The undercurrents in Konoha were growing increasingly turbulent.
Yet all of it seemed to have nothing to do with Uchiha Yao.
That afternoon.
Uchiha Yao changed into an ordinary set of black casual clothes and walked down the bustling streets like any other villager.
Ichiraku Ramen.
This little shop, revered as a "holy land" by countless people in his previous life, truly had its own unique charm now that he saw it for himself.
As he lifted the curtain, the rich aroma of bone broth rushed toward him.
"Welcome!"
Teuchi greeted him warmly.
There were not many people in the shop.
Uchiha Yao naturally took a seat in the corner.
"Boss, one bowl of Miso Ramen."
"Coming right up!"
His gaze casually fell on the blond brat beside him, who was bent over his bowl, slurping noodles.
Naruto Uzumaki.
Several whisker-like marks on his young face had not been wiped clean. He was sweating profusely as he ate, his cheeks puffed up like a hamster hoarding food.
Uchiha Yao simply watched Naruto in silence.
Ding! Target detected: Naruto Uzumaki. Potential Rating: SSS (Asura reincarnation, Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, Child of Prophecy) Current Status: Extremely desperate for recognition (high), malnutrition (high), Chakra disorder (high) System Evaluation: An unpolished trump card, but one that requires proper guidance.
"Ramen's ready!"
Teuchi placed a steaming bowl of ramen in front of Uchiha Yao.
Perhaps drawn by the fragrance, Naruto raised his head. When he saw the huge slice of chashu in Uchiha Yao's bowl, he instinctively swallowed.
His own bowl was already empty.
"Uncle, another bowl!"
Naruto touched the shriveled frog wallet in his pocket and shouted with a distinct lack of confidence.
"Kid, it looks like you don't have enough money in that wallet."
Teuchi spoke with some difficulty.
Naruto's face instantly reddened.