Gekko Izakaya

This Commercial Street, though small in scale, had an incredible variety of shops. There was a Small Vegetable Market, Grocery Store, Flower Shop, Izakaya, Barbecue Restaurant, Jewelry Store, Clothing Store, Ninja Tool Shop, Bathhouse, and even a Small Gambling House. It was small, but it had all the vices.

At this moment, Hanfu stood outside the Bathhouse, his two innocent big eyes blinking. He felt a voice calling to him.

Could it be Jiraiya, one of the legendary Sannin?

Hanfu felt a stirring, but finally realized, with resignation, that he... hadn't developed yet?

Forget it. I'll just develop my skills in obscurity for a while, then I'll test the waters again!

Hanfu struggled to move, then walked to an Izakaya. He looked up, and his Pupils Contracted.

Gekko Izakaya?

Could this be an establishment of the Gekko Clan?

But why have Dad and Mom never mentioned it?

Hanfu peeked inside. It was a very ordinary Izakaya. Along the left wall were small tables for four, and to the right was a long bar counter. To the left of the counter were long stools, and since it was nearing noon, many customers were already seated there.

To the right of the counter were several busy employees, wearing uniforms and masks, professionally preparing various exquisite dishes for the customers.

Hanfu stood on his tiptoes and took a look. There was sushi, Oden, and barbecue. They also had Beer and Sake. The mingled aromas and flavors whetted his appetite, making him, who usually ate rice balls as his staple food, feel quite conflicted.

Hanfu patted his pocket. Besides a set of keys, there was nothing else.

Indeed, a single coin could stump a hero.

Hanfu sighed sadly.

"Feng-chan, what are you doing here?"

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

Hanfu knew it was his Mom, Keiko, without even turning around.

"I want to eat."

Hanfu pointed at the Izakaya without looking back, stating his intention concisely.

"That won't do, Feng-chan. Hayate is waiting for us at home. Let's go back quickly."

Keiko grabbed Hanfu's hand and firmly led him away.

Hanfu was a little unwilling. His eyes darted around, and he asked, "Why is that Izakaya called Gekko?"

"Because it's an establishment of the Gekko Clan," Keiko replied matter-of-factly.

"So, if I eat there, I don't have to pay?" Hanfu's eyes lit up.

"Of course, you have to pay," Keiko explained solemnly. "The izakaya's profits are distributed to the lonely elders and children of the clan. If Feng-chan doesn't pay for his meals, won't those clan members be too pitiful?"

Han Feng said, "Then just make the izakaya bigger. If you earn more money, you won't be short of my meal money."

Keiko was amused by Han Feng's 'naive' words and said, "Feng-chan, there are at least thirty izakayas in the village, and the competition is very fierce. So, it's very difficult to make the izakaya bigger, understand?"

Han Feng curled his lips, thinking she really saw him as a clueless brat.

Although Han Feng had never worked in the catering industry, in his previous life, he had frequented many Japanese Cuisine, Korean Cuisine, and Chinese Fast Food Restaurants. If he could casually borrow some management experience and characteristics of certain cuisines from them, it would definitely elevate the competitiveness of Gekko Izakaya by a notch!

It was a pity that, in others' eyes, he was still a child. His words carried little weight, and his clan elder father wasn't around. Even if he spoke eloquently, no one would likely listen to him. After all, the izakaya concerned the vital interests of the clan's lonely elders and children, and it couldn't be taken lightly.

"Feng-chan, you go home first. Mom is going to buy some groceries."

As they passed the Small Vegetable Market, Keiko stopped.

Han Feng's eyes lit up: He finally didn't have to eat rice balls for lunch today!

Upon returning home, as Han Feng changed his shoes at the entrance, he heard hurried footsteps from the living room.

"Brother, you're back."

Hayate Little Brother, barefoot and holding a wooden sword, ran over, sweating profusely, to greet Han Feng.

Hayate had climbed over the wall that morning to spar with Han Feng but found him absent. He had no choice but to train alone in the backyard with his wooden sword until now.

"Little Brother, didn't I remind you not to push yourself so hard?"

Han Feng looked at the sweat on Hayate's head, feeling helpless and somewhat disappointed, "Do you know how you'll end up coughing later?"

Little Brother looked dumbfounded.

"Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Just remember to take a nap every day from now on, understand?" Han Feng said solemnly.

Gekko Hayate nodded, then shook his head, and said loudly, "No, Brother, we have to practice sword fighting together this afternoon!"

He's been brainwashed.

Han Feng sighed helplessly.

He wondered what kind of ideology Gekko Sekiseki was instilling in Little Brother day after day, making him so driven at such a young age.

Thinking about Naruto at the age of six, he wasn't doing anything serious, but didn't he still save the village and the world when he grew up?

Seeing that Han Feng wasn't paying attention to him, Gekko Hayate became anxious, "Brother, let's practice sword fighting together this afternoon!"

"Practice, practice."

Annoyed by his pestering, Han Feng casually agreed.

"Brother, let's practice sword fighting together tonight too!" Gekko Hayate shouted excitedly.

"Why do you like practicing sword fighting so much?" Hanfu covered his forehead and complained.

"I want to inherit Konoha-Style Kenjutsu and make my family's name famous throughout the world." Gekko Hayate said loudly, his expression chuunibyou and passionate, "Brother, let's work hard together!"

"Yes, yes."

Hanfu scratched his head. In the anime, Gekko Hayate, apart from his poor health, was always methodical in his speech and actions, even giving off a lazy vibe. Why was he so chuunibyou as a child?

Headache.

Before long, Keiko returned with groceries and then cooked a sumptuous lunch.

While eating, Keiko said, "Feng-chan, don't go out this afternoon. Stay home and play with Hayate, understand?"

"Understood," Hanfu replied.

"Hayate will sleep with you tonight. Tomorrow morning, I'll take you and Hayate to report to the Ninja Academy. From now on, you'll be responsible for taking Hayate to and from school, understand?" Keiko added.

This Time, with the war against Sunagakure, Konoha Hospital had also dispatched a group of Medical Ninjas to the front lines, so the hospital was a bit short-handed, and Keiko's work naturally became busier, making it difficult for her to get away.

"Understood." Hanfu felt a bit powerless. Now it was good, he had an extra burden. He would be too embarrassed to do any shameful things in the future.

Hanfu glanced at the burden. Seeing that he was almost finished eating, he remembered the scene of practicing sword fighting together. He quickly put down his tableware and ran back to his own bedroom, locking the sliding door.

The next moment, the knocking and shouting of Little Brother could be heard from outside: "Brother, let's practice sword fighting, Brother, let's practice sword fighting..."

Hanfu lay flat on the tatami, feeling drowsy. Although Little Brother was very noisy, falling asleep to this noise was also excellent.

Want to disturb my nap?

Just kidding!

Hanfu's eyelids grew heavy, and he slowly fell asleep.