Yuhi Kurenai Turns into a Chicken

She had clearly been at Qiushui's house just a moment ago, eating a piece of egg, and then she had turned into a chicken?

After swallowing the egg in her mouth, Yuhi Kurenai opened her eyes and looked at Qiushui in shock, hurriedly asking, "Did I just turn into a chicken? Does the food you cook have the effects of a genjutsu?"

Qiushui shook his head and explained, "I don't know what's going on either. My cooking wasn't like this before, but ever since I returned and started cooking again, it's become like this. It shouldn't be a genjutsu, though, and it doesn't seem to have any negative effects on the body."

Yuhi Kurenai nodded thoughtfully.

As a genjutsu expert, she could feel that it wasn't a genjutsu; there were no chakra fluctuations, no traces of a technique, and it felt more like a sensory experience that transcended common sense.

Yuhi Kurenai recalled some rumors she had heard while out on missions over the years: in the depths of the ninja world, there were a very small number of chefs whose culinary skills had reached the pinnacle, capable of making dishes that created such immersive scenes when eaten—an ultimate experience that transcended mere taste.

"Qiushui, your cooking is just too delicious!" Yuhi Kurenai then completely transformed into a glutton, her chopsticks moving with lightning speed. She picked up a piece of beef and put it into her mouth; the meat was so tender it barely needed chewing, and the juices exploded in her mouth, mixed with the richness of the red wine sauce and the charred fragrance of the garlic slices, making her squint her eyes in delight.

While eating, she couldn't help but praise, "Mmm, it's really too delicious, I've never eaten anything this good before."

A smile appeared on Qiushui's face.

For anyone who cooks, the best praise one can receive is the recognition of the person eating the meal.

He sat across from her, watching Yuhi Kurenai eat with such satisfaction, and his own mood lifted as well.

However, because Yuhi Kurenai kept lowering her head while eating, she inadvertently revealed a cleavage at her chest; that patch of fair skin appeared and disappeared within the gap of her collar, swaying gently with her movements as she reached for food.

Qiushui's gaze accidentally swept over it, and he quickly looked away.

But Yuhi Kurenai was so engrossed in her meal that she didn't notice her collar had loosened. She continued to lower her head to shovel food into her mouth, and that cleavage continued to flicker in and out of Qiushui's peripheral vision.

Qiushui didn't know whether to point it out or not.

If he pointed it out, it would be too awkward.

She was in the middle of enjoying her meal; what kind of thing would it be to suddenly say, "Your collar is open"?

If he didn't point it out, he felt he had nowhere to rest his eyes, as looking anywhere felt wrong.

And so, in this conflicted state of mind, he struggled through the next ten minutes.

"I'm done for, I'm done for." After finishing, Yuhi Kurenai leaned back against the sofa, her whole body in a state of extreme, satisfied laziness. "After eating your cooking, I feel like I won't be able to eat anything else ever again."

Her long, fair legs were crossed in the sunlight, glowing with an alluring luster, and the hem of her white skirt had slipped down a bit, revealing even more smooth skin. She just lay there on the sofa, completely unguarded, like a well-fed, chubby cat.

Qiushui tried his best to move his gaze away from her legs, keeping his tone as natural as possible: "If you like it, you can come over as a guest whenever you have time. I live alone anyway, and it's quite lonely; it would be nice to have some company."

Although Yuhi Kurenai's performance in the anime wasn't particularly brilliant—whether it was being knocked out by Mizuki while he led the prisoners, being trapped in a genjutsu by Kurama Yakumo, or daring to use a genjutsu on Itachi Uchiha only to be defeated in one move—as the heir to Yuhi Shinku's legacy, she was undoubtedly one of the top genjutsu experts in the village right now.

And Qiushui was very wary of genjutsu.

No matter how high your strength is, it is very possible to fall for one. Even Orochimaru, who was at the Kage level, was left stunned and motionless by a single glare from Itachi Uchiha, and he remained wary of him ever since.

Since he had transmigrated, most of the ninjutsu rewarded by the system were elemental or functional skills; he hadn't received a single reward related to genjutsu. In this world, while people who used genjutsu weren't everywhere, there were quite a few. If he ever encountered a genjutsu opponent at Yuhi Kurenai's level, he wouldn't even know how he had been caught.

Therefore, when he met Yuhi Kurenai yesterday, he had an idea: he wanted to learn genjutsu from her.

He didn't ask to become incredibly powerful, only to have a certain level of understanding so he wouldn't be easily trapped by others.

But Qiushui and Yuhi Kurenai's relationship clearly wasn't good enough yet for her to teach him genjutsu, so he decided to use food to bridge the gap, and once their relationship improved, he would bring up the idea of wanting to learn genjutsu.

Yuhi Kurenai tilted her head to look at him, a bit of sauce still on the corner of her mouth: "Really? Then I won't stand on ceremony. Your food here is better than any shop in the village."

Qiushui smiled and handed her a tissue: "Really, you're welcome anytime. Wipe your mouth."

Yuhi Kurenai froze for a moment, took the tissue, and only then realized how messy she looked. Her face turned slightly red, and she wiped her mouth, muttering, "It's all your fault for making it so delicious."

The sudden coquettish look from the sexy older woman left Qiushui momentarily stunned.

Yuhi Kurenai sensed Qiushui's reaction, but instead of feeling shy, she felt that her charm hadn't faded. Being able to captivate a handsome man like Qiushui, who was even more attractive than Kakashi, gave her a sense of pride.

Qiushui stood up and began to clear the dishes.

Seeing this, Yuhi Kurenai also stood up and said, "Let me help you wash the dishes. Your two students are still waiting for your food, aren't they? They should be done with their training by now, right?"

"It's fine, waiting another twenty minutes won't hurt them." Qiushui stacked the plates, his movements practiced. "Besides, how could I let you, a guest, do the work? Using those hands of yours, which are meant for casting genjutsu, to wash dishes would be a waste of talent."

"Pfft." Yuhi Kurenai couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Qiushui, why is the way you talk so interesting? 'Waste of talent'—my hands aren't some rare treasure."

But deep down, she was very happy.

How did that phrase "waste of talent" sound so pleasant to her ears?

Meanwhile, at Training Ground 3.

"Why hasn't Teacher Qiushui come yet?" Naruto Uzumaki was sprawled over the table, his left cheek pressed out of shape, his mouth pushed to one side, his bright blue eyes staring longingly at the entrance.

Although Hyuga Hinata was also very hungry, due to the long-standing rules of the Hyuga Clan, she still sat upright in her chair, her back straight, her hands placed properly on her knees, though her eyes would occasionally glance toward the direction Naruto was watching, her eyelashes fluttering gently.

"Gurgle."

Hinata's stomach began to protest.

Naruto turned his head to look at Hinata.

Hinata's face flushed red instantly, and she lowered her head, her ears burning.

"Hehe, so you're hungry too," Naruto said with a grin.