Itachi God is a Big Thigh

Chapter 20: Itachi God is a Big Thigh to Hold Onto

Qingyu never expected that the child he'd casually lured in with a skewer of three-color dango outside the shop would turn out to be the legendary Itachi God of the future?

He hadn't paid much attention before, but now, looking closely, he could see the distinct nasolabial folds, or tear troughs, on the other's face. This was considered one of Itachi God's defining features.

Plus, he liked eating three-color dango...

Apart from the aloof, expressionless face he hadn't seen yet, all other characteristic traits matched.

"You... what's wrong?"

Seeing the other person become somewhat dazed and lost after hearing his name, Itachi couldn't help but feel a bit strange.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just thought your name was a bit odd, haha, just kidding..."

Qingyu tried to brush it off with an awkward laugh, but his abnormality still caused Itachi to frown slightly. Then, Itachi suddenly exclaimed, "I remember now! You're Shimiya Aoba, the one who publicly opposed the Fourth Hokage at the Hokage inauguration ceremony and vowed to become the Fifth Hokage!"

Itachi had felt the name was familiar earlier, but his attention had been focused on the war orphans, so he hadn't thought about it.

Now, recalling it carefully, he immediately remembered!

"Uh, low profile, low profile! Keep your voice down, I'm afraid I'll get beaten."

Qingyu's heart tightened for a moment, then he immediately relaxed, covering Itachi's mouth and looking around.

Itachi signaled that he understood, then patted Qingyu's hand away, looking at him with the gaze one reserves for a rare specimen.

"Cough, cough, children say what they mean. Besides, if a person has no dreams, what's the difference between them and a salted fish? Don't tell me you don't want to be Hokage."

"Dreams... Hokage..."

Itachi's eyes instantly became very lost. He knew that as someone bearing the Uchiha bloodline, he could never become Hokage. And his dream, to achieve peace and equality between the Uchiha and the villagers, without discrimination... was even more impossible to achieve.

By the time he came to his senses, he found himself somewhat envious of the other person.

At least a commoner dared to speak his dream aloud and strive towards it.

"Here are your dumplings, the extra two skewers are on the house~"

"Thank you, ma'am~"

"Oh my, what sweet little lips, how many young girls will you captivate when you grow up~"

At this moment, the auntie from the dango shop brought over the three-color dango. Because Qingyu was so sweet-mouthed, she even gave him two extra skewers as a pleasant surprise.

It would have been even better if she hadn't taken the opportunity to pinch his cheeks...

"Eat up, don't be shy!"

Qingyu rubbed his cheeks, then took a skewer in his left hand and another in his right, rapidly stuffing them into his mouth.

To be honest, those few skewers earlier were far from enough to fill his stomach; they could at most stop him from starving to death.

Itachi, whose thoughts had been interrupted, saw Qingyu eating so deliciously and voraciously. Infected by his enthusiasm, he felt a sense of urgency and immediately took a skewer of dango to enjoy.

Mmm, so fragrant!

They say growing boys can bankrupt their fathers.

The 12 skewers of dango were almost devoured in a whirlwind by Qingyu and Itachi!

Itachi, who had never experienced such a wild way of eating, eventually let go of his inhibitions, mimicking Qingyu's style of eating with both hands, and even seemed to want more.

"Uh, do you want some more?"

Qingyu glanced at his wallet with a pang of heartache, then asked magnanimously.

But Itachi's skin wasn't as thick as his. What he had done today was already quite 'excessive,' and if his father found out, punishment would be unavoidable.

Therefore, he had to go back quickly.

"Thank you for the treat, but I really have to go home. If it's convenient, can you tell me where you live? I'll treat you to dango next time, um, all you can eat."

After roughly calculating his savings from the past few years, Itachi confidently said this.

Qingyu's eyes immediately lit up!

It was indeed necessary to latch onto this great thigh of Itachi God. At least for the next decade or so, Itachi God would be terrifyingly strong. Leaving a good impression might come in handy someday and save his life.

As for his defection years later...

Qingyu felt that the village wouldn't directly kill him just because he and Itachi had a good relationship, unless Danzo became Hokage, then such brutality might be possible.

However, necessary investigations and surveillance would likely be unavoidable. But compared to the potential gains, this was completely insignificant!

Another issue was his undercover identity, which was quite tricky. Once Itachi joined the Akatsuki in the future, he might discover his identity.

If that happened, their friendship might shatter in an instant, and his life could be in danger.

It seemed he would have to have a word with Obito when he met him, making sure he kept his secret, preferably telling no one, to minimize the risks.

After taking a few seconds to sort these thoughts out, Qingyu immediately replied, "Of course, no problem. I live at Civilian District XX. If you can't find it, just shout my name loudly."

"Okay, I'll remember. Then... see you next time."

Watching the young Itachi quickly disappear into the crowd, Qingyu suddenly felt a touch of melancholy. This damned mission, this damned dog system, damn it!

After he cursed the dog system's entire family using his most vulgar language, he was about to go pay when he found himself levitating...

"Which bastard dares to ambush me? You've walked into a dead end, you know! I'm the Fifth Hokage personally chosen by the Lord Fourth Hokage. If you dare touch even a single finger of mine, Lord Minato will chop off your dog head, no matter where you hide! Are you scared? If you're scared, put me down right now!"

Suddenly, Qingyu, who had been cursing loudly, was stunned.

Because when he turned around, he saw who it was that had picked him up.

"Jonin... Jonin Mikawa? Uh, if I said I was just doing a comedy skit, would you believe me? Oh, how about I treat you to the three-color dango here? Let me tell you, the dango here is incredibly delicious! I..."

Seeing Mikawa's face as black as the bottom of a pot, Qingyu knew he might be in trouble this time.

As expected!

Ignoring his rambling, Mikawa directly grabbed him and prepared to leave.

However, just then, the auntie at the dango shop, whom Qingyu had always called "beautiful sister," suddenly stepped forward and blocked their path.

Seeing this, Qingyu's eyes welled up with tears!

Indeed, there is true love in the world, and kindness everywhere. If you can save me today, I'll owe you my face from now on, and you can pinch it however you want!

Even if you drown me with your great bosom, I'll be happy!

However, under Qingyu's extremely expectant gaze, the dango shop auntie shouted with imposing momentum, "Three-color dango, 8 taels a skewer! Please settle the bill!"