"Thank you, Senior Shiro."
"What are you thanking me for? Guiding you juniors is what we're supposed to do. Remember, think more about everything and listen more to other people's opinions. Sometimes, sitting there overthinking by yourself can easily lead to problems."
"Mm. I understand, Senior Shiro."
"Good. Remember, no matter what happens, don't go backing yourself into a corner alone." As he spoke, Shiro swiped a finger and dispelled the barrier.
The sight made Itachi's eyes shine with amazement. Such a powerful barrier, drawn with a casual motion and dispelled just as casually—he truly deserved to be called the God of Ninjutsu!
"Boss! Another bowl!"
Shiro had only just dispelled the barrier when he saw Naruto push his empty bowl forward and shout with a wide grin.
"No! You only get one bowl! Otherwise, you'll give yourself away again when you go back, and I'll end up getting scolded too. Don't listen to him, mister. Don't make it for him!"
Teuchi smiled and nodded. Even if Shiro had not said anything, he would not have made Naruto another bowl. It was a good thing that someone liked his ramen, but if it made them start overeating, Teuchi felt there was no need for that at all.
When Naruto saw their attitude, he knew there was no hope. His head drooped at once, and tears instantly welled up in his eyes.
"Sniff—sniff—Uncle Shiro, you clearly promised you'd let me eat as much as I wanted—sniff—you don't keep your word." Naruto spoke with a sob in his voice, sniffling between words, as though he had suffered some enormous grievance.
Seeing Naruto use this trick again, Shiro rolled his eyes. "Kid, you can eat whatever nonsense you want, but you can't say whatever nonsense you want. The condition for that request was