The Devilish Brat Series

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However...

"No way!"

Aoba hurriedly hid the large bowl in his hands behind his back, then looked at Obito with great vigilance and righteously refused: "Lord Madara said that you are currently in the process of fusing with the Artificial Body. Even if I gave it to you, you would only throw it up, so you should give up on that idea until the fusion is complete. Besides, the Artificial Body allows you to live normally without eating or drinking. Where else can you find such a good deal? Don't you know how many people outside are starving to death because of the war?"

"Ugh, fine, I won't eat it then. Stingy!"

Obito was left speechless by the lecture, and unable to find any words to refute the little brat in front of him, he had no choice but to lie back down and sulk to himself.

Seeing this, Aoba, who had taken the bowl back out, suddenly wore a smile on his face. This was exactly the effect he wanted.

Then came the exclusive time for the cute kid's mukbang.

Whether it was to deliberately annoy someone or not, this guy was actually smacking his lips on purpose, eating with such gusto that Obito, who had his eyes closed to avoid the sight, began to swallow his saliva frequently.

When the sound of eating finally stopped, Obito, who had been suffering through it, even let out a sigh of relief.

However...

Sniff, sniff~

Obito's nostrils twitched slightly, because he suddenly smelled a special aroma—it was the scent of grilled meat!

He opened his eyes abruptly and immediately discovered that Aoba had actually placed a large piece of grilled meat right under his nose.

Looking at the innocent and pure expectant smile on the other's face, Obito instantly felt healed, and he felt ashamed for having badmouthed a child in his heart just a moment ago.

But just as he opened his mouth wide, feeling happy and moved, to take a bite of the grilled meat, he only bit into thin air!

Hm?

Where did the meat go!?

"Hey, hey, just smelling it to satisfy your craving is enough. If Lord Madara finds out I fed you grilled meat, I reckon you'll be able to grill my meat to eat tomorrow."

Before the words had even faded, Aoba was seen hanging the grilled meat on an iron hook with lightning speed, then sitting on the bed with a small fishing rod, dangling it right above Obito's head.

Is this guy fishing or baiting an idiot?

Looking at the smile on his face now, there wasn't a shred of purity or innocence left; this kid was a devil incarnate!

Smelling the aroma of the grilled meat while biting into nothing time and time again, Obito was like a Magikarp flopping on the shore—completely pathetic!

After being tortured to the point of exhaustion, finally, no matter how much Aoba tempted him, or even boldly brought the grilled meat to his lips, he couldn't be bothered to open his mouth anymore.

"Boring. Giving up already? Are all ninjas this lacking in persistence?"

"Heh, you just wait until I recover from my injuries. You'll be the first one I string up and beat!"

Obito began to viciously spout threats.

"Fine, I'll be waiting for you to string me up and beat me. But in your current state as a salted fish, I reckon by the time I grow up, that 'idiot Kakashi' and Rin will already be married with kids, and you'll be about done for."

Aoba, the master of social savagery, specialized in hitting people where it hurt!

"Impossible! Rin would never like that idiot Kakashi!"

Sure enough, Obito flew off the handle immediately, bolting upright in an instant.

"That's hard to say. Maybe by the time you go back, their kid will already be old enough to run errands for them."

Aoba's breezy remark was enough to make Obito's eyes turn bloodshot. He was genuinely worried that Obito might awaken his Three Tomoe Sharingan because of this 'stimulation'—that would be too ridiculous!

"No way, I have to recover from these injuries quickly and get out of this hellhole to find Rin!"

Suddenly fueled by motivation, Obito gritted his teeth and began his 'rehabilitation.' The intensity of his drive was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

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