Renye's Craft

The next morning.

Renye lay exhausted on the bed. He'd had a dream last night.

In the dream, he found himself in a laboratory, lying on a cold dissection table, with shelves around him lined with various biological specimens and jars and bottles.

He tried to get up from the bed, but his body couldn't move an inch. He could only watch in silence.

"What was that dream about?" Renye muttered to himself. "Could it be my cheat ability from the transmigration?"

At that thought, excitement lit up his face.

If it was a cheat ability, that would be amazing!

As a transmigrator, not having a cheat ability would be pretty pathetic.

Renye quickly calmed down. One dream didn't mean anything.

What if it wasn't? Wouldn't he just be getting his hopes up for nothing?

He decided to observe for a while and see if he could dream about it again. If he could, there'd be plenty of time to study it later.

With that in mind, he rolled out of bed and left the room.

He took a stroll around the yard but didn't spot Tobirama Senju. He figured the guy must have gone to the Hokage Office to help Hashirama Senju with paperwork.

So he headed to the Shuriken Throwing Ground in the corner of the yard.

The ground was a perfect circle, about twenty meters in diameter.

In the very center stood a row of carefully crafted wooden targets.

These targets were about as tall as a person, made of thick wooden boards, with eye-catching concentric circles painted on their surfaces—starting from a red dot in the center and spreading outward in rings of orange, yellow, blue, and other colors.

On one side of the ground was a simple wooden shed.

Inside the shed sat a wooden table and a few chairs. On the table, various types of shuriken were neatly arranged—some triangular, some cross-shaped.

On a rack by the wall hung protective gear, including gloves, wrist guards, and chest guards.

"As expected of Tobirama Senju—really throwing his weight around!" Renye remarked.

With his previous allowance, he could barely afford food and drink, let alone buy shuriken or train in throwing them.

Looking at the shuriken on the table, Renye felt a surge of longing.

Even though he really wanted to start shuriken training right now, these things weren't his. He absolutely couldn't use them without permission—he'd need to get Tobirama Senju's approval first.

After staring for a while, Renye decisively looked away and began his Physical Training.

His body was still small, so he didn't push too hard. He just did some simple bodyweight exercises—push-ups, squats, pull-ups—to build strength in his chest, legs, and arms.

These strength exercises were crucial for a ninja to maintain stability and explosive power during missions.

By the time Renye finished training, it was nearly noon.

He lay on the ground to rest for a bit, then dragged his tired body to the kitchen to start making lunch.

Renye didn't know if Tobirama Senju would come back for lunch, but he decided to make enough for two anyway.

Worth noting, Renye made an especially large portion for himself—twice as much as he'd eaten the night before.

Every time he did Physical Training, Renye got incredibly hungry.

He was pretty happy about that. Eating a lot meant he'd burned a lot, which meant the training was working!

Plus, plenty of food intake helped him build muscle, boost endurance, and improve his body's recovery.

Since there wasn't much food at home, Renye kept it simple—Mapo Tofu and Kung Pao Chicken, both still explosively spicy.

"Heh, still just one small bowl of rice for him!"

Renye brought out a basin of rice, scooped a bowlful and set it on the opposite side, then started wolfing down straight from the basin.

As for that small bowl of rice, it was naturally left for Tobirama Senju.

Having been Chinese in his past life, Renye wasn't used to Japanese food culture. He preferred Chinese food instead.

After all, Chinese food went great with rice—numbing, spicy, and fragrant.

Just then, Tobirama Senju returned.

As soon as he stepped into the yard, he caught a rich aroma.

He looked toward the house in surprise and muttered, "That fragrant... what did that brat make?"

Only then did Tobirama realize Renye hadn't been bragging—he really could cook.

He swallowed instinctively and strode quickly into the house.

"White-haired Uncle, you're back." Renye greeted him and kept eating like a whirlwind.

Tobirama Senju didn't waste words. He sat down at the low table, facing two plates of enticing dishes—Mapo Tofu and Kung Pao Chicken.

The tender white tofu was steeped in bright red chili oil, dotted with specks of Sichuan pepper and green scallions, its rich, numbing-spicy aroma drilling straight into his nose.

The Kung Pao Chicken was the same—orange-yellow chicken cubes paired with vivid red chilies and tender green scallion segments, giving off a sweet-spicy fragrance that was impossible to refuse.

He picked up a chopstickful of Mapo Tofu. The moment it entered his mouth, the scalding heat and intense numbing-spiciness exploded on his tongue.

"Hiss, hiss!"

Tobirama Senju wasn't good with spicy food, but he was still conquered by the Mapo Tofu.

Right after, he tried the Kung Pao Chicken—the tenderness of the chicken, the crunch of the peanuts, and the fiery heat of the chili peppers all blended perfectly, the layers of texture giving him an unprecedented taste experience.

If Renye hadn't been there, he would've cried out in joy.

He couldn't help it—this was just too delicious!

"White-haired Uncle, don't just eat the dishes. You have to mix them with rice for the best flavor!" Renye reminded him.

Hearing this, Tobirama Senju pretended to be calm as he picked up his rice bowl, copying Renye's example by scooping up a spoonful of Mapo Tofu. The red oil dripped down the spoon as it coated the rice.

He put it in his mouth and chewed. The numbing spiciness of the tofu and the sweetness of the rice—every bite was intoxicating.

He ate bite after bite, immersed in the satisfaction the food brought, not even caring that he was drenched in sweat from the heat.

Tobirama Senju closed his eyes in enjoyment, as if savoring the taste of these two dishes.

Even for him, this was the first time he'd eaten something so good.

This brat's cooking really was beyond words!

Maybe taking him in wasn't so hard to accept after all.

"Hey, old man, don't just sit there in a daze. If you're done eating, go wash the dishes!" Renye burped and urged him.

Tobirama Senju snapped back to reality and obediently picked up the bowls and chopsticks, heading to the kitchen.

Renye was a bit surprised. He hadn't expected the Old Man to be so easy to deal with.

What he didn't know was that Renye had successfully conquered his stomach.

For someone who never ate spicy food to finish these two explosively spicy dishes was enough to show off Renye's cooking skills.

Before long, Tobirama Senju came out of the kitchen. His gaze landed on Renye, but he quickly looked away.

Renye thought he saw a hint of approval in Tobirama Senju's eyes...

He shook his head, casting the thought out of his mind.

Tobirama Senju approving of him? What a joke.

Renye remembered the training ground and tested the waters: "White-haired Uncle, can I use the training ground in the yard?"

"Use it if you want." Tobirama Senju didn't react much.

Renye felt a little pleased and thought to himself: This Old Man is pretty easy to talk to after all...

"I have things to do." With that, Tobirama Senju turned and left.

Just as he reached the door, he seemed to think of something, stopped, and looked back at Renye:

"Brat, remember to cook more rice tonight."

Renye: "???"

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