Kabuto lifted his face from his ramen bowl and looked at Gua.
Gua's gaze was so sincere.
Kabuto said nothing, lowering his head as he pulled the ramen in front of him.
He began slurping away.
Kabuto had been eating well these past few days. His complexion had recovered considerably, and his cheeks were rosy again.
As a shinobi, he had slept outdoors and eaten on the road. How could he possibly have had ramen every day?
Speaking of the ramen, Kabuto felt that the taste was finally tolerable.
Unlike before, when eating ramen had felt like eating poop.
It wasn't because Kabuto had eaten enough of it to get used to it.
Rather, he had beaten up the ramen shop owner while Gua wasn't looking.
"Hey! You'd better serve me good ramen!!"
"Goddammit!"
"If you make Gua and me eat shit again, I'll beat you up every time I see you!!"
At the time, Kabuto had practically been grinding his teeth, wishing he could pour two huge bowls of ramen down the owner's throat.
Afterward,
it really did work.
The next time the two of them came to eavesdrop for information, Kabuto could clearly tell that the flavor had improved a lot.
What did that prove?
It wasn't that the owner couldn't cook!
He simply wanted to feed them poop!!
He had become hopelessly absorbed in his own art.
Gua also noticed that the owner was looking at Kabuto strangely. As for that day's ramen, it couldn't be called delicious, only a little unpleasant, but it was already a long way from poop.
Naturally, Gua guessed something was up.
He frowned.
Kabuto's hand paused slightly as he ate his ramen. Gua said nothing, and neither did Kabuto.
That day, Kabuto flew into a rage.
He secretly beat up the