Chapitre 57: Thank You, For Your Friendship
Meanwhile, Miori was engrossed in a conversation with Himawari. They spoke of their children and the pride they felt watching them grow. Their conversation was filled with shared laughter and understanding, a testament to the bond they were forging.
"I must say, Himawari-san, Ryomaru is thoroughly enjoying his time here in Konoha," Miori spoke, her voice imbued with gratitude. "I appreciate how welcoming you and your family have been."
Himawari smiled, a warm, inviting expression. "It's our pleasure, Miori-san. Ryomaru is a wonderful boy, and Hinata and Hanabi enjoy his company immensely."
With plates full of food, Samui and Mabui watched Ryomaru intently from across the table. It was their second day in Konoha, and already Ryomaru had found camaraderie in the two young heiresses of the Hyuga clan, one of the ancient and prestigious families in the Leaf Village. Simultaneously, Miori and Himawari seemed to have formed an immediate bond. Samui and Mabui shared a knowing look. Despite the circumstances of their arrival in Konoha, mother and son had a natural talent for winning hearts.
Both guards were surprised to find themselves enjoying the food and company. Mabui, usually reserved, found herself engaged in a conversation with Hanabi about the diverse cultures of the Cloud and Leaf villages. It was refreshing to see the young Hyuga's genuine curiosity and enthusiasm. She leaned back, her amber eyes gleaming as she listened to the excited chatter.
On the other side of the table, Samui was quietly admiring the bond forming between the mothers. The sound of Miori's laughter and Himawari's gentle words made her smile. It was rare to see Miori at ease and even rarer to witness her interacting so freely.
Samui glanced at Ryomaru, who was in deep conversation with Hinata. He had always been a charismatic child, his black hair and ice-blue eyes often the centre of attention. But it was his warm personality and confidence that really made him popular among his peers. Watching him converse with the same ease as Miori, Samui couldn't help but feel proud.
Then all of a sudden, Hinata remembered how Ryomaru introduced himself to the class. Shy yet expectant, she asked, "Ryo, you said you love to rap with your Uncle B. Can you show us?"
At this, Samui and Mabui giggled. They had often been present when Ryomaru would engage in a fun rap battle with Killer B and knew of his talent.
Ryomaru chuckled at Hinata's request, the corners of his ice-blue eyes crinkling in delight. His confidence in his skills was not misplaced; he was a natural with rhythm and words. Nodding, he replied, "Sure, Hinata-chan, I'd be happy to."
A hush fell over the room, anticipation palpable in the air as Ryomaru cleared his throat. Samui and Mabui shared a knowing look, their lips curving into a smile, waiting for the performance. Hinata's lavender eyes widened, her hands clenching nervously under the table.
He started, his voice steady and rhythmic, "They call me Ryo, straight from the Cloud Village yo, my rhymes so fly, they cross the sky like a bow. I learn, I train, no pain, no gain, like a beast in the rain, I'll never wane."
Ryomaru continued, "Moved from Cloud, where the lightning strikes loud, to this Leaf, this village proud. Met friends so kind, like a rare find, in my journey's grind, leaving nothing behind."
His gaze flickered towards Hinata, her lavender eyes wide with fascination. A soft blush tinted her cheeks as she became the focal point of his next verse.
"Met Hinata, a beauty that can outshine all data, her heart pure, no hater could ever taint her. Silent strength she wields, like lavender fields, kindness her shield, in her presence, all worries are healed."
A gasp left Hinata's lips, her blush deepening at the unexpected compliment. It was Ryomaru's natural charm that made the verse sound so genuine, making Hinata feel seen and appreciated. She clutched at her yukata, a soft smile spreading across her face.
His eyes then shifted to Hanabi, her own fiery gaze meeting his. A playful grin adorned his face as he introduced her into his rap. "Then there's fiery Hanabi, swift like a bee, her ambition, as vast as the sea. Her spirit is bright, a true shinobi in sight, through day and night, she's ready to fight."
A chuckle left Hanabi, her hand covering her mouth as she listened to Ryomaru describe her. She found it amusing yet accurate, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at being included in his rap.
The room erupted into applause as Ryomaru finished his rap, his cheeks flushed from the praise he received. Even Samui and Mabui, who had witnessed his rapping countless times, were clapping, their eyes shimmering with admiration.
"That was brilliant, Ryo-kun!" Hinata exclaimed, her blush still lingering on her cheeks.
Hanabi, on the other hand, was captivated. She had heard rap before, but she had never known it could be so expressive. The way Ryomaru conjured up verses was akin to a shinobi strategizing in the midst of a battlefield, where the words were his weapons, and his creativity was his stealth. He picked his words like a seasoned warrior would choose his arsenal, unpredictable yet effective. It was improvised, yet brilliant. This art form fascinated her. Her eyes shimmered with respect and a newfound curiosity as she looked at Ryomaru.
