Chapter 858

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

The autumn air was crisp and clear.

At the target range of the Ninja Academy.

Aburame Jianxing leaned against a tree trunk, the afternoon sunlight warming his body. Behind his sunglasses, his eyes narrowed contentedly, his long lashes seeming to cradle streams of golden light.

It was so comfortable that he wanted to: meow, meow, meow.

Beside Jianxing squatted a handsome black-haired boy with an unconcerned expression and a grass stem between his lips, 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, was known for his good looks and his utterly 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 agreed deeply, then laughed without the slightest shame. He raised his head slightly, and the sunlight shone down from the side as though someone had turned on a level-ten beauty filter, drawing continuous shrieks from the female fans.

"So handsome!"

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

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

"..."

Ryosuke pretended to be troubled while secretly delighting inside. Two words described him perfectly: closet narcissist.

"Shallow," Jianxing said disdainfully.

"Who? Me or them?"

"All of you."

"Blatant Envy." Ryosuke looked at Jianxing teasingly and raised an