When I become Hokage, I will definitely eliminate Chinjao

"Alright, that's all for this morning's class." Teacher Ibuki clapped his hands and glanced at the sun outside the window. "Everyone go wash your hands now, lunch will be delivered shortly."

The classroom immediately became lively.

Shin-chan's eyes lit up: "Lunch!"

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He hadn't gotten to eat a Chocolate Stick this morning, and then he was refining that Chakra thing just now, so his stomach had been growling for a long time.

While washing his hands, Shin-chan deliberately scrubbed twice more, and even washed his face.

Uchiha Toru watched from the side, stunned, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you that excited for lunch?"

"Of course." Shin-chan shook the water off his hands. "I'm in a Ravenous state right now."

"You know idioms?" Uchiha Toru was a little surprised.

"Mother taught me." Shin-chan proudly shook his head. "She also taught me 'Gobble', 'Sweep Clean', and 'Cannot Afford To Take It Away'."

Uchiha Toru was silent for two seconds: "The last one doesn't seem like an idiom."

"Really?" Shin-chan tilted his head. "But Mother says it every time we go to a barbecue restaurant."

The two returned to the classroom and found a tray placed on everyone's desk.

A wooden tray, divided into several small compartments. One compartment held rice, one held Miso Soup, one held Fried Fish, and another compartment...

Shin-chan's smile froze.

That compartment was verdant green, neatly cut, and emitted the smell of Chinjao, which he detested.

"..."

Shin-chan plopped back into his chair, crossed his arms, and his expression was like he had seen his mortal enemy.

Uchiha Toru sat down beside him, looked at his own tray, then at Shin-chan's: "What's wrong? You don't like Chinjao?"

"It's not that I don't like it." Shin-chan's voice was low.

"Then?"

"It's an enemy."

Uchiha Toru: "..."

Shin-chan pointed at the slices of Chinjao, his expression as serious as if he were analyzing enemy intelligence.

"Although it's green and looks harmless, it's a traitor to the Vegetable World. It looks like a chili pepper but isn't spicy; it wants to be a vegetable but has a strange smell. It has deceived everyone."

Uchiha Toru opened his mouth, unsure how to respond.

Shin-chan stared at the slices of green pepper, as if engaged in a grueling battle. After a long moment, he took a deep breath, picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a slice of green pepper, and lifted it to his eyes.

The green pepper glistened under the sunlight, as if taunting him: Come on, eat me.

Shin-chan's hand began to tremble. He then looked at Uchiha Toru. "Have you heard the legend of the green pepper?"

"What legend?"

"There was a ninja who was poisoned by the enemy while on a mission. There was no antidote for the poison. The only way to survive was to eat one hundred green peppers. That ninja would rather die than eat them."

Shin-chan put down his chopsticks, his expression tragic. "Later, people called him the 'Hard Man Who Does Not Eat Green Peppers.' I think he might be a relative I lost long ago."

Uchiha Toru's mouth twitched. "You made that up, didn't you?"

"It's true." Shin-chan said with a serious face. "I even know his last words: 'Tell my children, green peppers cannot be eaten. Eating them means losing.'"

A soft chuckle came from the corner.

Shin-chan turned his head and saw Kakashi holding a tray and looking over. The visible part of his eyes seemed to curve slightly.

"What are you laughing at?" Shin-chan asked.

Kakashi shook his head with a serious expression. "I wasn't laughing."

Shin-chan stared at him for two seconds, then looked back at his tray, his expression instantly collapsing.

Uchiha Toru whispered from the side, "Why don't you eat it with your eyes closed? Just imagine it's not green pepper, but something else."

"Imagine it as what?"

"Imagine it as an apple?"

Shin-chan thought for a moment. He picked up a slice of green pepper, closed his eyes, and began to self-hypnotize: "This is an apple, this is an apple, this is an apple..."

He opened his mouth and took a bite.

Chewing.

Chewing.

Then he opened his eyes and looked at Uchiha Toru with a blank expression.

"How was it?" Uchiha Toru asked expectantly.

Shin-chan slowly put down his chopsticks. "I just ate an apple-flavored green pepper."

"..."

"It's still Chinjao."

Uchiha Toru held his forehead.

Beside him, Rin suddenly leaned over, smiling gently, "Shin-chan, why don't you give the Chinjao to me? I like eating Chinjao."

Shin-chan was stunned, looking at Rin's gentle smiling face.

Then he shook his head and seriously refused, "No, I can't give something I dislike to others. Mother said people who do that are the worst."

Rin blinked, somewhat surprised.

This strange-looking boy could actually say such sensible words?

Shin-chan continued, "Besides, if someone eats your Chinjao for you, you'll have nightmares at night."

Rin: "..."

Uchiha Toru: "..."

Might Guy suddenly stood up, gave a thumbs-up, and said emotionally, tears welling up, "Shin-chan, this is youth!"

"Right," Shin-chan also gave a thumbs-up, "Youth is not eating Chinjao."

The two gave each other a thumbs-up, the scene bizarre and passionate.

Teacher Ibuki watched this scene from the podium, rubbing his temples.

This child... is he a genius or an idiot?

In the end, Shin-chan still didn't eat the Chinjao.

He picked out the Chinjao piece by piece, neatly arranging them on the edge of the tray, and then ate all the meat slices, all the rice, all the Miso Soup, and all the Fried Fish.

Finally, looking at the few lonely pieces of Chinjao, he clasped his hands together and chanted:

"I'm sorry, I know you tried your best to become vegetables, but I really can't eat you. May you find your true selves in the trash can."

Uchiha Toru watched the entire process from the side, his expression shifting from shock to numbness.

"Do you do this every time?"

"Mm," Shin-chan nodded, "Mother said I'll eat Chinjao someday."

"Do you think that day will come?"

Shin-chan thought seriously for a moment, "Maybe after I become Hokage."

"Why?"

"Because if I become Hokage, I can order the elimination of all Chinjao."

Uchiha Toru was silent for a long time, then finally said, "Then you work hard."

Shin-chan grinned, "Toru, you work hard too. When I become Hokage, I'll appoint you Minister of Chinjao, specifically to handle all Chinjao for me."

"I don't want to be that kind of minister."

"Then Minister of Chocolate Sticks?"

Uchiha Toru thought about it and felt that this sounded acceptable, so he nodded, "This can be considered."

The afternoon sun streamed through the window into the classroom, illuminating the two five-year-old children.

One was planning his path to becoming Hokage, with the core policy being "Eliminate Chinjao."

The other, who had been forced into the role of Minister of Chocolate Sticks, was seriously contemplating the scope of power for this position.

In the corner, Kakashi finished his last bite of food, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the small red figure.

"He's gone further than smart," he thought silently, "What is Father talking about?"

But that figure, he seemed to have already remembered.