In the household of the Uzumaki Clan, on the far-end wall of the main hallway dividing the household in half, laid a beautiful painting of a mountain-high view of a sparkling ocean at the sunset. There are two stories behind the painting. The first told a tale about a young man cast out of his family due to a massive birth defect and struggling to make the money needed to live in those times. He climbed up a mountain to avoid his debtors and found the view to be so awe-inspiring that he moved up there. His hobby of painting became his pastime; it took him a year to properly learn the craft and perfect it, but even Nishiki’s early works went for about a hundred thousand ryos. This painting, ‘The World Above Under The Setting Sun’, was part of the Nishiki’s Masterpieces Five, all of them getting into the millions range. Sakura got this painting for free following a major and successful medical operation down south.
The second story came today. Kei Uzumaki’s baseball went right into the painting, tearing a noticeable gap in it. Kanade threw down the newspaper she was reading when she noticed the leather ball flying through the air, and watched in absolute terror as it ripped through the thin canvas. Her whole body went rigid, causing the newspaper to lightly fall to the floor.
Before her, Kanade could see her life crumble apart and burning. She got up with her hands balled up into white-knuckled fists glued to her chest. Kei had yet to react to his destruction of the painting. Kanade approached the painting with her mouth hanging open. She hoped that the whole thing was a illusion, her mind playing tricks, some-sort of genjutsu at work…she slowly raised her hands up to touch it; her fingers went through the hole and touched the ripped sections.
Real. The hole is real. Real hole.
“We’re dead.” Kanade muttered out before trawling off with a moaning repetition: “Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead…”
“Are we going to live?” Kei asked without any dire or terror in his voice, almost as if he didn’t care he destroyed something precious to his mother.
“Mom’s going to kill us.” Kanade muttered out a variation of her new catchphrase. “When she comes home from work, she’s going to discover the hole, and then she will come for us and murder out right. But if dad comes home, he’s going to be so disappointed with us…Dad’s going to disown us. We’re going to become homeless and penniless…”
“Okay.” Kei shrugged with a unconcerned face and tone. “So let’s get the masking tape and fix it then. Do a good enough job and we should be able to avoid punishment until we move out.”
“IDIOT!” Kanade changed gears from dire to fury. “People will notice the obvious bump where the painting ripped through and someone will eventually take it off the wall to either move it or look at the backside to see if it is authentic! We would be lucky if the façade would last even a week!” She collapsed to the floor into a mock-fetal position. “I shouldn’t have stopped you from playing ball in the house like a five year old!”
“I am fifteen…” Kei shrugged. “Close enough.”
“YOU’RE NOT HELPING!” Kanade cried out before trying to calm down and rationale the situation out. “We need a cover story. One that sounds unbelievable, but just enough to make it work. We could say…that we fought off a assassin that came to kill the Hokage…no, that wouldn’t work. We would have to make a bigger mess to make that sound believable. We could try to blame one of the neighborhood kids…but what sort of kid has a strong enough arm to throw it down the hall…”
“Man, you need to be chilling.” Kei puckered out his lips and widen his eyes out. “YOLO!”
Kanade jumped up. “Can you act like this is a serious thing and not some silly cartoon? You know that mom will do some serious harm to us, and Dad will ignore us for a very long time! No more allowance!” She turned to him with a annoyed look. Kei still kept on the duck face like it was still funny or even funny to begin with. Kanade tried to make herself look even more angrier by imagining how mom would do it, but Kei continued the stupid look.
“Well…” Kei started to pace back and forth. “I got a plan!” He raised up a fist. “We could say that a art critic came in and destroyed the picture, but we chased him out of the village.” He went forward to further damage the masterpiece, but Kanade grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him down to the floor.
“That’s even worse!” Kanade screamed. “Nishiki’s paintings are widely liked! And why would some stupid critic come into the house of a powerful leader who’s known for ending a entire war just to destroy a single painting?”
“Better than your plans!”
Before Kei could go off and say something stupid like ‘swag’, the sounds that Kanade dreaded hit her ears. The opening and shutting of doors and the announcement of arrival…from both parents. As Naruto and Sakura turned the corner into the hall, several things happened at once. First, Sakura saw the painting and dropped her satchel. Naruto stared off with wide eyes, knowing full well what would happen next. Kei placed both of his hands behind his head and looked away as reality came crashing down upon him. But Kanade raised her hands up into a martial artist pose and shouted: “I WON’T GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT!”
The fight lasted three seconds as Sakura delivered a non-lethal blow and sent her daughter into the ground, her brother following afterwards.
Punishment came soon afterwards, with Kanade only being ground for two days for trying to fight her own mother. Kei, obviously the only guilty party in this whole affair, got grounded for…a week. In a world of ninjas with many different skills and abilities, the children of the two legendary ninjas forgot that some people could repair nearly anything. Tenten dropped by and fixed the hole within seconds and got paid with Kei’s dessert for that night.
The moral is the story is: “Do not blame yourself for the actions of your brother, for you are not his keeper, and he is a idiot who needs to be punished by watching a friend of the family eat his precious pudding.’
It’s a good moral!