Naruto: Starting with Creating a Genius Persona

Meanwhile, Class 7 received a mission.

Minato Namikaze stood in front of the three and said, "Meet at the village gate at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. This mission is expected to be quite long, and we won't be able to return to the village for at least ten days to two weeks. Get some rest today."

After saying that, he waved his hand to signal the end of the meeting, and then disappeared in a blur.

After Minato left, Kakashi turned around without saying a word and walked towards the east of the village with crisp, clean steps.

Obito Uchiha froze for two seconds, then that ominous premonition resurfaced. He couldn't help but shout at the top of his lungs, "Hey! Kakashi! Where are you going?"

Kakashi didn't turn his head or stop walking, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"This guy!" Obito Uchiha stared wide-eyed, his face puffing up.

Nohara Rin gently tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "He must have gone to find Shinichi."

"Going to see Shinichi again?!"

Obito Uchiha's voice instantly rose, his face filled with disbelief: "Why has he been going to see Shinichi all this time? We're supposed to be in the same class, right?"

He got more and more excited as he spoke, counting on his fingers: "I went on missions with him every day, ate together, and... basically, we were together all the time! But what he did was, every time a mission ended, he would run off to Shinichi's side without even saying a word to me!"

Nohara Rin suppressed a laugh and said gently, "Perhaps it's because Shinichi can help him with his training."

"Training?" Obito Uchiha pursed his lips, his voice suddenly lowering as he muttered, "You can train with me too! I've improved quite a bit lately, you know? Although... maybe not as much as Shinichi."

He paused, then muttered to himself, "No, it should be that he's no match for Shinichi at all."

After saying that, he deflated, and his shoulders slumped.

Seeing his jealous expression, Nohara Rin finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Obito Uchiha gave her a resentful look: "Rin, what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Nohara Rin covered her mouth, her eyes curving into crescents. "It's just that I feel like Obito, you care a lot about Kakashi."

"I-I don't care about that bastard!" Obito Uchiha blushed, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his voice rising an octave: "I just...I just think it's bad that he's so antisocial! It's outrageous! Yes, that's it!"

"Okay, okay, no, no."

Nohara Rin laughed even harder, but didn't expose him again.

Obito muttered a few words, then waved his hand as if giving up:

"Forget it, forget about him! Let him find whoever he wants! Lin, let's go shopping. I heard there's a new three-color meatball shop that just opened, and it's really delicious!"

"OK."

"Let me tell you, Rin, I really don't care what that bastard Kakashi is doing! Wasn't he going to find Shinichi? Let him go!"

Obito and Rin walked towards the shopping street together, Obito muttering to himself, "Hmph, one day I'll become really, really strong, strong enough that he'll come to me for training!"

Rin Nohara glanced back at the direction Kakashi had disappeared in, then looked at Obito beside her, who was clearly concerned but still stubbornly refusing to admit it, and couldn't help but laugh again.

The warm afternoon sun of autumn shone down, casting long shadows of two figures, one in front of the other, blending into the warm orange light at the end of the street. Only Obito's voice still drifted over.

"Rin, do you think if I learn some powerful technique, Kakashi might... No, don't get me wrong, I don't want him to come looking for me! I... I just want to improve the atmosphere in the class!"

"Yes, Obito is the best."

"Hey! Lin, you're laughing at me again!"

No, no.

The sounds of the two bickering echoed through the streets, gradually dissipating in the autumn wind.

In the fourth training field, the afternoon sun slanted down, spreading a layer of warmth across the grass.

The students of Class 10 sat in a circle with a small pot in the middle. Red oil was boiling and steaming, and the spicy aroma wafted in the autumn breeze.

Shizune held her bowl, her forehead beaded with sweat as she ate, yet she couldn't bear to put down her chopsticks: "Being able to eat Shinichi's cooking is such a blessing!"

Kurenai picked up a piece of tofu that had soaked up the broth, carefully blew on it, put it in her mouth, squinted her eyes slightly, savored it for a moment, and then said softly, "Although it doesn't glow like in the manga, the taste is really addictive."

Tsunade sat to the side, holding a bowl in her hand, staring at the ingredients bubbling in the pot, her brows slightly furrowed.

"That shouldn't be the case."

She looked up at Shinichi, who was slowly eating across from her: "Every time I see you using ordinary ingredients—potatoes, tofu, vegetables, and just ordinary meat—but when you eat it..."

She paused, then stirred the contents of her bowl with her chopsticks: "It's like a medicinal meal, but without the taste of herbs. Your body naturally feels comfortable, and your chakra flows more smoothly than usual. How did you manage that?"

It's always like this!

Those seemingly ordinary ingredients, after passing through this kid's hands, seemed to be rearranged and combined, not only becoming very delicious, but also nourishing the body with every bite.

With her medical expertise, she knew all too well what this meant.

Eating his cooking regularly has immeasurable health benefits. It's like having a top-notch nutritionist and doctor by your side all the time. He doesn't use expensive or rare herbs; he uses only the most common ingredients to create the most nutritious, easily absorbed, and nourishing meals for the body.

Shinichi ate quietly, his face expressionless, but he knew perfectly well what was going on in his mind.

The term "foodie" not only enhances his ability to absorb and convert nutrients from food, but also goes beyond simply being able to "make food taste good."

It allows it to almost instinctively perceive the biochemical reactions that occur when different ingredients are combined at molecular levels, to predict the evolution of flavor layers, and to accurately grasp the profound effects these foods will have on the meridians, organs, mind, and even chakra after entering the human body.

So, he did use ordinary ingredients, but after they passed through his hands, the combination of these ordinary ingredients produced a subtle chemical reaction. Although it didn't have the exaggerated glowing effect like in the comics, it had a more real and intrinsic change, as if it had been given some kind of magic.

A kind of magic that can make the body better without you even realizing it.

"I know! I know!"

While Shinichi was still trying to figure out how to get out of this, Shizune, whose mouth was still stuffed with food, blurted out, "Shinichi said that cooking is an extension of the heart!"

Shizune put down her chopsticks and gestured to explain, "Um... I'm talking about Shinichi from the manga, but it's pretty much the same. Anyway, Shinichi is the manga author, and when he cooks, he thinks about making everyone happy and healthy. He puts all that thought into his cooking, so the dishes he makes are really special!"

After she finished speaking, she nodded her little head vigorously, looking very confident.

"Really?"

Tsunade looked at Shinichi suspiciously, but she was too lazy to ask any more questions. She lowered her head and took another bite. The scalding soup slid down her throat, and the warmth spread from her stomach again, making her feel so comfortable that she didn't want to care about anything else.

Who cares if it's real or fake, as long as it tastes good.

Just then, a silver-white figure walked from the direction of the training ground entrance.