"I never thought even eating would become such a troublesome matter..."
Half-squinting, Chiba wore a helpless expression. Outside, the rain roared like a flood, and his body, which had only just been dried, was soaked through again.
At the moment, he sat before his desk. In front of him was a generously portioned meal. Though it had been prepared in the camp's temporary kitchen by three Teachers who knew how to cook, the food was clearly lavish and nutritionally balanced. There was no shortage of fish and meat, while the vegetables and fruit were all of excellent quality.
Yet Chiba looked rather exhausted.
After all the food had been prepared, it had not been distributed to the students right away. Instead, he had inspected every portion for poison and the like before the Teachers and Kakashi handed it out to the students.
Honestly, inspecting meals for over three hundred people one by one had taken more than an hour. Combined with the morning's hard work, he was truly tired.
As for checking for poison, he had not considered it at first. It was only after Hirohiko reminded him that he suddenly realized it.
There was now the possibility of enemy infiltration, and any spies the enemy sent would certainly be the elite among elites. If one truly infiltrated the camp, then poisoned these future hopes of Konoha without the Teachers noticing, it would be an enormous loss for Konoha—one that could even shake the village's foundations.
It could absolutely affect Konoha's status as the sole victor in the current situation. In the long run, this move could severely damage Konoha's future development, perhaps creating an exceedingly long era of generational decline.
They truly could not afford to let their guard down here.
To be honest, when Hirohiko raised this possibility,