Monster of Sand and Soil

"Three-color dango—if I remember correctly, there seemed to be a girl from your clan who went on missions with you and liked this food very much as well."

Ishiyama Sanae pointed at the food on the table and smiled. After they entered, a sensory ninja nearby had already set up the appropriate barrier outside. Black chakra, visible to the naked eye, spread through the air, continuously isolating this seat from any information exchanged with the outside world.

He knew the Uchiha Clan like the back of his hand, but in the end, it was merely a matter of each side getting what they needed.

And he just happened to be able to provide it.

Yet as his gaze fixed on Itachi's eyes, they remained as still as an ancient well. Could his intelligence have been wrong? Logically speaking, mentioning the little girlfriend in his heart should have made anyone show at least a trace of surprise.

That shouldn't be.

Even if ninjas underwent special training that allowed them to conceal their reactions, remaining calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before them and not blinking when deer rose to their left—

The contraction of the pupils in their eyes was absolutely impossible to hide.

"Your Highness jests. This restaurant truly suits our clan's tastes. I only learned of it after they introduced it to me. If Your Highness doesn't mind, you may give it a try."

Itachi's voice was neither servile nor overbearing, but neither of them knew that the other had hundreds of schemes in mind. Their contest had already begun the moment they came into contact.

"Not bad. I hope I'll be able to come here often and eat this in the future."

Ishiyama Sanae spoke vaguely as he dug in heartily. But for the son of a concubine, after reaching adulthood...