Naruto: My Own Wind

"Ichimu, slow down, no one is trying to snatch it from you." Fengjian was speechless. He didn't expect that Ichimu, who was usually very quiet, would be so quick-eyed and quick-handed when seeing barbecue.

Upon hearing this, Yimu smiled slightly awkwardly and put his chopsticks on the plate.

Picking up the plate beside him and putting the meat on the grill, Fengjian shouted to the bar, "Bring three more plates of meat."

"Ichiki, you look so thin, but I didn't expect you can eat so much meat." Sagiri looked at Ichiki with curiosity.

"What's so strange about this? Yimu is a swordsman." Seeing Yimu's embarrassment, Fengjian spoke for him.

"Do swordsmen have big appetites?"

Fengjian looked at Sagiri as if she were an idiot, and said with a pout, "Generally speaking, if you exercise a lot, you will definitely eat a lot.

My eldest lady, haven’t you noticed that you can eat a lot too?”

"I... did I?" Sagiri said with her cheeks slightly red and her head lowered.

"What do you think? There's ramen, dango, and barbecue, and it's not just Ikki who's eating it." Kazama turned over a piece of meat.

"I...you...you didn't eat." Sagiri raised her head and said stubbornly with a red face.

"I didn't say I have a small appetite." Fengjian turned all the meat over and winked at Yimu, "I say, Yimu, who pays when you and Xingzi go out to eat?"

"Of course it's me. It doesn't make sense to let a girl spend money." Yimu held his head high and said proudly.

"Ichiki, you are this." Sagiri gave Ichiki a thumbs up, then glanced at Kazama, "Unlike some people, they let girls pay when they go out to eat."

"Miss, there are some things that cannot be confused." Fengjian put down his chopsticks, leaned his elbows on the table, and crossed his fingers in front of his chest, "Ikki and Kyoko are lovers.

It is natural for two people to spend money, and it is consensual.

As for us, we can only be considered acquaintances, not even friends.

Iki treats you to ramen, you treat me to dumplings, and I treat you to barbecue. This is called reciprocity.

And, Miss, you have something to ask of me. Do you only need to open your upper lip and touch your lower lip to ask for help? If you don't do something practical, is that asking for help? "

Sagiri felt a little embarrassed by what Kazama said. Not only did her face turn pale, but she was also shaking all over.

Seeing this, Yimu tried to smooth things over, "Oh, the meat is already cooked.

Come, Miss, Senior Fengjian, you guys try it first."

After Yimu finished speaking, he picked up a piece of barbecue for each of them.

Sagiri glared at Kazama fiercely, then put the barbecue into her mouth and chewed it vigorously, as if the barbecue was Kazama, biting it very hard.

Fengjian ignored it and lowered his head to eat meat.

For a while, the three of them became much quieter, with only the sounds of chewing meat and sizzling grilled meat remaining.

Of course, the other diners were chatting and laughing all the time.

When I came out of the barbecue restaurant, the moon was already bright in the sky, but the streets were still crowded with people.

Sagiri patted her bulging belly and asked awkwardly, "Kazama, where are you going?"

Fengjian pointed at Sagiri's belly and said with a smile: "Miss, you are in this state, and you still want to eat?"

"I...who's thinking about eating? I'm just asking you, where else are you going?" Sagiri put one hand on her waist and supported her stomach with the other.

"Uh..." Yimu burped at this moment.

"Where are you going? Can't you see it's getting dark? If you don't go back now, the boss will be furious." Fengjian took a step back, a little distance away from Yimu, "Let's go back to the hotel now."

"Let's go back." Sagiri felt a little unsatisfied.

"Nonsense, let's go." Fengjian waved his hand and left the door of BBQ Q first.

Ikki was very obedient and followed behind Kazama, and when Sagiri saw this, she opened her mouth, said a few words silently, and then quickly caught up with the two of them.

After turning a street, Fengjian looked at the boy coming towards him and his expression changed slightly.

Seeing that Kazama suddenly slowed down, Sagiri also leaned forward to take a look.

I saw a boy walking towards me. He looked to be in his teens, wearing an orange jacket and a Konoha ninja forehead protector.

Like Kazama, he has blond hair and blue eyes, but this kid has short hair.

It was just a child. Sagiri just glanced at him and ignored him. Instead, she urged Kazama to hurry up and said she wanted to go back and rest.

Fengjian said nothing, just nodded, quickened his pace, and passed by the boy.

When he reached the street entrance, Fengjian turned his head slightly, glanced at the boy's back, then turned around and left quickly.

How could Kazama not know this boy? He was Uzumaki Naruto, one of the two protagonists in the Naruto world.

A boy who has been lonely since childhood, but whose heart is full of sunshine. Because a weak firewood light is as bright as a ray of light in Uzumaki Naruto's eyes.

It should have fallen into the abyss, but relying on that tiny flame, it came to the top of the mountain under the sunlight.

Uzumaki Naruto, a very interesting person.

Kazama pinched his chin, and he thought of another interesting question. He was also a disciple of Jiraiya, and Namikaze Minato was Jiraiya's apprentice. So was he the uncle of Uzumaki Naruto?

Thinking of this, Fengjian's mouth corners slightly raised.

Sagiri saw Kazama's smile and put her head in front of him, "Hey! What are you thinking about? You're smiling so obscenely."

"Dirty? Are you blind?" Fengjian looked at Sagiri with a stern face, "Go back quickly and let the boss take you to the hospital."

"You...you are blind." Sagiri wrinkled her nose and bit her lower lip.

Kazama ignored her and instead quickened his pace.

There was no talking along the way, so we naturally walked faster.

When I returned to the hotel and just reached the second floor, I met Chief Wasabi Jiro.

"Where have you three been? You're back so late."

When Wasabi Jiro-chan spoke, Sagiri and Kazuki lowered their heads and no one said a word. There was no choice but for Kazama to be the first to speak up and tell Wasabi Jiro-chan what had happened.

Wasabi Jiro nodded, told them to go to bed early, and then went downstairs.

Back in the room, Fengjian scratched his head and said, "Yimu, are you sleepy?"

Yimu shook his head.

"How about we go have a couple of drinks?"

Upon hearing this, Yimu sat up instantly and nodded with shining eyes.

Fengjian smiled slightly, this is a drunkard.

Arriving at the izakaya, Kazama pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as he entered the room, Kazama saw the back of a pineapple-haired man's head.

Just when Fengjian felt that he looked familiar, the pineapple-haired man turned around and saw Fengjian. He asked in surprise, "Uncle, why are you here?"

Kazama was a little confused that he met Nara Shikamaru in the izakaya.

However, Nara Shikamaru is not even sixteen years old at this moment, so he should not be able to drink.

"Hey! Uncle, why aren't you talking?" Nara Shikamaru put his hands in his pockets, a look of helplessness on his face.

"Shikamaru, why are you here? Are you old enough to drink?" asked Kazama.

"Tsk! Uncle, you're wrong. I'm not here to drink. I'm here to call my dad home." Nara Shikamaru pointed at three uncles who were drinking not far away.

Following the direction of Nara Shikamaru's finger, Kazama also saw the three uncles. Each of them looked drunk, but they were still clinking glasses and drinking.

It turned out to be the older generation of Ino-Shika-Cho. As for its name, Kazama couldn’t remember.

However, are the older generation of Pig, Deer and Butterfly all alcoholics?