Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 204 LoveLoveLove...

Naruto looked down at the kitten doll dressed in a miniature Uchiha clan outfit in his hand, a warm smile unconsciously curving his lips. He was already considering where to put it in the room.

Although Zuoyue had given him countless things—from daily necessities to most of the furniture, she had replaced them with newer and better ones for various reasons.

But this was the first time she had ever made a gift by hand, stitch by stitch. This sentiment was more precious than any expensive gift.

Satsuki specifically emphasized "don't put it in the cabinet to collect dust," simply because she was worried that her hard work would be neglected and wasted. Naruto naturally understood this slightly spoiled instruction, and how could he not treat this gift that carried Satsuki's heartfelt wishes well?

It definitely needs to be placed somewhere within easy reach, somewhere he can see it every day. Naruto gently touched the soft fabric head of the plush cat, and the first place that came to mind was the bedside table.

However, that prime spot had already been taken by a small incubator. Inside the incubator lay a Pokémon egg painted with green patterns—a legendary item awarded by the system many years ago. Yet, after all these years, it remained completely still, showing no sign of hatching.

It's supposed to be a legendary reward, but it's been completely useless all these years... Naruto thought to himself with a bit of helplessness, but what else could he do? It seemed like he had no other choice but to continue patiently nurturing it.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the small study and half-kitchen room. This was where Naruto usually read books and studied ninjutsu scrolls.

The reason for moving the kitchen function here is that a long time ago, he was worried that the cooking fumes from the kitchen in the living room would choke Satsuki, who often came to his house, so he made a special renovation.

Naruto walked to the desk and placed the cat plushie neatly in one corner of the table, letting it lean against a few stacked books.

He sat down and reached out to stroke the doll's head again, finding it increasingly adorable. Especially those large, black, reflective eyes.

And so, with the kitten doll in quiet company, Naruto unfurled the sealing scroll.

That's right, he still has this thing in his hands. It's really a bit surreal to think that a scroll containing the most secret forbidden techniques of Konoha Village has been kept by a genin for such a long time.

Naruto certainly wouldn't return it willingly—since the Third Hokage hadn't asked for it back, he naturally saw it as an excellent learning opportunity. His goal was to memorize all the forbidden techniques theories recorded on the scroll; as for whether he could execute them successfully, that would have to be figured out through trial and error in the future.

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Uchiha clan territory, clan leader's residence.

With a hint of barely perceptible urgency, Satsuki returned home with light steps. Her mother, Mikoto, was smiling and greeting her at the entrance.

"Welcome back, Satsuki."

"Yes, I'm back."

Facing her mother's gentle smile, Satsuki responded in a mild tone. She noticed that her mother seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood today, with a relaxed and content expression on her face.

Furthermore, she didn't see her father, Fugaku, in the living room, but Satsuki didn't have the energy to care about that at the moment, even though she had originally planned to continue to show him a cold attitude because of his childish behavior at noon.

After a brief greeting, Zuoyue went straight to her room. She now takes care of the room herself, and it's usually locked when she's not home.

Of course, her parents fully respect her wishes if she wants to maintain her privacy.

The door closed behind me with a soft click, completely shutting out any outside noise.

She leaned against the door and let out a soft sigh. The room remained as tidy as when she left. Apart from the clay figurine Naruto had given her on the desk, there were almost no other decorations, making it appear very simple and serene.

However, when the gaze shifts to the bed, the scene abruptly changes—a meticulously crafted life-size Naruto body pillow sits prominently on the bed. And this is merely the beginning of a certain "theme" in the room.

She walked to the wardrobe on one side of the room. Then she slowly pulled it open.

Inside the wardrobe, besides her neatly hung Uchiha clan uniform and everyday clothes, there was another style of clothing occupying a considerable portion of the space—a light orange sports jacket.

These clothes were clearly not her size or style, and upon closer inspection, they showed signs of wear to varying degrees, with slight wear on the cuffs and a slightly loosened feel from washing.

These... are clothes that Naruto and Sasuke used to help him throw away.

Satsuki's gaze lingered on the clothes, her fingertips finally settling on the oldest, light orange jacket. She carefully took it out; the clothes still retained a very faint scent of Naruto, which unconsciously softened the corners of her tense lips.

She carried the coat to the bedside. The exquisitely crafted life-size Naruto body pillow lay quietly on the bed. Satsuki bent down and carefully draped the old coat over the pillow, meticulously adjusting the collar and cuffs.

Having done all this, she stood by the bed, gazing silently at the "stand-in" wrapped in Naruto's old clothes. The composure and arrogance she usually maintained in front of others gradually faded away like melting snow, replaced by a deep, almost overwhelming attachment. In those dark eyes, intense, almost obsessive emotions surged, like a deep pool with turbulent undercurrents.

She could no longer suppress the restless emotions within her, emotions that she couldn't express directly due to the constraints of reality. She reached out and hugged the special pillow tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She hugged it, walked to the desk, sat down, buried her cheeks deep in the shoulder of the old coat, gently rubbed it back and forth, feeling the rough texture of the fabric and the faint scent, and let out a satisfied yet somewhat suppressed sigh.

It belongs only to me...

After a brief moment of tenderness, she looked up at the large CRT computer on her desk, which she had recently purchased. A mixture of excitement and nervousness flashed across her eyes.

She took a deep breath, and then pressed the power button with her slightly trembling fingers.

The screen lit up, its pale blue light illuminating her fair face. The image gradually came into focus—it showed Naruto in his small study in his apartment, intently reading through the sealed scroll in real time!

Zuo Yue's pupils dilated slightly, and her breath caught in her throat for a moment. She hugged the pillow tightly, her eyes fixed on the unsuspecting blond boy on the screen, a complex expression on her face—a satisfied sense of possession, a bottomless infatuation, and a subtle tremor caused by this secret act.

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(Sorry! The author doesn't know why the writing went out of control and veered towards a yandere direction, but the part about favoring male characters with favoring female characters... won't involve any bloodshed.)