Help?
Naruto watched Dan's departing figure, completely baffled. He was just a clueless little kid. What could he possibly do to help?
Still,
the uncle's approval made Naruto very happy.
Oh, no.
Only after Dan disappeared at the end of the street did Naruto remember that he'd forgotten to thank him.
Just as he was starting to feel regretful, the Yakiniku Q employee from earlier came out carrying a food box.
"Kid, hurry up and go."
The employee shoved the barbecue set into Naruto's hands and urged him to leave, a flash of envy crossing his face.
This deluxe set cost five thousand Ryo, the equivalent of an ordinary person's monthly salary. There weren't many people in all of Konoha who could afford it.
That kid had really hit the jackpot.
Naruto took the heavy food box, but didn't leave right away. Instead, he asked the employee curiously:
"Um... could you tell me where Mr. Dan lives?"
From the employee, Naruto learned that Dan had opened a fitness gym. He quietly memorized the address of the Meat Modification Department.
He'd had such good luck today. He'd met a kind person.
After all,
ever since he could remember, no one had ever treated him this well—not even the kind old man who occasionally came to visit him.
So he had to find some time to visit and thank Mr. Dan.
Snap.
Naruto lifted the lid of the food box. The rich aroma of grilled meat filled his nose, and his appetite immediately stirred.
At last, he didn't have to eat instant noodles.
Naruto sniffled, so moved he could have cried.
Come to think of it, should he share such delicious barbecue with his friends?
No, wait. He didn't have any friends.
At that thought, Naruto's expression grew gloomy again.
Carrying the