I Want Allowance!

"Well, the Shimura Clan spent all day acting mysterious. They really were a rare sight." Mitaraishi Anko stuffed dango into her mouth while still making conversation with Kazashiro.

Looking at this little girl beside him, called Anko in her youth and Sweet Potato in Boruto: Naruto Next Generations, Kazashiro felt sorry for her.

Well, although he did not remember many plot details clearly, her appearance during the Chunin Ninja Exams was still deeply engraved in his mind.

Especially those huge breasts beneath that chainmail...

No, no, Kazashiro. You've fallen too far. Right now, you should be thinking about how to survive in this dog-eat-dog world by stepping over Danzo's corpse, not worrying about these huge breasts or those huge breasts.

After banishing all the wicked thoughts from his mind, Kazashiro turned his attention to the dango the owner had just placed before him.

Ahem, perfectly wholesome dango.

Three colors of dango were skewered on a bamboo stick, then drizzled with the owner's secret golden sauce, creating Konoha's famous Three-Colored Dango.

"Try it." Mitaraishi Anko squeezed in beside Kazashiro and nudged him with her elbow, urging him to eat.

"I think you're the one who wants it." Seeing Anko practically drooling, Kazashiro's face darkened as he picked up a skewer and handed it to her first.

"Oh, you. Don't you know I'm already full?" Anko wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, accepted the dango with sparkling eyes, and began devouring it while patting Kazashiro on the shoulder.

"Still, you've got good sense. From now on, I'll protect you around here."

You said you were full, yet you grabbed it that fast.

Watching the dango vanish from his hand in an instant, Kazashiro rolled his eyes internally before picking up a skewer and bringing it to his mouth.

So sweet.

The sauce was sweet, and the dango was sweet. The two flavors intertwined; no wonder this girl got so fat later on.

Kazashiro, who was not particularly fond of sweets, slowly chewed the soft, glutinous dango in his mouth while glancing at Anko from the corner of his eye.

"Hey, Anko! I was the one treating Kazashiro!" Asuma noticed what was happening. Seeing a skewer of dango in the hands of Anko, who should have been full already, he immediately understood the situation, knowing her personality as he did.

"Don't be so stingy, Asuma. You're the Third Hokage's biological son, so be as generous as Lord Hokage." Anko quickly swallowed the dango in her mouth, made a face at Asuma, and ran back to Kurenai's side.

"You always bring up that old man!" Asuma rubbed his forehead helplessly, then looked at Kazashiro, who was quietly eating dango. "Want another skewer?"

Kazashiro put down the bamboo stick and shook his head. "No need. I'm not really into sweets."

Before he could finish speaking, the proprietress arrived before Kazashiro carrying a bowl of red bean soup. "Fragrant, sweet red bean soup, coming right up!"

Kazashiro: ...

Asuma: ...

Oh no, did this shop only sell sweets?!

Kazashiro stared speechlessly at the red bean soup before him. In his previous life, he had drunk bean juice without even adding sugar. In this life, he was afraid sweets would be his downfall.

After all, anyone who had watched Naruto should know that people who loved sweets generally did not end well in Naruto.

"If you don't like sweet things, try the soy sauce flavor instead," Asuma said considerately.

"There's a flavor like that?" Kazashiro opened his eyes wide, having had no idea dango even came in soy sauce flavor.

"Uh, shouldn't everyone in the village know that?" Asuma scratched his head. The Shimura Clan did not interact much with outsiders, but surely they were not so isolated that they knew nothing about dango flavors.

Could they actually be poor?

Thinking of the clothes Danzo wore year-round without ever changing, Asuma became even more convinced of his guess.

Anko and Kurenai beside them also began whispering to each other.

Only Kakashi had his back to everyone. While they made all sorts of guesses, he lifted his mask and finished the dango in his hand.

Five days passed without a sound.

After their chance encounter at the dango shop and several days of spending time together, Kazashiro had officially integrated into their circle.

He had also learned what a culinary wasteland was.

During those five days, they either gathered at the dango shop or gathered at Ichiraku Ramen.

Those were the only two options, back and forth.

What about barbecue?

Sorry, insufficient budget.

Most of the time, the kind and generous Asuma paid the bill. Kakashi paid occasionally. As for Kazashiro, he was nothing but a freeloader.

Of course, Kazashiro had his reasons. Perhaps because it was Danzo's first time being a father, although Danzo kept telling him to make more friends, he had not seen a single coin of allowance.

Kazashiro himself did not dare ask for it either, afraid the old bastard might get upset and send him to Orochimaru for experiments.

But if this continued, his reputation among his peers would probably become just like Ebisu's...

No, no. That absolutely could not happen.

When Kazashiro returned home and, as usual, saw Danzo sitting upright at the dining table, he decided to take a gamble and ask the old bastard for allowance!

Looking at Danzo before him, who seemed to be in a good mood and wore a faint smile, Kazashiro narrowed his eyes and prepared to recite the speech he had rehearsed long ago.

"Sit down already." Seeing his son standing there without taking a seat, Danzo, who had waited for quite some time, could not help speaking up.

"Yes, Dad." What bullshit speech? Listening to Dad was what mattered most.

Kazashiro swiftly took his seat.

Mm, good. He had smelled it the moment he walked in: the same familiar three dishes and one soup.

Looking at dishes that had not changed in days, Kazashiro seriously suspected that the cook only knew how to make these few dishes.

But considering that Danzo before him had most likely cooked them personally, Kazashiro could only pretend to enjoy them and pick up some food to put into his mouth.

Seeing Kazashiro devouring the meal, Danzo nodded to himself.

It seemed his son quite liked these dishes. In that case, he would make them for him again tomorrow.

Still, this old man was getting rather tired of them. Later, he would find an opportunity to go out for a late-night snack and change up his palate.

After they had eaten most of the meal, Danzo put down his chopsticks. "How have things been between you and that brat Asuma lately?"

"Pretty good. He's a very generous person." Kazashiro picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and answered without thinking.

"Generous?" Danzo had considered many possible descriptions, but this was the one he had never expected. He frowned slightly.

"Yeah, he pays the bill every time we go out." Kazashiro's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly added, This is the perfect chance to ask for allowance. Thanks, old bastard, for giving me an opening.

"Hmph. Just like his weak father, he only knows how to use such petty tricks to buy people's loyalty." Danzo sneered at Asuma's behavior.