Back in the Warring States Period, despite being the clan leader's son and doted on by his father and brothers, Izuna had rarely had the chance to taste truly delicious food. Illness had robbed him of his appetite before his death, too. On his very first day after being revived, he fell in love with seafood.
In fact, it wasn't just seafood. Izuna wanted to stuff every unfamiliar delicacy he saw into his mouth. These days, he simply couldn't stop eating. His shinobi self-control lost completely to instinct, and the inevitable result was weight gain.
Secretly pinching the new flesh on his body, Izuna, who cared deeply about his image, frowned miserably and agonized over how to lose weight.
"No way! I don't want to end up like the Akimichi Clan!"
Izuna finally understood why so many of his clansmen were fat. There were simply too many temptations. Konoha really did have every good thing imaginable!
Still, he could indulge just a little today. At worst, he would spar with Madara a few extra rounds tomorrow.
The kitchen in the Clan Leader's Mansion bustled with activity. Head chef Izuna worked away, ordering Hōkaku, whom he had dragged in as his assistant, here and there. The five little brats also picked up brooms and mops, obediently cleaning the house for their readily acquired master.
In the living room, Madara and Hashirama leisurely played Konoha Cards. Over the years, Hashirama had spent a fortune buying good cards from other players. His collection looked magnificent, positively reeking of money.
But that did nothing to stop his appalling luck from working its magic.
"A D-rank card. Another D-rank card... ah!"
With a wail, Hashirama coughed up blood and collapsed, utterly trounced by Madara.
"Heh. You're a hundred years too early to beat me."
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