put on my white vest

Fire Country, Konoha Village.

Naruto Uzumaki was tasting his favorite Ichiraku ramen, when the sudden chakra fluctuation brought him from the delicious soup to Mt. Miaogi.

He only had time to swallow the last noodle on the chopsticks, and the smell of cooking bugs made his face turn pale immediately.

"Grandma Zhijian... No, no, no need, I'm already full, let me tell you I'm full!!"

Naruto quickly rejected the colorful insect dishes brought by the mother-in-law of □□, and at the same time tried hard to control himself not to look at the side of □□Kichi who was feasting.

"Okay." Wearing a chef's hat and purple hair, Immortal Shima put away the delicacies regretfully, and then she shouted in one direction: "My child's father, Naruto is here!"

The called Fukasaku Immortal reluctantly put down the bowl: "Come with me, Naruto."

"What's the matter?"

The grey-haired Fukasaku Sento's expression became serious for a moment: "Da□□Seiren wants to see you—"

"About prophecy."

Although the Great Immortal looked as crumbling as the old lady's dentures, in his peaceful and mysterious smile, the atmosphere at the scene quickly solidified.

Naruto was sitting upright waiting for the prophecy to come out, his fingers twitching from time to time revealed his nervousness.

Because of Master Jiraiya's firm belief in the prophecy, Naruto also took a solemn attitude towards it when he was affected-'He firmly believes that he will realize the good part and break the bad part'.

□□The immortal sits in a wide water basin. His wrinkled skin and kind eyes show the wisdom accumulated over the years. As usual, he made some inconspicuous jokes, and he spoke slowly.

"Naruto, I saw you meet an octopus with eight legs, and then fight a boy with power in his eyes."

'Sasuke...'

Naruto clenched his fists for an instant, and nodded silently.

"But it's not over yet."

□□ Immortal said: "This is the first time I have encountered such a situation. The space intertwined with chaos and colorful colors will help Naruto win. But the protagonist of this prophecy is not Naruto, but the purple snake and the visitor from another world. , They communicated in petri dishes and scalpels, which made a major change for the future of the ninja world."

"Colorful...petri dishes..."

Naruto repeated this sentence dryly: "Big Grandfather Immortal, this is too complicated!!"

□□Yin crossed his arms and said, "In short, it's a scene related to the future, and it's generally not a bad direction."

Naruto thought hard: "The purple snake refers to the Dilong Cave?"That space... enchantment or psychic beast summoning? ? '

Facts have proved that Naruto is not suitable for this, and he frantically admitted defeat: "Ah, don't worry about me! Just tell Granny Tsunade and let Kakashi-sensei and the others worry about it!!"

The optimist ninja waved goodbye to Immortal Immortal, released the reverse psychic and returned to Konoha before the bug meal was put in front of him.It takes only 10 minutes to come and go, and his ramen may still be eaten——

"Brother Yile actually helped me make a new bowl!!"

Naruto's eyes lit up, and he took Gojo Satoru's hand and shook it firmly: "Thank you so much, I thought I was going to miss the limited seafood miso deluxe ramen, I said!!!"

"Where is it? It disappeared with a bang. It must be busy with important things."

Gojo Satoru skillfully added some seafood to the young man, and the red shrimp and crab were lightly stacked on the bowl.

"Although it's an important thing...how can I put it..."

The boy with nine tails recalled the prophecy of the Great Immortal, the octopus, the space, and so on are all secondary, but what he cares most about is... Uchiha Sasuke, the descendant of Uchiha.

"Are you worried about your friend?"

"Hey, how did little brother Yile know?"

Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses, acting like a qualified people's teacher: "At your age, it's time to worry about friendship and love."

That's right...

"Hey, little brother Yile,"

Perhaps because the other party's identity has nothing to do with ninjas, Naruto hesitated for a long time but instead raised the desire to chat, "If my friend chooses another path, besides fighting...is there any other way?"

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment.

After wiping off the drops of water on his hands as if nothing had happened, his low but firm answer came: "If we completely part ways in terms of philosophy, I will stick to my bottom line."

The eyes behind the sunglasses closed for a moment, and then opened forcefully.

"That's right, even if it's a battle."

Naruto didn't speak, he had made a similar realization after chasing Sasuke for so many years.

Especially when seeing that the other party can even kill Sakura and Kakashi-sensei... The paths of Uzumaki Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke are completely split.

"Okay, okay, but—"

The white-haired young man, who was still a little heavy just now, raised his eyebrows and laughed: "The premise is that your friends can't recognize your path at all."

"Otherwise, just try to convince the stubborn guy, isn't it all right?"

"...That's right!!"

Naruto, who was already specialized in this skill, slapped the table and resumed his fighting spirit: "That's right! I'll let that guy see my Shinobi!!"

After eating the ramen in threes and fives, he slapped his chopsticks on it, and opened the curtain full of energy to say goodbye.

