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Naruto x Wof pt 7

Chapter 7

Elora hugged her father back. Elora hugged him some more and patted his back. Until she was afraid she would never breathe again.

"I can't breathe." Elora whispered. And her father pulled back, and something told her she was going to get the half-hearted scolding of a lifetime. The feeling was correct.

Elora hopped with her father back to his house through the trees, slightly dejected. They arrived at a cozy, traditional Japanese manor. It was a large house despite only having one floor. It was slightly square-shaped with a courtyard opening to the backyard forest that Elora and Tide entered from.

It definitely had more than 2-3 acres of land.

Tide led Elora through the door; it slid open. She shouldn't have been surprised, but she was.

Tide led Elora to her room. "This is your room now. Do you need anything?" Tide asked and clasped his hands together as his daughter said no. "Um... I'll leave you to get used to the place then."

And in a puff of smoke Tide disappeared. Elora stepped into the room; she could smell a thin layer of dust on everything, and she could hear children playing. Two boys ran out into the courtyard, well tottled for one.

The 5-year-old she'd—unnecessarily—saved in the river ran out with a 3-year-old following. Elora 'awwed' from the window before finally looking around the room.

The room looked immaculate even though the thin layer of dust probably hasn't been cleaned in the last week. Maybe a little longer. Despite the traditional Japanese look, the room had a bed, mattress, frame, and a desk on the side. Probably a former guest room.

'Or a room he's been saving for you this entire time.' A little part of her mind whispered. Elora's heart rose at the thought. 'But if that's the case, it might have been used as a guest room anywa-' Elora pinched her nose in annoyance before turning to the rest of the room; this definitely wasn't her room before.

Come to think of it, she didn't think it was even the old house either.

'I think... You know memories from seven years ago aren't all that accurate. I think. Probably should see if there are rags I can use to dust the room off.'

Elora reluctantly put her bag down and hesitantly folded her cloak over it as an extra, "This belongs to someone; don't touch it." Elora walked out of th- her room and wandered, exploring the house. She came upon a musty room with a woman putting a bucket of clothes into an odd-looking machine.

"Do you need help?" Elora asked, and the woman jumped and whipped around to look at her warily. It was the woman from the park.

"Already?" She muttered to herself; she didn't sound angry, more apprehensive. "Sorry, you surprised me."

"Already?" Elora question. 'Good reaction all things considered; the dragons just scream and run. Or fight if they're stupid or suicidal.'

"Sorry, it's just—I didn't expect anyone." The lady explained.

"Okay. There's two... two kids outside as well." Elora informed her. 'Or desperate.'

"Is Tide here?" The lady asked, and Elora shrugged. She didn't know how to say 'he was.'. And Elora didn't want to socialize more than needed.

"Okay. You know how to do laundry?" The lady asked.

"I think so. You might need to walk me through it." Elora stepped into the open room. It had a wooden interior, a clothesline outside, and a screen door leading there. Elora felt her impression of the room growing. It was cute and aesthetic but clearly built for functionality.