Inside the Cicada of Summer Sealing Scroll Shop, Akimichi Jirokuma patted the glass display case, his face full of sorrow.
"Minato! You're already a Special Jonin, but we're still genin! During the next Chunin Exams, you won't even be forming a team with us anymore!
Haneina can study medical ninjutsu under Advisor Takeoto here. I see how busy and fulfilled she is every day. But what about me? I'm staying with you in Kyoto—what am I supposed to do?"
Minato stared at Jirokuma's round belly and said,
"You? If my teammates were anyone else, I really would feel guilty about not being able to take you on missions.
Jirokuma, you're different. You're a bottomless pit—you should be proud.
Kyoto has the best food in the ninja world, and you seem pretty happy eating it. Tell me, how much weight have you gained in the two-plus months you've been in Kyoto?
Have you gotten tired of it already? Is all the food in Kyoto still not enough for you?
It's fine. Before the New Year, we'll return to the village. Then you won't have to eat Kyoto's terrible snacks anymore."
Akimichi Jirokuma froze, his face filled with conflict and hesitation.
The Akimichi Clan differed from other ninja. The fat on their bodies was an important component of their strength.
Chakra was a mixture of physical energy and spiritual energy. The Akimichi Clan had found a secret technique that directly burned the body and burned fat, erupting into chakra in a short period of time.
In truth, Kyoto suited Akimichi Jirokuma quite well.
Many Konoha ninja paid little attention to food. As long as they could fill their stomachs, some even ate Soldier Pills regularly. Compared to Kyoto, Konoha Village was a culinary wasteland.
"We're going back to the village before the