The Hayate Clan's Hundred-Year Craft (Please Subscribe)

Capital of the Land of Iron, Konoha Izakaya.

As night fell, Hanfu, Yakushi Kabuto, Jugo, and Kimimaro were all hard at work preparing dishes. They were up to their necks in everything from oden stew and teppanyaki to rice balls and sushi.

"Here's the seaweed rice ball you ordered, sir." Hanfu proudly set his family's secret specialty on the table.

The customer looked at the oddly shaped rice ball on the plate, and his face immediately fell.

Smack!

He slapped the table and roared, "Are you kidding me? What kind of rice ball is this?!"

"Don't let its ugly looks fool you. It's a rice ball native to Konoha, and it tastes amazing!" Hanfu declared with absolute sincerity, as if to say, Please, trust my craft!

Seeing Hanfu's expression, the customer hesitated. Then he picked up a seaweed rice ball and carefully put it in his mouth.

Emmmm...

He chewed twice. It tasted a little bland. But when he chewed more carefully, he found a dozen grains of salt packed together.

Salty!

Ptooey!

"Is this even fit for human consumption?!" the customer roared in outrage.

"How is it not fit for humans? I've eaten them all my life!" Hanfu was even angrier. He had learned this rice-ball-making technique from the rice balls Gekko Hoshino made himself. How dare the customer say they weren't fit for humans?

"Bastard, do you want to keep doing business here or not?" The customer clearly wasn't someone to mess with. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing the bulging muscles in his arms.

Hanfu wasn't about to let an outsider push him around. He immediately activated the Strength of a Hundred Technique and prepared to arm-wrestle the man, so he could show him what a real muscle-bound hunk looked like!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Just then,