As a Jinchuriki who had been cooped up for twelve years, barely seeing anyone or going shopping, Naruto's clothes had always been sent to him by the Third Hokage.
He had never paid much attention to clothing stores when buying things before. This was his first time buying clothes in the Naruto world, and this one time was enough for him.
"Naruto-kun, over here."
"Oh." Naruto replied listlessly, dragging his legs, which felt stiffer than when he used to sleep in a snow hut as a child, to follow.
This was the thirteenth store, and he'd only bought one item of clothing. This was going to be the death of him.
As soon as he entered the store, Naruto's eyes darted around, spotting a chair. He shuffled over and plopped down. Even though he regularly pulled dozens of tons of cargo, and could destroy heaven and earth and fight gods when at full power, walking through so many stores left him feeling completely drained.
As for buying clothes, he'd leave that to Hinata. Anyway, under her Byakugan, let alone his measurements, she probably knew the width of his ribs down to the millimeter.
While resting, Naruto also looked around the shop. The shop resembled the style of old Hong Kong dramas he'd seen; most of the clothes displayed were worn by wooden mannequins. The types of clothing were bizarre and varied: animal skins, kimonos, fishnet stockings, black stockings, white stockings, thongs...
As he looked, he suddenly remembered his wife's inherited skill, and Naruto quickly turned his head towards the men's section.
He happened to see Hinata, who was choosing clothes in the men's section, smiling at him.
Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Naruto propped his chin and looked at the men's clothing. The men's section wasn't large, only a small portion of the women's section's area—a common problem in all worlds. Also, the variety wasn't extensive. Naruto immediately spotted the kind of shirt Sasuke often wore recently, one that exposed the chest and whose neckline nearly reached the navel.
Next to it were many sheer shirts, and even... suits.
Seeing those suits, Naruto thought, What the hell?
You say your black tech is off the charts, no phones but cameras, no cars but battleships, I won't say anything, I'll just assume your tech tree is skewed. But what's with these suits?
Even if I'm uneducated, I know suits originated and evolved in Europe. There are no Europeans in this world, so where did suits come from?
Oh, right, Tenten is European.
No, these two "Europes" aren't the same thing.
"Naruto-kun? Naruto-kun." While Naruto was grumbling inwardly, Hinata had already picked out clothes. After calling him twice to no avail, she waved the clothes in front of his eyes.
"Oh." Naruto, without a word, took off his current clothes and changed immediately, in less than a second, then gave a pertinent evaluation: "It's fine."
His wife's taste was impeccable; these clothes fit well.
"Naruto-kun, do you like that kind?" Hinata asked, looking at the suits over there. The last time Naruto-kun showed such an expression was when he looked at the piano in the Konoha store.
"Then let's try it. I'll go pick one."
Watching his wife walk over, Naruto couldn't help but sigh, Marry for virtue.
Although men from eight to eighty years old are exclusively attracted to beautiful young ladies, virtue is definitely a bonus point that adds 60.
Naruto had never been married and didn't understand women, so he instinctively compared Hinata to his surrogate mother, Mother Xu. Mother Xu, who could manage the chaotic Xu family, who were always on the verge of disaster, was the most virtuous in his heart.
Even so, Mother Xu once spoke of the hardships she faced when she first married, especially raising
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