Konohagakure, the noon sunlight felt a bit dazzling.
Inside Ichiraku Ramen, hot steam billowed.
"Mmph... So soft... Sister Ayame's place is the most comfortable after all..."
A little kid hung like a koala, pressing his whole body against the storefront girl Ayame's chest and rubbing around.
Son Goten thought to himself, Master Roshi really knows how to enjoy things; this is so great!
Following his rubbing, Ayame's previously smooth apron was pressed into blushing, heart-throbbing wrinkles.
"Yikes... Goten! Don't rub the soup on your face onto my clothes!"
Ayame's face flushed completely, scolding him verbally, but her body did not dodge away at all; instead, she gently used a handkerchief to wipe the face of this little troublemaker.
Son Goten narrowed his eyes, his hands acting very dishonestly as he grabbed upward to feel the soft texture.
This was heaven.
Compared to that Dragon Ball world of nothing but killing where his old man and brother constantly forced him to train, this world was simply fantastic, except that he missed Trunks a little bit.
As long as he acted cute just a little bit, he got big, white, and soft big sisters to hug him and free ramen to eat.
"You brat! Let go! That's your sister! Not your body pillow!"
"Clang!"
A ladle knocked against Son Goten's head, making a crisp sound.
"Are you trying to eat my Ichiraku Ramen into bankruptcy? That's the thirty-fifth bowl! Also, get your paws off Ayame!"
"Tch, mister is really stingy."
Son Goten rubbed his head, reluctantly letting go of the warm, fragrant jade in his arms. "Anyway, Sister Ayame is going to get married in the future; she might as well marry me to be my principal wife and let me touch her, so what's wrong with that... Besides, Wife Ayame is the best, not like mister."
"What does a little squirt like you know about a principal wife! Also, I'm your foster father! You need to call me father." Uncle Teuchi was so angry his mustache twitched, but he turned right around and piled an extra-large portion of sliced chashu into Goten's bowl. "Eat up! Scram off to the academy when you're done! Isn't today the graduation exam?"
Looking at the mountain of meat piled in his bowl, Son Goten flashed an innocent smile.
Even if he was a cheap old man, Uncle Teuchi was a really good person.
Five years ago, Evil Buu knocked him and Trunks into a spatial rift, and their fusion split apart as well. Son Goten dropped into the ninja world-speaking of which, where did Trunks fall? Never mind, won't think about it!
After dropping into this world, Goten, who originally had no tail, actually grew a tail, and it happened to be a full moon night, so naturally, he turned into a Great Ape.
The fortunate thing was that it was a deep mountain and old forest with no witnesses, or else he definitely would have been hunted down as a Tailed Beast!
Even more fortunately, during his rampage, he accidentally tumbled down a cliff, and a few sharp boulders happened to cut off his trouble-causing tail during the descent.
The next day, he was taken back by a butt-naked child passing by whom Uncle Teuchi regarded as a war orphan.
In this world dominated by chakra, the "ki" within his body was dormant and vast, and no one could see through his depth.
"Got it, got it, it's just some ninja exam."
Son Goten picked up the ramen bowl bigger than his face, threw his head back, and chugged the soup clean in a few gulps.
Putting down the bowl, he stuck out his tongue to lick his lips, and his gaze uncontrollably drifted toward Ayame, who was wiping tables.
Ayame wore a tight mesh lining today, layered with a white work tunic over it. When she bent down to wipe the table, her collar drooped slightly, and that trace of snow-white was faintly visible, trembling slightly with the sway of her arms.
"Gulp."
Son Goten swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
It was not from hunger; it was from craving.
A Saiyan's instincts were only twofold: fighting and reproduction.
Since there was no need to fight desperately in this low-power world, he could only vent his energy into the second great enterprise.
"Sister Ayame, I'm off to the exam! When I get my forehead protector back, I want a lap pillow and ear-cleaning as my reward tonight!"
Son Goten jumped off the barstool, and before Ayame could refuse, he rushed over at a speed too fast for the naked eye to catch, grabbed a handful of her voluptuous backside fiercely, and darted out of the ramen shop with a "whoosh" before gasps could rise.
"This brat of a younger brother... How does he have so much strength in his hands..." Ayame blushed as she rubbed her plump buttocks, yet the depths of her eyes held only pampering.
The Ninja Academy, front gates.
"Did you hear? That glutton from Ichiraku Ramen is also taking the graduation exam."
"You mean Son Goten? That loser who can't even refine chakra?"
"Shh! Keep it down. Although that guy doesn't use ninjutsu, hitting people hurts like hell! Last time Kiba mocked him for eating too much, and got sat on straight into the hospital by him. People still walk around him when they see him now."
Amidst the crowd, Son Goten walked with his hands in his pockets and a sleepy look on his face, sauntering along slowly.
Those childish chakra fluctuations around him were as weak as candlelight in the wind in his perception.
"Yo, isn't that Naruto?"
Son Goten's eyes lit up as he spotted the dejected blonde-haired boy squatting by the swing.
This was his long-term meal ticket number two.
Naruto Uzumaki saw Goten as if seeing a savior: "Goten! I'm so nervous too; I just can't get the Clone Technique right..."
"What's there to be scared of?"
Son Goten walked over, ruffled Naruto's hair, and leaned in close to his ear: "If you fail the test, I'll take you to pull off a big job. Like... going to the Hokage Building to steal some good treats?"
A cold and somewhat arrogant voice cut in.
"Losers keeping each other warm? You only think about such boring things."
Sasuke Uchiha crossed his arms, leaning against a tree trunk: "Son Goten, a good-for-nothing like you without even chakra fluctuations should head back early to boil noodles. The ninja world is cruel."
"Cruel?"
He raised his hand, waving his fist in the air toward Sasuke.
"Sasuke, you'd better pray you don't run into me during the combat drill. Otherwise... I'll beat you until you cry."
Sasuke flicked his head back, returning only a single word: "Hmph!"
At that moment, a voice echoed from inside the exam room.
"Next, Son Goten!"
Son Goten bolted toward the exam room immediately, and as he passed Hinata, Goten grabbed Hinata's hand: "Wife Hinata, give me a hug when I come out after taking the test~"
Hinata instantly overheated and passed out.
Son Goten let out a chuckle and vanished in a flash.
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