That Figure Looked Utterly Lonely

Such powerful Genjutsu?

At eight years old, Miya could use Genjutsu to influence him, a Chunin, without him noticing a thing?

Masaki Kuhara knew that Miya was strong in Taijutsu and possessed extraordinary talent in Ninjutsu as well.

Was Miya this good at Genjutsu too?

This talent was simply unparalleled, wasn't it?

But...

Had Miya really used Genjutsu just now?

If Miya knew what Masaki Kuhara was imagining right now, he would surely burst out laughing and take another big bite of meat.

What Miya had just used wasn't anything like Genjutsu. It was a special aura formed when the killing intent within him was crushed, broken down, and pulverized by the Nuclear Fission Reactor, then released through Miya's will.

"I-I survived?"

Asuma opened his eyes, his whole body limp on the floor, and stared at his hands in disbelief.

Just now, he could have sworn he'd really felt Miya smash his head in.

That excruciating pain, that despair of death-there was absolutely no mistaking them.

But why???

Miya ate the chunks of meat in his bento, chewing with relish and feeling utterly refreshed.

It was hard to say whether it was because of the food in his mouth or because he'd just scared everyone half to death.

Or maybe it was both!

"Hey, Asuma, you bastard, get lost! You're right in front of me, ruining my meal."

Miya looked at Asuma, who was still slumped on the floor in front of him, and raised his fist with a look of disgust.

"If you don't get lost, I'll really beat you up."

When Asuma heard that, his eyes filled with terror. Somehow finding the strength, his limp body jolted, and he scrambled back to his seat.

Seeing that Asuma was all right, Masaki Kuhara let out a long sigh of relief. He neither blamed nor punished Miya.

Instead, after calming the students in the class, he picked up his textbook and resumed the lesson.

"The Three Basic Techniques, among them..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Masaki Kuhara continued writing and drawing on the blackboard, but no one in the class had the mind to listen anymore.

Their gazes kept drifting toward the figure wolfing down his bento.

The boys looked at him with fear and a touch of admiration.

Some of the girls looked at him with fear, but others gazed at him with affection.

There was no other reason!

Although Miya was a big eater and liked to binge,

unlike the members of Konoha's Akimichi Clan, who all ate themselves into chubby little boys and girls,

Miya only grew more handsome the more he ate. It didn't affect his handsome face in the slightest, and instead made countless people envy him.

Especially the Akimichi Clan.

The talent not only to eat without gaining weight, but to grow more handsome the more he ate, was just too incredible, too enviable.

Beneath his short, tousled black hair, Miya's large eyes were full of charm. Though his face was still youthful because of his age, his extremely well-proportioned, handsome features were already apparent.

The girls in his class and the village could hardly take their eyes off him when they saw him.

When those girls acted like perverts, they were even scarier than the boys.

Miya knew that all too well!

It was just too hard!

The Nuclear Fission Reactor: a blessing for foodies, and you deserved to have one!

Looks didn't matter!

Miya said he didn't care in the slightest. Rather than worrying about his looks, wouldn't it be better to eat more?

Had grilled meat stopped tasting good? Or had growing stronger stopped feeling great?

"Ding-a-ling..."

Just then, the bell rang, and Masaki Kuhara breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"Class dismissed, everyone. Be careful on your way home."

After saying that in a hurry, Masaki Kuhara left the classroom.

"Yuto, hurry up! Let's go eat together."

"Yeah, yeah, come on! Let's eat outside!"

After a few brief exchanges, the boys fled the classroom.

Even most of the girls left.

As for why...

Seeing the empty lunchboxes in front of Miya and the way his eyes gleamed as he scanned the room, even the girls who lusted after his body were afraid he'd snatch their bentos and leave them hungry. They still had classes that afternoon!

Refuse?

What if Miya decided to beat them up?

They couldn't beat him, and they couldn't get away.

As for Asuma, who had been scared out of his wits by Miya, he had covered his face and run off at the first opportunity.

In front of everyone, he'd rushed at Miya, ready to fight with all he had, only to be scared limp before Miya had even moved.

As the Third Hokage's son, Asuma felt utterly ashamed.

All he wanted now was to leave this painful place and go home to lick his wounds in silence.

"Rin, let's go eat together!"

"I brought a meat cutlet bento especially for today."

Obito Uchiha came up to Rin Nohara, fidgeting, and invited her with his head lowered and his face bright red.

"Uh..."

After waiting a long time without getting a response from Rin Nohara, Obito Uchiha raised his head, only to find her walking toward Miya.

"Miya, this is the bento I brought today. Would you like some?"

Rin Nohara came up beside Miya and held out her bento box with both hands, asking him in a gentle voice.

Miya stood up at once and reached out to ruffle Rin Nohara's hair.

A head-pat kill.

"No need, Rin!"

"You and Kurenai share some first. When I come back this afternoon, I'll bring you both some delicious grilled meat."

As he spoke, Miya reached out and ruffled Kurenai Yuhi's hair as well.

In this era overrun with single dogs, anyone looking for a wife had to start raising one from childhood.

"Miya..."

As Miya gave them his head-pat kill, Rin Nohara and Kurenai Yuhi both had a somewhat dazed look in their lovely eyes.

It wasn't that they were unwilling, but...

Rin Nohara and Kurenai Yuhi glanced at each other from where they stood, their eyes showing complicated emotions.

Just as Rin Nohara and Kurenai Yuhi were about to say something, Miya had already let go and was walking toward the door.

"Rin!"

"Miya, you bastard!"

Seeing the goddess of his dreams subjected to Miya's head-pat kill, Obito froze for a moment before flying into a rage. Completely disregarding the gap in strength between himself and Miya, he wanted to rush at Miya and fight him with all he had.

Obito's voice brought Rin Nohara back to her senses. When she saw that Obito wanted to attack, she immediately shouted:

"What are you trying to do, Obito?"

"Get out of the way! You're blocking Miya."

Seeing the anger in Rin Nohara's eyes, Obito stopped what he was about to do and answered, his heart aching:

"Rin!"

"But he, I..."

Obito stammered, wanting to say something, but unable to get anything out.

A bootlicker ends up with nothing in the end.

Miya silently made that assessment as he looked at Obito. Then he ignored him and walked straight out of the classroom.

Obito stood rooted to the spot, watching Miya's retreating figure, then looked at the anger in Rin Nohara's eyes and listened to her words.

For some reason, Obito felt a little like crying.

He had only wanted to help Rin Nohara and teach Miya, the bastard who dared bully the goddess of his dreams, a lesson.

Who would have thought that he'd anger Rin Nohara by doing so?

He was blocking Miya's way?

Obito: My heart hurts.

Rin Nohara looked at the bento in Obito's hand and frowned.

"I'm not going to eat bento with you!"

"Hmph!"

It turned out Rin hadn't missed his invitation just now. She had ignored him.

Obito bit his lip.

"I understand!"

Having been rejected by Rin Nohara, Obito silently turned around and slowly headed out of the classroom.

"Obito, don't keep bothering me from now on. I don't want Miya to misunderstand."

At that moment, Rin's words reached Obito's ears again, making his body tremble. His steps paused for a moment, then he continued slowly toward the door without a word.

His retreating figure looked utterly lonely.