"That was quite the performance, Ryo-kun," she said, her voice steady but her eyes flickering with excitement. "You painted vivid images with your words. It was like watching a battle unfold."
Ryomaru grinned at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Thanks, Hanabi-chan. That's a unique way of seeing it. I guess rap can be a battle of its own, in a way."
Hanabi's eyes gleamed with a new light, admiration and curiosity mingling together. She was already strong and ambitious, but Ryomaru had shown her a new side to strength - the strength of words, of rhythm, and of emotions channeled into art. It fascinated her, drew her in, made her want to learn more about him. "Can you teach me someday?" She asked, her voice unusually soft, her bold grin replaced with a warm smile.
"Of course, Hanabi-chan. I'd be happy to," Ryomaru responded, his smile matching hers. It was a new connection between them, a bond that was beginning to form, budding like a new flower in the spring.
Meanwhile, Hinata watched the interaction between Ryomaru and her sister. She could see the spark in Hanabi's eyes, the eagerness that mirrored her own when she first met Ryomaru. She felt a rush of joy at the thought of having Ryomaru as a friend. He was kind, understanding, and respectful, qualities that she deeply admired.
"Ryomaru-kun," Hinata called softly, catching his attention. He turned to her, a question in his eyes. "Thank you," she said, her voice steady, her pale lavender eyes glowing with genuine appreciation. "For your words, and for your friendship."
Ryomaru's heart warmed at her sincerity, and he gave her a soft, reassuring smile. "No need for thanks, Hinata-chan. I'm grateful too, for this friendship." His words brought a bright blush to Hinata's cheeks, but her smile widened, her happiness reflected in her sparkling eyes.
Himawari looked at Miori, her eyes shining with a soft warmth, "Your son is something else, isn't he?" She made the comment lightly, but behind her casual tone was a hint of protective affection for her daughters, Hinata and Hanabi. Yet, despite this maternal caution, there was a spark of happiness in her eyes, a joy for the connection that was burgeoning between the young people in the room.
Miori's response was tinged with pride. A giggle escaped her lips, causing her chest to puff up slightly. "He is my pride." The words were simple but held within them a universe of love. Ryomaru was her world, her everything, and seeing him interact so naturally and effortlessly with others filled her with a sense of accomplishment. Her son was not just growing into a powerful shinobi, but also into a kind-hearted and respectful individual.
Ryomaru, unaware of his mother's prideful gaze, was busy conversing with Hinata, Hanabi, and the others. They talked about their dreams and ambitions, shared stories from their past, and slowly, the bond between them deepened. His bright smile never wavered, and his laughter echoed through the room, creating a comfortable and happy atmosphere.
Meanwhile, Samui and Mabui watched the scene unfold with soft smiles on their faces. The bond they had with Ryomaru was special; it was one that had developed over the years, and the deep love they had for him was evident in their eyes.
But eventually, the evening had to come to an end. The room that had been brimming with energy a while ago was now filled with soft goodbyes. Ryomaru turned to Hinata and Hanabi, his eyes reflecting the twinkling stars outside, "I had a wonderful time, Hinata-chan, Hanabi-chan. Thank you for everything." His voice was sincere and soft, like a whispering wind carrying the promise of friendship.
Hinata and Hanabi echoed his sentiment, their smiles warm. "We'll see you tomorrow, Ryo-kun!" Hanabi exclaimed with her usual vibrant energy. Hinata, although quieter, mirrored her sister's sentiments, nodding her head and offering a gentle smile that held the promise of future friendships.
Finally, it was time for Ryomaru, Miori, Samui, and Mabui to leave. They thanked Himawari for her hospitality, their voices echoing in the still evening air as they stepped out of the house.
Miori looked at Ryomaru, her voice gentle as she said, "Did you have a good time, Ryo?" Ryomaru nodded, his face breaking into a genuine smile that reflected the joy he felt. It was an expression that warmed Miori's heart.
As they walked towards their own home, under the vast expanse of the starry night sky, Ryomaru couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Even though he was far away from his original home in the Cloud Village, surrounded by new faces and environments, he felt at home. And as he looked at Miori, Samui, and Mabui—the only family he'd ever known—he knew that as long as they were together, he would always feel at home, no matter where he was.
Back at the Hyuga residence, Hinata and Hanabi were left with their mother, the echoes of the laughter and stories that filled their home slowly fading into the stillness of the night. But the warmth of the evening lingered, the memory of Ryomaru's words, his laughter, his stories filling their hearts with a newfound respect and fondness for their new friend.
As Hanabi looked out the window, watching Ryomaru's retreating figure disappear into the night, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation for the next day. A warm smile crept onto her face.
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