Do You Know Who My Father Is

During the break, Yamanaka Ino leaned over and asked curiously, "Denji-kun, did you bring lunch? If not, you can share mine."

With that, Yamanaka Ino opened her bento box—a delicate, pink lacquered container filled with mini sausages cut into octopus shapes and corn fritters arranged like flowers. A sprinkle of black sesame seeds rested atop the glistening white rice.

What kind of carb bomb is this?

This kind of meal couldn't possibly satisfy the energy requirements for his growth and development, especially since he had a system that required extra food to replenish his energy consumption.

This wasn't nearly enough to eat.

At this moment, Naruto also leaned over, holding out his own lunch: "You can share mine, too."

It was a shriveled rice ball, wrapped in tattered seaweed with edges that had already turned hard.

A faint, sour smell of stale rice wafted from it.

One look and it was obvious: it was a store-bought rice ball from the street, and it might have even been expired.

"No need." Denji shook his head and pulled his own lunch box from his backpack.

It was a massive, tiered wooden food container, seven layers high, radiating an enticing aroma.

Both Ino and Naruto were stunned. Ino asked in surprise, "Is this all for you?"

Naruto added, "Transfer student, isn't this a bit too extravagant? You're so rich."

Denji ignored the whispering around him, untied the ribbon, and began to lift the layers of the food box one by one.

As the first lid was removed, a strange, domineering fragrance instantly exploded throughout the classroom. It was an ultimate temptation—a blend of charred grease, rich spices, and the savory Maillard reaction of meat—that completely overwhelmed the light scent of vegetables in Ino's bento and even masked the sour smell of the rice ball in Naruto's hand.

"So fragrant..." Naruto's nose twitched, and drool nearly spilled out.

The layer Denji opened was the seventh—[Dongpo Pork].

They were square-cut pieces of braised pork, their color as bright red as agate, trembling as they were stacked together.

Next, the sixth layer was revealed—[Kung Pao Chicken].

The chicken breast was diced and coated in a bright red, thickened sauce, perfectly fused with crispy peanuts and dried chili segments.

The fifth layer—[Sweet and Sour Pork Tenderloin].

The golden, crispy crust was glazed in an amber-colored sweet and sour sauce, its tangy aroma instantly awakening everyone's dormant taste buds.

The fourth layer—[Fish-Fragrant Shredded Pork].

The third layer—[Braised Lion's Head Meatball].

The second layer—[Di San Xian].

Finally, the first layer—[Yangzhou Fried Rice].

Seven layers of food, seven delicacies.

"Is... is this meant for a pig?" Ino stammered.

"Gurgle—"

It was unclear whose stomach had growled first.

Naruto looked at the dry, cold, expired rice ball in his hand, then at the "mountain of meat" steaming with heat and fragrance in front of Denji, and tears of frustration streamed from the corners of his mouth.

"Let's eat together. Try my cooking."

Yamanaka Ino looked at her octopus sausages, then at the seven-tiered mountain of meat, and finally smoothed her skirt before pulling her pink lunch box closer, muttering:

"Since you've invited me so sincerely, this young lady will reluctantly give it a try."

If I have to be a pig, so be it. I'm already "Ino-pig" anyway!

Naruto's eyes lit up like two lightbulbs. He moved like a yellow whirlwind, "whooshing" over to Denji's desk, drool already forming a river at the corner of his mouth.

"Really? Denji! You're such a great guy!"

Ino picked up a piece of Dongpo Pork; the soft, glutinous fat burst on her tongue, and the perfectly balanced salty-sweet sauce instantly activated every cell in her body.

The fatty meat, which she had expected to be greasy, melted like snowflakes the moment it touched her teeth. The rich sauce, mixed with the natural aroma of pork fat, exploded in her mouth, slid down her throat into her stomach, and transformed into a warm current that surged through her limbs and bones.

