konohamaru standing there.
“Naruto-nii-chan, there’s something important I need to talk to you about.”
Sarutobi Konohamaru was the grandson of the third hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen.
Naruto was grateful to Hiruzen, who had supported the fox child from the shadows.
Konohamaru was also Naruto’s adorable junior, who adored him like an older brother.
Konohamaru told Naruto that there was something he wanted to give him.
Naruto headed towards the Sarutobi residence at Konohamaru’s invitation.
An old shed stood in a corner of the huge plot of land that was the Sarutobi residence.
They opened the heavy door and stepped into the darkness.
The smell of rancid mold stung their noses.
“Hang on a sec… I’m going to light the lamp now.”
After the sound of a match being struck, the flame of a candle was lit.
Konohamaru pulled out a wooden box from a corner of the shed and placed it in front of Naruto.
“It’s something Grandpa Hiruzen left behind…
It showed up while I was cleaning the shed.”
Konohamaru opened the lid of the box, and inside were books, letters, and other personal items packed in tightly.
“Well, most of it’s junk, but… there’s one thing in here that will be special to you.”
“Something special to me?”
“Look at this.”
Konohamaru held out a paper bag.
Hinata secluded herself in her room, knitting a red scarf.
Stitch by stitch, she advanced in her work, putting her whole heart into it.
When she grew tired, she gazed at an old, tattered, children’s scarf.
It was the same scarf that Naruto had worn around his neck on the day they had first met.
Ever since that day, she had admired Naruto.
As she grew up, those feelings became stronger.
—What might Naruto-kun be doing right now?
When she fell into danger on her missions, when she doubted her nindou, she would always think of Naruto.
When she did so, she felt as if Naruto was encouraging her.
Naruto had always been the one who showed her which way she ought to go.
She wanted to somehow convey her growing affection and her feelings of gratitude.
She looked at the calendar and saw that there was one month until the Rinne Festival.
Hinata resumed her work.
Stitch by stitch, she advanced in her work, putting her whole heart into it.
When she grew tired, she gazed at an old, tattered, children’s scarf.
It was the same scarf that Naruto had worn around his neck on the day they had first met.
Ever since that day, she had admired Naruto.
As she grew up, those feelings became stronger.
—What might Naruto-kun be doing right now?
When she fell into danger on her missions, when she doubted her nindou, she would always think of Naruto.
When she did so, she felt as if Naruto was encouraging her.
Naruto had always been the one who showed her which way she ought to go.
She wanted to somehow convey her growing affection and her feelings of gratitude.
She looked at the calendar and saw that there was one month until the Rinne Festival.
Hinata resumed her work.
Several days later, Naruto was walking through the shopping district in the afternoon, accompanied by Konohamaru.
He was carrying two extravagantly wrapped presents in his hands.
His fangirls had given them to him—one in front of the bath house, and one on an uphill road in a residential area.
The Rinne Festival’s not even here yet! If they start now and keep giving them at this pace…
What’ll happen?
In contrast to Naruto’s disturbance, Konohamaru was in a good mood due to his respected big brother figure’s popularity.
“Just as I would expect for you, Naruto-nii-chan.”
"How can you say that so calmly dattebayo?!"
The moment that Naruto breathed a sigh, he again found himself surrounded by the sound of female voices.
“Naruto-kun! Have a happy Rinne Festival!”
Several girls held out presents with flashy wrapping while all screaming “Naruto-kun!” or “Naru-sama!”
“Oh, the Rinne Festival… Th-thanks…”
Naruto felt completely puzzled as he accepted a massive number of presents.
After Naruto and the others had left, Sakura walked from an alleyway with shopping bags in her hands.
At the same time, the doorbell of a craft store rang, and Hinata came out holding a bag of red yarn.
The yarn she had purchased a few days ago had run out, and she had come back to buy more.
“Ah, Hinata!”
“Sakura-chan!”
The two girls met in the middle of the shopping district.
“Red yarn… are you knitting something? That’s unusual!”
“……..I’m knitting a scarf.”
“Hmmmm….”
A shopping district banner with “Rinne Festival” written in large characters entered Sakura’s line of vision.
Instantly, Sakura completed the math in her head:
Hinata + Rinne Festival + hand-knit scarf = a present for Naruto!
The shy Hinata was finally going to make her move on Naruto.
“Go for it!”
“Eh?”
“You’re going to give it to him as a present, right?”
“…………”
Without answering, Hinata turned red all the way up to her ears, and looked downward.
Sakura liked Hinata’s diligence and sincerity.
She didn’t want to see Hinata cry.
Sakura supported her friend’s romance.
He was carrying two extravagantly wrapped presents in his hands.
His fangirls had given them to him—one in front of the bath house, and one on an uphill road in a residential area.
The Rinne Festival’s not even here yet! If they start now and keep giving them at this pace…
What’ll happen?
In contrast to Naruto’s disturbance, Konohamaru was in a good mood due to his respected big brother figure’s popularity.
“Just as I would expect for you, Naruto-nii-chan.”
"How can you say that so calmly dattebayo?!"
The moment that Naruto breathed a sigh, he again found himself surrounded by the sound of female voices.
“Naruto-kun! Have a happy Rinne Festival!”
Several girls held out presents with flashy wrapping while all screaming “Naruto-kun!” or “Naru-sama!”
“Oh, the Rinne Festival… Th-thanks…”
Naruto felt completely puzzled as he accepted a massive number of presents.
After Naruto and the others had left, Sakura walked from an alleyway with shopping bags in her hands.
At the same time, the doorbell of a craft store rang, and Hinata came out holding a bag of red yarn.
The yarn she had purchased a few days ago had run out, and she had come back to buy more.
“Ah, Hinata!”
“Sakura-chan!”
The two girls met in the middle of the shopping district.
“Red yarn… are you knitting something? That’s unusual!”
“……..I’m knitting a scarf.”
“Hmmmm….”
A shopping district banner with “Rinne Festival” written in large characters entered Sakura’s line of vision.
Instantly, Sakura completed the math in her head:
Hinata + Rinne Festival + hand-knit scarf = a present for Naruto!
The shy Hinata was finally going to make her move on Naruto.
“Go for it!”
“Eh?”
“You’re going to give it to him as a present, right?”
“…………”
Without answering, Hinata turned red all the way up to her ears, and looked downward.
Sakura liked Hinata’s diligence and sincerity.
She didn’t want to see Hinata cry.
Sakura supported her friend’s romance.
that scene with InoShikaCho visiting Kurenai and the little Mirai is short but really emotional :T_T:
so she's 2 years old in the Last and probably around 15-16 in chapter 700 clearly not 12 xd
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