SEC Chapter 324 Two Reassuring Scroll Kings
Chapter 324 Two Reassuring Scroll Kings
Nara Shikamaru rubbed his throbbing temples, looking at his two energetic friends, and suddenly the stir-fried scorpion leg in his mouth didn't taste so good anymore.
Akimichi Torifu was completely absorbed in his work, treating the thick "Konoha Ninja Wartime Standard Food Manual" like a precious treasure, flipping through each page with utmost care, muttering to himself as if he were studying some unparalleled secret manual.
"Because the Aburame clan ninjas need to allocate chakra to feed their parasitic insects, their protein rations are 5% higher than those of Inuzuka ninjas of the same level... Hmm, reasonable, very reasonable!"
"Hmm, the night patrol squads of the garrison also have an extra midnight snack allowance, mainly hot soup and rice balls... That's good, it's cold at night, it's comforting to drink something hot."
As he read, he nodded, his expression serious yet satisfied, as if he had transformed into the highest judge of Konoha's culinary world, reviewing a sacred code concerning the village's future.
On the other hand, Sakumo Hatake's efficiency was even more astonishing.
Instead of sitting, he knelt on one knee and spread the thick file of survivor's pension on the ground.
With one hand on the file roster and the other on the distribution list, his gaze moved back and forth between the two documents at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to perceive.
Without comparison or delineation, it relied purely on his terrifying memory and precise insight.
Each time he confirmed a name was correct, he would lightly tap it with his finger, a subtle movement that carried an undeniable certainty.
Nara Shika sighed silently and put the last piece of scorpion meat into his mouth.
These two guys are really...
It makes people feel at ease.
Even working overtime is done in such a unique way.
Nara Shikamaru finally enjoyed a moment of peace, leisurely savoring the stir-fried sand scorpion leg with soy sauce. The rich sauce and firm meat burst on his taste buds, dispelling the fatigue of the past few days. He leaned back comfortably in his chair, looking at his two friends whom he had successfully dragged into this mess. The slight guilt he felt had long been replaced by the happiness of the food and the satisfaction of his successful scheme.
He felt that he had not only gotten rid of trouble, but also discovered talent for the village.
A clan leader like Akimichi, who meticulously calculates the calories and costs of food, is practically a born financial auditor. And Konoha's White Fang, who can apply the precision and patience of an assassination to checking lists, is the ultimate guarantee to prevent any oversights.
Make the best use of people's talents and resources.
This, too, is part of the Will of Fire.
Nara Shikano felt perfectly justified in finding the perfect explanation for his actions. He then picked up a piece of vegetable salad, the refreshing taste balancing the richness of the scorpion meat, which made him let out a comfortable sigh.
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The next day, the morning sunlight bathed Konoha in a warm golden glow.
On the streets, ninjas hurried along, heading to their respective mission locations; while civilians moved between shops, their faces beaming with smiles of peace and contentment.
Madara Uchiha changed into a simple set of casual clothes prepared for him by Kagami Uchiha. The deep purple robe that symbolized an era was neatly folded and placed deep in the wardrobe of the manor.
He walked beside Hiruzen Sarutobi, his steps slow and deliberate. His Rinnegan, which had witnessed the vicissitudes of the world, was now calmly scrutinizing this village that was both familiar and strange.
His arrival did not cause much of a stir.
Occasionally, villagers passing by would glance at the street with curiosity, but they would soon be drawn to other novel things on the street.
"There have been many changes."
Madara Uchiha's voice was hoarse with age, and it was impossible to tell whether it was praise or lament.
"Times are always moving forward."
Hiruzen Sarutobi walked beside him, his tone calm, "The village too."
Ban didn't reply; his attention was drawn to a scene not far ahead.
Several children from the ninja academy were gathered in front of a newly opened dessert shop. One of the girls, a girl from the Uchiha clan, was skillfully handing a skewer of freshly baked tricolor dumplings to her companion.
Their headbands gleamed in the sunlight, and their faces were devoid of any gloom, radiating pure joy.
The two walked silently across the bustling main road, eventually arriving at a relatively quiet area. The air began to fill with the slightly childish chatter of children.
We've arrived at the Konoha Ninja Academy.
Unlike the serious and rigid training ground in Madara's memory, the ninja academy in front of him was more like a vibrant paradise.
A brand-new teaching building and a spacious training ground.
Hiruzen Sarutobi didn't lead Madara through the main entrance, but instead led him around to the side of a school building, stopping outside a classroom window.
He gestured gently, then stepped back half a step, giving Ban his seat by the window.
Ban looked into the classroom with a scrutinizing gaze.
In the classroom, a white-haired ninja stood on the podium, gesturing wildly and spitting as he spoke.
His movements were extremely exaggerated; sometimes he would put his hands on his hips and laugh loudly, and sometimes he would beat his chest and stomp his feet, as if he were performing a comical stage play.
"Listen up, Jiraiya, the greatest hero in the ninja world! Today, I will teach you the ultimate secret of peace!"
Jiraiya's voice was so loud it almost pierced through the walls.
Ban's cheek twitched almost imperceptibly.
Peace... the ultimate secret? Based on this guy who doesn't seem quite right?
He shifted his gaze from Jiraiya to the students below the stage.
The children listened with great interest.
A boy with orange hair sat upright, almost slumped over the table, his pen scribbling frantically across his notebook, making a series of scratching sounds.
His face held an expression of mixed worship and fanaticism, as if he were listening to a divine oracle.
Ban could even clearly see the large title written on his notebook: "On the Intrinsic Unity and Dialectical Relationship between Ramen and Peace".
What a mess this is!
Ban's brows were furrowed.
Next to the orange-haired boy was a little girl with blue-purple hair. She wasn't as excited as the boy; she just sat quietly with her hands on the table.
But when Jiraiya gets to a particularly exciting part, she quickly pulls a piece of colored paper from under her desk, her fingers flying across the paper. Within seconds, a lifelike little paper figure, striking the same exaggerated pose Jiraiya had just made, appears on the corner of her desk.
Behind them, a black-haired boy sat quietly.
He didn't take notes or make any fidgeting; he simply watched Jiraiya on the podium quietly. His dark pupils reflected the sunlight streaming through the window, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
However, his back was ramrod straight.
Outside the window, Hiruzen Sarutobi looked at Madara Uchiha's complex profile, feeling no tension whatsoever.
He knew that the power of words was pale and powerless in the face of this legendary ninja.
Only by seeing it with one's own eyes can one move a heart that has been frozen by war and hatred for nearly a century.
Inside the classroom, Jiraiya's lesson on peace theory had reached its climax.
"...So! Do you understand now? Protection! What does protection mean!"
Jiraiya slammed his hand on the podium. "Protecting doesn't mean fighting to the death with the enemy! It means finding a way to ensure the village's ramen shop always has the freshest tonkotsu broth and the chewiest noodles!"