Konoha Hypocrite

neak away.
I’ve eyes and ears everywhere.”

Naraku was already in a state of utter exhaustion.
Hearing this, he felt dizzy for a while and swayed.
But he used all his willpower to stand still.
He then nodded lifelessly and said, “Yes…”

After speaking, he felt like a thousand-pound iron ball was tied to his legs.
He took a heavy step at a time towards the courtyard.
Tonan ignored the sleeping Nahara and took a deep look at Naruko.
With his hands behind his back, he left the Daimyo Residence.

Honestly speaking, he hadn’t expected Naraku to be so tolerant.
If it were someone else, then Tonan wouldn’t have been so surprised.
But Naraku was pampered from childhood.
It was a surprise that facing such a ruthless education method, he was able to endure until now without collapsing.

However, the higher the endurance, the more ruthless one would become after the emotions accumulated to a certain level, explodes.
After a while, an attendant hastily came to the small courtyard of the study hall and immediately saw Naraku standing still as a punishment.

He lowered his head right away, as if he saw and heard nothing, and directly entered the study hall.

“Second Highness, Second Highness, wake up,” The attendant shook Nahara, who was lying on the table.

“Is the class over? So fast,” Nahara wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth and stretched his body.
As far as he saw, the class was simply a first-class lullaby after he discovered that Tonan truly didn’t care about him.

The attendant said respectfully, “Second Highness, His Majesty wants to see you.”

Hearing the attendant’s words, Nahara woke up instantly.

“It’s over… that old man must have complained to my father.
He’ll criticize me again for not studying hard.” Thinking this, Nahara nervously followed the attendant to the Daimyo Residence.

After entering the residence, his eyes were fleeting.
He didn’t dare to look straight at the Daimyo.
He was ready to take the punishment.
However, to his extreme surprise, his father didn’t explode as he had imagined.
Instead, he waved toward him with a gentle look and said, “Nahara, how are your classes?”

Nahara sat down beside him and replied cautiously, “It’s not bad… not bad…”

The Daimyo smiled gently, “Let’s dine together.
Hereafter, you’ll come here after the class is over every day.
Just tell me what you want to eat.”

 “Ah? Alright…” Nahara was completely confused.

“Eat more,” the Daimyo put some vegetables into Nahara’s bowl.
Nahara was not used to this abnormal behavior of his father.
And unlike the earlier days, he seemed to be a lot more reserved, and honestly replied, “Thank you, father.”