"Thank you, brother Yile! If I want to get rid of that guy, I have to work hard to become stronger!!"

"Go on."

The room fell into silence again, and Gojo Satoru looked at his hands, rubbing the place where the spells often lit up on his fingertips, and he didn't know what...or who was thinking in his deep eyes.

Naruto Uzumaki was luckier.

His best friend is oscillating between paranoia and relief, and their story could be written longer and longer.

The announcement of preparations for the battle seemed to be the clarion call for a complete tightening of the atmosphere. The number one ninjas in the village were all busy without touching the ground, and many middle ninjas and lower ninjas were also working hard to improve their survival rate.

In Ichiraku Ramen, Iris changed the opening sign at the gate to 'resting', stepping on the wooden floor as imposingly as Tsunade Hime, who is famous for his strange power.

"dad!!"

The slap was so powerful that even Wujo Wu, who was sitting next to him drinking tea, choked, not to mention the slap on the uncle who was still holding his neck and refused to let go.

Calamus pursed his lips, and his attitude was still tough: "Isn't there a so-called gourmet ninja in the Land of Fire! Last time you flashed to the waist and just raised it for a few days, how could I feel relieved to let you join the logistics team!!"

The hand-slapping uncle replied: "I just need to help prepare the food at the base camp of the Land of Thunder, where Raikage and Tsunade-sama are personally in charge."

The uncle who is over half a century old gradually became small in the eyes of his daughter's disapproval, but he quickly thought of something, and suddenly raised some momentum.

"This is what Konoha Hospital said!"

"Hospital?"

"That's right, everyone in the base camp is exhausting their mental and physical strength—the hot food is much better than Bingliang Wan!"

Calamus still didn't agree: "The target of this notice is the disabled ninja who wants to do his best! Dad is a commoner like me, if something happens..."

The woman's voice was a little choked up, and when the beating uncle saw his daughter's tears, his momentum suddenly weakened.

He explained in a low voice: "Because Yile Ramen is a food that everyone in Konoha loves... During the third Ninja World War 20 years ago, many old customers never came back... ...There are a lot of ramen that are getting colder in front of the memorial monument..."

"So this time... I just thought it would be great if I didn't have any regrets."

Iris hugged her father with red eyes. She was still a babbling baby during the third Ninja World War.Many of the wounds brought to us by the war cannot be healed until now.

"Has Dad convinced Tsunade-sama?" Iris's voice sounded a little trembling.

"After a lot of effort, Tsunade-sama finally agreed."

The young woman was silent for a while, then said sullenly: "Then why don't you just stay in the village, and I'll go—"

"I'll go."

The focus instantly focused on the white-haired young man who was speaking. He was about to go, and it didn't matter whether it was from heaven or a childhood sweetheart—this metaphor is unexpectedly appropriate.

So he repeated it with burning eyes: "I'm more suitable, don't forget, I don't have—"

"......no!"

The word 'invincible' was stuck in her mouth, and Calamus was too lazy to listen to her relatives' announcement of the Second Secondary School. She still disagreed with the plan: "Wu-kun has only been in Konoha for a few months, so this is too much."

"The hand-slapping uncle has already made an agreement with Hokage. It would be bad if the ninja allied forces who heard the news are disappointed."

"..."

Calamus was in great distress, and it was all because of his father's fault that he cut it first and then played it later, making it a dilemma now!

The white-haired young man turned his gaze to the same silent hand-slapping uncle, and the gray-haired middle-aged man was gradually getting old. His face full of dimples was buried in his hands, and he made a decision after a long time.

"Then help me take a good look at the cruelty of this world, Wu."

Calamus said anxiously: "Father, this—"

The hand-slapping uncle stared deeply into the blue eyes behind the sunglasses: "You--you are actually very strong, right!"

"Yes."

"Don't underestimate Yile Ramen! As a food favored by the gods, uncle, I can see the clue at a glance hahahaha!!"

Ichiraku Ramen is the incarnation of the izakaya that Kishimoto liked to go to when he was a student... Ah, it turns out that there is an existence that is bigger than Otsutsuki Ichiraku...

The contractor realized Konoha's big unsolved mystery after a while, and he tried very hard to get rid of it. Ask the hand-slapping uncle: "How did the gods pull the red line of Destiny Child so that the masters of Party A shook their heads and sighed?" Problem thinking.

Immediately nodded and said: "I will."

"Oh, but don't be too arrogant, young man!"

The hand-slapping uncle seemed to have returned to his youth. He tied a "struggle" cloth strip on his forehead, and knocked on the cutting board with aggressive steps: "The pre-war ramen training starts tomorrow!"

Just like every ninja who trains hard to go to the battlefield, the conjurer who worked hard to go to the battlefield suddenly became serious, but the direction of his efforts was a bit strange.

"learn!"