Gaze 1/2

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Konoha Year 45, on the eve of the Third Shinobi World War.

The autumn air was crisp and clear.

At the Ninja Academy's training ground.

Aburame Jianxing leaned against a tree trunk, basking in the warm afternoon sunlight. Behind his sunglasses, his eyes narrowed contentedly, his long lashes seeming to cradle the golden light.

It was so comfortable it made him want to go: meow, meow, meow.

Beside Jianxing squatted a handsome black-haired boy with a carefree expression, a grass stem dangling from his mouth, looking roguishly cool. He held a branch and drew on the ground with great seriousness.

Hyuga Ryosuke, a member of the Hyuga Branch Family and one of Jianxing's few friends, possessed a pretty face and a completely unreliable soul.

"What are you drawing?" Jianxing asked curiously.

"Can't you see for yourself?"

"I did. I asked because I couldn't understand it."

Ryosuke stared at the drawing on the ground and pondered for a moment. "Sorry, it's too abstract. I can't understand it either. Whatever you think it is, that's what it is."

That was just how unreliable he was!

"Being a ninja is such a waste of your artistic talent," Jianxing said sincerely.

"I think so too."

Ryosuke wholeheartedly agreed, then laughed without the slightest shame. He raised his head slightly, and sunlight fell across him from the side as if he had a level-ten beauty filter on, drawing shrieks from the girls.

"So handsome!"

"I'm dying! I'm dying... He looked this way!"

"Relax, he's looking at me. Get lost, ugly!"

"..."

In response, Ryosuke put on a troubled act while secretly delighting inside. Two words described him perfectly: secretly smug.

"Shallow," Jianxing said disdainfully.

"Who? Me, or them?"

"All of you."

"Blatant Envy." Ryosuke looked at Jianxing teasingly and raised his eyebrows flirtatiously,