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

The crisp autumn air was refreshing.

At the Ninja Academy's target range.

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 streams of golden light.

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

Beside Jianxing squatted a handsome black-haired boy with an utterly unconcerned expression. A grass stem hung from his mouth, giving him a roguish sort of charm. He held a branch and drew earnestly on the ground.

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

"What are you drawing?" Jianxing asked curiously.

"Can't you see for yourself?"

"I did. I'm asking because I can'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 truly wasting your artistic talent," Jianxing said sincerely.

"I think so too."

Ryosuke deeply agreed, then broke into a shameless smile. He raised his head slightly, and with the sunlight falling over him from the side, it was as though he had beauty filters turned up to level ten, drawing shrieks from the female fans.

"So handsome!"

"I'm dying! I'm dying... He looked over here!"

"Relax, he was looking at me. Get lost, Might Guy, you ugly thing!"

"..."

Ryosuke put on a troubled look, though he was secretly delighted. Two words described him perfectly: closet narcissist.

"Shallow," Jianxing said disdainfully.

"Who? Me or them?"

"Both."

"Blatant Envy."