Naruto:The System's Shadow

Leaving the training grounds, Kaito felt the muscles in his face were stiff from smiling. Maintaining a gentle smile at all times was also a very tiring task.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Aizen from Bleach. It seemed that when he was a Soul Reaper, he would often visit the True Spirit Academy to instruct students, in order to build his reputation.

Shaking his head to dispel this thought from his mind, he headed towards his home. After returning home, the little maid had indeed prepared dinner and was waiting for his return.

Seeing Kaito return, the little maid obediently knelt down by the door and respectfully bowed, her clear voice cheerful as she said, "Welcome back, Lord Kaito!"

Kaito placed the Ama no Murakumo sword in his hand aside, washed his hands, and sat down at the table. He took the food and ate it. He had become very accustomed to living this kind of serviced life at home. He sometimes wondered if he were to live alone again, doing everything himself, he would probably not be able to survive.

While eating, the little maid kept staring at Kaito's face, wanting to say something, but hesitating to speak.

"Lord... Lord Kaito, are you unhappy?" Finally, she plucked up the courage to ask timidly.

"Hmm?" Kaito put down his bowl and chopsticks, touched his face, and said in confusion, "I thought I was hiding it well. How did you see through me?"

He was sure that he had been smiling all the time, and his performance was no different from usual. How could his little maid see through him?

The little maid quickly lowered her head and said weakly, "Your expression is the same as usual, but when you usually enter the door, your footsteps are very light, but today they are twice as heavy as usual. Also, after coming home, you usually have the maid serve you and change into loose pajamas before washing up and eating, but today you directly sat at the dinner table after washing your hands. Also, you casually threw that sword aside. You usually take good care of your ninja tools and never throw them around..."

Kaito stared blankly at Chiyo Hotaru, never expecting that she would be able to tell that he was in a bad mood from these details. Even he himself had never paid much attention to these details.

"Lord... Lord Kaito!" The little maid felt uneasy from Kaito's stare, and lowered her head even more.

"Don't lower your head, you'll become an ostrich if you lower it any further. I don't like the title of Lord, it's too unfamiliar. Change it." Kaito chuckled, his mood somewhat relaxed.

"Oh!" The little maid responded and really raised her head. She frowned slightly and said, "If I don't call you Lord, what should I call you?"

"How about calling me Brother Kaito?" Kaito said with a smile, directly ignoring the fact that Chiyo Hotaru was actually a year older than this body of his.

The little maid shook her head like a rattle drum, refusing to agree no matter what.

Kaito said two more titles, but the little maid didn't agree to any of them.

Finally, Kaito glared at her and pretended to be angry, "This won't work, that won't work, you come up with a title yourself."

The little maid was almost crying. It was clearly you who didn't let me call you Lord, but now you're asking me to think of a title. It's so unreasonable.

However, she was at most secretly aggrieved, but didn't dare to say it. After thinking for a long time, she said in a low voice, "I, I'll call you Master!"

"So-so, whatever you like."

"Master!"

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Master!"

"What is it?"

"Nothing."

The little maid seemed to really like this title, and was tireless, until Kaito scolded her a few times severely, and then she restrained herself, but was still beaming.

Kaito couldn't do anything about her, and casually took out a bag from his arms and threw it in front of her. The little maid took it and opened it, exclaiming, "Master, so much money!"

Kaito said casually, "I'll give it to you to manage. From now on, all the money in the house will be given to you to manage. If I need anything, I'll ask you directly."

The little maid's eyes lit up, and she stretched out her hand to hug the money bag in her arms, looking nervously and saying, "Really? I'm young, you can't lie to me."

Kaito couldn't help but burst out laughing. Why hadn't he noticed that his little maid was a money grubber before?

After getting the financial power, the little maid became even more diligent, running around, washing and boiling water with unparalleled enthusiasm. Kaito looked at her busy figure, and his mood improved again.

After taking a bath, Kaito felt refreshed, wearing a thin robe and lying on his tatami. It was still early and he couldn't sleep, so he said, "Hotaru, come in!"

After a while, the little maid opened the door to his bedroom and walked in with her head lowered. It looked like she had just taken a bath as well. She was wearing only a thin shirt, her jade-like arms still stained with water droplets, her small face flushed, and her dark hair fell from her shoulders. He could vaguely smell a cherry blossom fragrance mixed with milk.

Kaito turned over and lay on his tatami, saying, "I'm a little tired, give me a massage."

The little maid responded and came to his side, stretching out her hand to gently knead. Her small hands were extremely slender and very comfortable, but the only flaw was that her strength was too weak.

"Put more strength in."

The little maid nodded and added a bit of strength, but Kaito still felt no different from just now.

Frowning slightly, Kaito said, "Stand on my back and step directly with your feet, the strength is too light."

The little maid's face turned pale, and she shook her head repeatedly, saying that she dared not do it no matter what.

Until Kaito pulled a face and scolded her a few times, did she climb onto Kaito's back with a resolute expression. Kaito realized that sometimes it was necessary to be a little forceful with the little maid.

Feeling the little feet moving back and forth on his back, the weight of the entire little maid was just right. Kaito thought to himself that this was life, and silently closed his eyes.

He silently said "System" in his heart, and a picture of the system naturally appeared in his mind. Looking at his points, he thought, "What should I exchange this time?"