Chapitre 6: Samui
The room was so silent that Ryomaru could hear the ticking of the grand clock on the wall. He saw a flicker of uncertainty in his father's eyes, a rare sight that made his heart clench.
"You've seen how Miori loves this boy," B persisted, his voice a whisper. "She practically worships him. Would you wish the same pain upon the Hyuga princess's mother that you'd feel if Ryomaru were taken?"
A swallowed hard, his eyes averted. The image of Miori's devastated face, her cries for their missing son echoing in the halls, was a dagger to his heart. He thought of the Hyuga clan, a mother just like Miori torn apart by the loss of her child. It was a chilling realization.
The Raikage, a symbol of strength and resolve, looked vulnerable in the face of such stark empathy. B's words had struck a nerve, giving A a glimpse of the repercussions of his plan. It was not just a political move; it was a devastation of a family, a destruction of a mother's world.
B stepped closer to A, laying a hand on his brother's shoulder. "A, we're shinobi, not monsters. We don't need to resort to such tactics. There are other ways to secure our village."
Ryomaru watched as his father remained silent, his stern face illuminated by the flickering flames of the hearth. He could see the struggle in his father's eyes. For a moment, he felt a swell of hope. Maybe Uncle B's words had changed his mind.
A snorted, a dry sound that echoed within the solemn study. "I'll think about it," he conceded reluctantly.
B's eyes twinkled triumphantly, a knowing grin spreading across his face. Ryomaru could tell that his uncle's impassioned plea had swayed A's thoughts. The prospect of the Hyuga princess's abduction had become less concrete, replaced by a sobering reflection on the consequences.
The sudden shift in energy within the room was palpable, a tangible sign that the tension had lessened. B, ever the jovial soul, wasted no time taking advantage of the relaxed atmosphere.
Effortlessly scooping Ryomaru into his arms like a log, B's grin widened. His voice dropped into a rhythmic flow as he began to saunter away from A's study, his jovial tone making light of the previously tense situation.
"Yo, yo, yo! With the meeting done and the sun still high, it's time for Uncle B and Ryomaru to fly! Forget these stuffy walls, we're headed to where the real fun calls. Let's go, little nephew, let's paint the town, meet some chicks, and get down!"
Ryomaru giggled at B's antics, his earlier apprehension dissipating with his uncle's infectious enthusiasm. B was an anomaly, a breath of fresh air in the otherwise serious and stern world of the Hidden Cloud Village.
As they made their way through the bustling village, they headed to one of B's favorite spots – a lush park that was always filled with children and their families. It was there that they ran into Samui, a young shinobi known for her calm demeanor and icy beauty, despite being only twelve years old.
Samui looked up as B approached, a small smile playing on her lips. Ryomaru looked at her with wide, fascinated eyes. Despite the age difference, Samui had always been kind to him, treating him with an affectionate warmth that was rare in their often brutal shinobi world.
"Hey, B. And Ryomaru too. Out for some fun, are we?" Samui asked, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.
"Yo, Samui!" B greeted, his wide grin a contrast to Samui's composed demeanor. "Just thought we'd get a little sunshine, y'know?"
Samui turned her gaze to Ryomaru, who was still nestled comfortably in B's arm. "And how are you, little one?" she asked, her voice softening.
"I'm...I'm okay, Samui-nee," Ryomaru replied, his voice shaky but earnest. He admired Samui, aspiring to be as strong and composed as she was.
A knowing smile graced Samui's lips. She had seen the way Ryomaru looked up to her, his eyes filled with admiration every time she demonstrated her shinobi skills. "That's good to hear, Ryomaru. Remember, it's not all about strength and power. It's also about kindness and empathy. Never forget that."
B ruffled Ryomaru's hair, the laughter lines around his eyes deepening as he grinned down at the boy. "Hear that, Ryo? You gotta be tough and tender, like your Uncle B."
Ryomaru nodded, his young mind absorbing the wisdom of the two shinobi he admired. He couldn't help but feel a rush of relief at the day's outcome. His home, the Hidden Cloud Village, felt a little safer with his father contemplating alternatives to the kidnapping.
With the agility and strength of a seasoned shinobi, B scooped up Samui and placed her on his other shoulder with ease. Samui was older and taller than Ryomaru, but B was a mighty figure, his muscular physique effortlessly supporting them both. The trio turned quite a few heads as B strutted through the park, whistling a cheerful tune.
"Hey, Samui-nee!" Ryomaru greeted, a wide grin on his face. He was comfortable with Samui, having known her for as long as he could remember.
"Hello, Ryomaru." Samui replied with a warm smile. Despite her cool exterior, she had a soft spot for the little Raikage-in-training.
The close proximity allowed them to converse easily. Ryomaru, accustomed to the affection lavished on him by his mother, Miori, was not shy around Samui.
"How are your training sessions going, Samui-nee?" he asked, his ice-blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. He admired Samui's skills and often dreamed of emulating her in the future.
Samui chuckled lightly at Ryomaru's question. "They're going well, Ryomaru. Lots of hard work, but it's rewarding."
"That's great! I can't wait until I'm old enough to train like you!" Ryomaru said, a determined glint in his eyes.
Samui smiled at his eagerness, finding his passion for becoming a shinobi adorable. "You'll get there, Ryomaru. Just remember what I told you earlier. Shinobi must balance strength and power with kindness and empathy."
Ryomaru nodded, absorbing her words. "I will, Samui-nee. I want to be a good Raikage, like my grandfather, but also a kind one, like Uncle B."
Samui nodded, appreciating his balanced view. "That's a good perspective to have, Ryomaru."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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