Winky's P.O.V

Upon her arrival at the Nara residence, Winky was taken aback by the sight. Despite the fact that Winky was aware that she ought to have left the two grownups to settle their problems on their own, she allowed herself to listen in on the conversations that were taking place between them. "As part of our agreement to adopt him, we also pledged to provide Saturo with support and education in both of the worlds that he was a part of. Are you standing here claiming that you have violated that promise that we made in front of the Hokage?" After that, Winky realized that they were discussing Harry Potter, although it appeared that his new name was Saturo throughout the conversation.

After that, Winky came to the realization that Harry, or Saturo as he was known, had not received the knowledge that was necessary for him to enter the Wizarding World. Winky continued to listen in on the conversation in a stealthy manner; her intuition told her that the older man wanted to teach Saturo his proper position in his world, but his wife blocked him from doing so.
Winky was appalled by the phony tears that the older woman began to generate in front of her husband. "No, but that is my child!" the older woman stated. Winky was repulsed by the fake tears. Winky had witnessed this happening with Andrew Potter far too frequently; nevertheless, Andrew was just seven years old at the time. While this woman is in her 30s, she ought to know better than to attempt to get her way by using something as ridiculous and juvenile as making fake tears. She should know better than to do that.

"That is your adopted child!" Winky's attention was once again drawn to the conversation that was taking place when the older guy corrected his wife in a manner that was quite forceful. "He might be a Nara in spirit, uprising, and knowledge, but his blood will always be the Potter clan's bloodline," he said to her in a commanding tone. He did his best to resist giving in to his wife's demands, which, in Winky's opinion, made him one of the good people in the household. This was despite the fact that Winky was aware that the older man was expending all of his energy on this argument.

A startling cry came from the older woman at the older male. "Even if! No one from the Nara clan attends that school and learns those foolish spells." As a consequence of this, the older man became more reserved, and Winky got concerned that the woman had gone too far and that the man would retreat. Winky was on the verge of laughing at what transpired next, but she refrained from doing so.

"Those foolish spells, such as you refer to them, are an integral part of Saturo's identity. If you are unable to permit Saturo to gain an understanding of himself, then I have no other option. I will go to the Hokage and speak to him tonight without your presence" During the time when he was leaving the wife in the hallway, the older man made this statement.

Winky was conscious of the fact that she needed to give some consideration to the subsequent action that she was going to do. In agreement with the promise that she had made to Lily Potter, Harry Potter's biological mother, she was in fact required to give the heir to the Potter family his heir ring. However, after seeing the argument that took place between the two adults of the Nara clan, she was uncertain as to whether or not this was the appropriate time. At first glance, it appeared as though the family was on the point of falling apart.

Saturo's P.O.V

Together with my brother, I took a seat at the table. My thoughts were racing because of what I had overheard. To what extent did my adopted mother determine whether or not I should attend the school that Shikaku had informed me about? When did she make that decision?

"Brother," I replied in a quiet voice as I turned to face Shikamaru, who was observing me from his seat. "What do you think all that was about?" I asked for clarification.
After noticing that I was perplexed, Shikamaru answered by saying, "Mother is acting in her typical controlling manner."
As soon as he became aware of my silent question, he made the decision to elaborate on it further, fully aware that he would reveal information that he had never disclosed to anybody, not even his closest friends. "Behind closed doors, she has been directing my actions," I said. "When it came to attending the Shinobi Academy, I was unable to say no, and even if I had said no, things would have become very difficult in the household. And while you and your father were away from the house, she punished me for not obeying her," Shikamaru stated in a low voice, as if he were embarrassed by the fact that he had been so weak in the face of his own mother.

"Is this why you refuse to tell dad about Ino Yamanaka?" When I was examining Shikamaru in enormous detail, I posed this question. Shikamaru leaned back against the chair, seemingly bothered by my questions, but I knew he was thinking.

"That's among other things," Shikamaru stated in a low voice at the time. "I don't want my father to be aware of how demanding his wife is; I do not want to be the one who causes them to part ways."

"But Shika..." In the same way that I did when we were younger, I referred to Shikamaru by my nickname. "She doesn't have the right to control your life. You are not her, and you will never be her. You deserve respect for being who you are."Your thoughts and feelings are unique, just like everyone else's, and you know it.

I received a short smile from Shikamaru. "Thanks, Saturo, but I am too weak at the moment to tell dad," Shikamaru responded to him.

"Then I tell dad about Ino, and then we work together to make you strong enough to be able to tell dad, okay?" Shikamaru responded to my inquiry with a little nod of his head.

Somewhere in Sunagakure

It was in the middle of the desert, surrounded by sand and mountains, that the powerful Sunagakure Village resided. The majority of the locals had gone to bed, which resulted in the streets of the village, which were normally bustling with activity, being deserted and the lights on each house being turned off. Although the crescent moon was high in the sky, there was one youngster who remained awake.

He was seven years old, and his shape was illuminated by the moon. While he was standing on the roof, this young youngster had his arms crossed over his chest and was looking up into the sky. He was not troubled by anyone, and no one suggested that he should return to his house. Everyone in the the village did not care about his actions as long as he remained in the village and under their control.

His eyes were as clear as jade, and he kept his gaze fixed on the moon. He had a sensation that something significant was going to take place in the years to come. He was unsure as to whether it was for the better or for the worst. Having said that, he was aware of the fact that Shukaku had been absent from him for the past two years and had been unusually silent; this was both peculiar and alarming.

"What do you know, Shukaku?" The young boy murmured to himself, seemingly oblivious to the fact that his life will take a different path in the years to come than just serving as the weapon of the Sunagakure village.

As the small boy turned around and took one final look at the moon, he began to make his way over the roof in order to return to the location where he had been sitting previously. A scroll was waiting for the youngster to begin reading its contents, so he sat down on the roof and unfolded it. Even though Shukaku did not speak, there was a feeling of approaching change that lingered in the air, waiting to be revealed, and the small boy was unable to comprehend why it had been harassing him.
This was something that worried the young lad more than he would have liked to acknowledge out loud. Everyone, even his father and his siblings, was unaware of the fact that Shukaku had not communicated with him for the past two years. His father would be quite dissatisfied with him if they knew, and his siblings would fear him much more than they do at the moment if they knew. The young boy let out a thick sigh. Why couldn't life be a less difficult experience?