Konoha — Barbecue Restaurant
Under the stunned gaze of surrounding customers, a mountain of empty plates had piled up at one of the tables, easily a meter high—and still growing.
Sitting beside the carnage, Might Guy looked both impressed and slightly disturbed.
Across from them, Yuhi Shinku and his daughter Kurenai stared in silence, chopsticks untouched, watching the madness unfold.
"Boss! Another round—twenty servings of every meat on the menu!" Guts called out, his mouth still full.
Shinku nearly choked.
His hand instinctively reached for the wallet tied to his waist.
Even for a Jōnin… this meal's gonna cost at least two months' salary.
"If I'd known this kid could eat like a starving bear, I would've just trained her at home…" Shinku sighed to himself, eyes misty with regret.
"Mr. Shinku," Might Guy leaned in, grinning awkwardly. "This morning alone, Guts got banned from every buffet in town. Some restaurants even shut their doors just to avoid him."
Shinku's jaw twitched. What kind of cursed stomach is that?!
"Hrrkk-hhuhuu~~"
Suddenly, mid-bite, Guts tilted his head back, eyes shut, snoring softly as a bubble formed and popped at his nose.
Kurenai jumped. "Wh-what happened to him?!"
"Ah, don't worry," Guy said casually, not even looking. "Guts says a proper ninja should use time wisely. So he's trained himself to fall asleep at any moment."
"…Freak," Shinku muttered inwardly.
Just earlier, he'd quietly checked the boy's chakra flow out of curiosity—and nearly did a double take.
The circulation speed and volume were four, maybe five times higher than a normal child his age. It rivaled that of the Uchiha or Senju prodigies.
And yet his chakra control is a total mess, Shinku thought. Unlike Guy, who compensates with taijutsu, this one isn't even trying to improve it. Just brute-forcing everything...
As Shinku wrestled with confusion, Kurenai found her eyes wandering to Guts's sleeping face.
Actually… he doesn't look that bad.
To be honest, Guts wasn't bad-looking at all—he was actually quite handsome. Not in the clean-cut, pretty-boy way like Namikaze Minato, but with a wild, untamed charm.
He had that rugged aura, the kind that reminded you of Rakan, the Monarch of Fangs from Solo Leveling.
She caught herself, immediately shaking the thought away. No, no, no—what the hell am I thinking?! He's an idiot! A glutton! A total pain!
Just then, a loud, confident voice rang from the restaurant entrance.
"Boss! Private room. Five deluxe beef sets!"
Shinku turned, recognizing the voice instantly—and paled slightly.
Five figures stepped in together.
Senju Tsunade — granddaughter of the First Hokage, a living Kage-level legend.
Senju Nawaki — Tsunade's kid brother, currently a Genin.
Orochimaru — eerie as always.
Jiraiya — grinning, eyes darting around.
Kato Dan — Special Jōnin and Tsunade's
suitor,standing quietly beside her.
Before they could take a step further, the waiter wheeled a cart over to Guts's table, stacked sky-high with raw meat.
"Tsunade-sama," the waiter said apologetically. "I'm so sorry, but all our meat stock was bought up just now…"
The group turned and followed the waiter's gaze.
Their eyes landed on the mountain of meat—and the small boy hunched over it, already flipping new pieces onto the grill.
"…The Akimichi clan?" Tsunade raised an eyebrow.
"No way," Jiraiya said, clearly rattled. "Even Akimichi don't go this hard."
Pop.
The bubble at Guts's nose burst. He rubbed his eyes, gave a loud yawn, and—without a second thought—kept grilling and devouring meat like a machine.
Curious, Tsunade and the others walked over. Her eyes scanned him head to toe.
"…Is this really just a kid?"
He didn't have the body of an Akimichi. He was lean, though muscular for his age. His stomach didn't bulge. In fact, he looked… oddly fit.
"Hey, brat. You trying to be the first Akimichi to lose weight or something?" Tsunade asked, half-joking.
Guts looked up at the voice, his eyes lazily dragging across the group—then stopping on Tsunade.... precisely on her Giant Bazoongas.
His gaze lingered.
One second… two… five…
Ten full seconds of silence.
Kurenai frowned. "Pervert…"
Tsunade's brow twitched. "What's your problem, kid?! Never seen a woman before?!"
She slammed her fist on the table. Plates rattled. A few nearly fell over.
"Tsk… that outfit really doesn't suit you," Guts muttered, turning back to his grill like nothing happened.
A vein popped on Tsunade's forehead.
"Oh? Then tell me—what does suit me?"
Guts didn't even hesitate. With absolute confidence, he described her ideal outfit in vivid, exacting detail—clearly memorized from countless fanarts in his past life.
For a moment, there was stunned silence.
Then Jiraiya leaned in, wiping away a tear.
"…God-tier instincts. No—MAN instincts!"
But even he flinched slightly, already picturing the poor kid flying through the restaurant ceiling.
After all, he knew that look in Tsunade's eyes very well.
Jiraiya sighed with tears in his eyes, thinking,
"She's punched me like that more times than I can count..."
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