"Mmph! Mmmph!!" Naruto's eyes widened, and tears shot straight from the corners of his eyes. "Delicious! Too delicious! This is ten thousand times better than the chashu at Ichiraku Ramen! What kind of ninjutsu is this?!"

The aroma immediately attracted Akimichi Choji from the corner.

"(╯▽╰) So fragrant~~"

The sturdy little chubby boy had already walked over uncontrollably, and upon seeing him, he realized it was a new classmate from the same "Akimichi Clan."

"Can I have some?"

Denji looked up, saw his "cheap" younger brother, and greeted him: "You're here, let's eat together."

In Choji's eyes, food was the most important thing; it was meant to be enjoyed alone and could never be shared with others.

Though he felt a bit embarrassed, the fragrance was simply too tempting. Feeling a bit guilty about mooching, Akimichi Choji patted his chest and said:

"Don't worry! Since you're treating me to a meal, we're best friends now.

You're from the Akimichi Clan, too.

Do you know who my dad is? The head of the Akimichi Clan—Akimichi Choza."

"From now on, I've got your back. No one will dare mess with you."

Denji watched Choji's "Choji-isms" with a look of bewilderment.

He picked up a piece of Sweet and Sour Pork Tenderloin and popped it into his mouth.

Choji's eyes widened, and tears welled up and spilled over.

This is real meat! This is real food!

Forget the Three-Color Dango, forget the Military Rations Pills—in the face of this plate of Sweet and Sour Pork Tenderloin, they were all heresy!

From this day forward, I, Akimichi Choji, am a staunch devotee of the sweet and sour faction.

"So delicious!!!"

Akimichi Denji clicked his tongue: "The genes of the Akimichi Clan are truly terrifying."

Hinata had been walking nearby, intending to find Denji to eat together.

But seeing a crowd gathered around him, she found herself in a dilemma, unsure whether to approach or turn away.

Akimichi Denji naturally noticed her; he pulled Hinata over and handed her a bento box.

Denji said: "I saved this for you."

Hinata's face flushed red, and she took the opportunity to sit down beside him.

Looking at the lunch box in her hands, she thought with a sense of defeat: I originally wanted to thank Denji.

How did I end up sitting down to eat again? But the food Denji makes is truly delicious.

Thinking of yesterday's delicacy, Hinata had already uncontrollably opened the bento box.

Denji ignored the noisy crowd and began to focus on the meal in front of him.

Eating every day was the most important part of his training; after all, he had a system that allowed him to gain energy from food and strengthen his physique.

[Energy Points +3]

A ninja's foundation may appear to lie entirely in chakra, with the size of one's chakra reserves directly determining their potential, but in reality, the most fundamental aspect is physical constitution.

Chakra is refined by combining physical energy and spiritual energy.

Without a robust body, one's chakra reserves will never be high, and one will never achieve great things.

Physical constitution is the root of a ninja.

In this world where bloodline theory reigns supreme, the limits of many ninjas are dictated by their lineage. Some ordinary people spend their entire lives reaching a ceiling no higher than a Chunin.

Conversely, look at the Genin of Konoha—it's just a title, yet they casually unleash world-destroying amounts of chakra.

Fortunately, you have your bloodline, and I have my system.

He had worked hard all night yesterday, yet he had only managed to refine his chakra to 10, which hadn't even reached his limit yet.

According to the system, this was the threshold for a Genin; generally speaking, a Chunin's chakra reserves start at 1,000.

For Jonin, the gap widens, with the absolute minimum entry threshold being around 10,000.

Denji estimated that, using the famous unit of chakra measurement, Kakashi, as a benchmark, one "Kakashi" of chakra was likely around 20,000.

So, jokes aside, Brother Kakashi's chakra is actually quite formidable.

The afternoon sun was bright and high in the sky; Ninja Academy typically held theory classes in the morning and practical combat training in the afternoon.

"Today, we are going to review the Clone Technique," Iruka instructed.