Ichiraku Ramen!
Tang Ping could only admit his admiration as he looked at the shop.
Konoha had been "plowed over" more than once during the many great wars.
Wasn't the surrounding area full of new buildings now?
Yet this little building in the central district had remained untouched. It was practically a miracle.
No wonder he was called Otsutsuki Ichiraku. Setting everything else aside, his luck was at least Six Paths Level.
Still, the interior had changed.
It was no longer like the old roadside stall, separated by a curtain with only a few seats.
It had been modernly renovated. The kitchen counter stood against the wall, while tables and chairs filled the rest of the space, enough to accommodate dozens of diners at once.
This was Konoha's core district, where customers were never lacking, so more than half the seats were occupied.
And the building belonged to them, so there was no rent to pay.
With this ramen shop and little building alone, Ichiraku could be called wealthy.
"Welcome in!"
A black-haired young man wearing a uniform emblazoned with the words "Ichiraku Ramen" and a headscarf warmly came forward to greet them.
But when Tang Ping and Izumi saw his face clearly, their expressions shifted.
Nawaki!
Though he had disguised his appearance, they recognized him at a glance.
Nawaki, who had escaped Blazing Sun Country, was actually working at Ichiraku Ramen. It was hard to know where to even begin criticizing that.
Neither of them exposed him immediately. Instead, they followed him into the ramen shop and took an empty table.
"You two, our shop is one of Konoha's most famous ramen places..."
Seeing the merchant disguises on Tang Ping and Izumi, Nawaki took them for merchants from another village and proudly began introducing the shop.
As he listened,