How Many People Die Has Nothing to Do with Me Eating Ramen, Right?

"What would you like to eat?" Tsunade asked, resting her cheek on one hand.

Although Tsunade had boldly declared before coming that she would eat eight bowls, once they arrived at the shop, she still only ordered four.

In Konoha, both ninja and civilians lived in comfort, easily creating the illusion that everyone in the Ninja World lived the same way.

But that was not the case.

There were countless villages in the Ninja World too poor to afford food. Konoha's people all lived well because Konoha was the largest organization in the Ninja World.

Konoha's relationship with the Land of Fire was like Beijing's relationship with China, or Tokyo's relationship with Japan. Konoha's civilians were practically born with the highest-status banners branded on them.

Eating a lot was one thing, but wasting food you could not finish was shameful.

"Tonkotsu ramen, same as you, Sis." Uchiha Mai smiled.

Since they were both having tonkotsu ramen, it would be easier on the owner as well.

After the customers placed their orders, Teuchi hurried into the kitchen and got busy.

Before long, he came back out carrying a bowl of ramen and walked over to the two of them. "This is for the young gentleman.

Lady Tsunade, yours are still in the kitchen. We're short-handed, so I'll bring them over on a tray in a moment."

Tsunade took the ramen and placed it in front of Uchiha Mai, who was seated farther inside. Then she looked up and asked lazily, "You know me?"

"Heh, who in Konoha doesn't know Princess Tsunade?"

Teuchi slapped his thigh and replied cheerfully, "To be honest, you're the dream girl of almost every grown man in this neighborhood.

I've even kept one of your posters.

This meal is on the house. Later, please give me an