Sakura could recognize them because of her understanding of biological characteristics. As for Choji—
That was purely because he loved to eat. When it came to delicious food, he remembered every characteristic by heart, without even needing to look.
Just by taking a sniff, he could tell what something was.
Choji instantly appeared beside Sasuke and helped him pry open the metal lids of the cans one by one.
"Sasuke, your right hand is injured, so it's inconvenient for you to move around. Let me help you."
As he spoke, his smooth, practiced movements had already opened more than a dozen cans.
"Stewed pork, rice, beef and potatoes, canned fish..."
Choji recited the names of the foods one after another, his eyes practically shining, but he still asked Sasuke first.
"Is this... for everyone to eat together?"
That hopeful look in his eyes was full of sincere longing for food.
Sasuke smiled and nodded.
"Of course. Mom always said that good things should be shared with everyone."
But in truth, Sasuke had his own calculations.
Orochimaru had once told him that people's hearts were often won over bit by bit through everyday actions, eventually forming prestige.
Now that he aimed to become Hokage, he naturally needed the support of the younger generation of ninjas, especially the new generation his own age.
Naruto was his greatest rival. With the advantage of being the Fourth Hokage's son, he already had a head start over Sasuke.
Sasuke had to strike first.
Otherwise, he might end up following in Orochimaru's footsteps. Even with countless military achievements, he would still fail to gain everyone's support because he could not fit into the social circles of most ninjas.
They all gathered around the campfire, setting the cans over it to heat. Before long, the tent was