Senju Tobirama Residence.
Renye returned home and began preparing the necessities for the battlefield.
kunai, Shuriken, soldier pills.
Looking at the soldier pills filling a ninja tool bag, Renye gave a wry smile: “From now on, I’ll be eating this stuff again.”
The taste of soldier pills was simply indescribable, but there was no choice on the battlefield.
He couldn't possibly start a fire and cook in harsh conditions, could he?
He might as well rest for a while with that time.
On the battlefield, enemies could launch surprise attacks at any time, so getting enough sleep was almost impossible.
People needed to take turns on night watch every day to prevent enemy raids.
There was simply no time to cook…
Logically, there should be cooks on the front line responsible for preparing meals, so they wouldn't always eat soldier pills.
soldier pills were mainly used to restore stamina during missions.
It was just that they didn't have cooks at the border before, and starting a fire to cook easily exposed their position, which was why they had to endure eating soldier pills for a month.
However, he wouldn't know the specifics until he reached the front line, as Renye had never been there before.
If there were no cooks, then he would just have to eat soldier pills.
He didn't have time to cook, and even if he did, how would he solve the problem of ingredients?
So he didn't even consider cooking.
Renye put on his Ninja forehead protector, donned his black combat uniform, hung his green vest, and fastened innocence at his waist.
After doing all this, he looked at the clock on the wall; there were still more than forty minutes until the gather time.
“It’s still early, I’ll eat first.”
Renye put innocence back on the table and went to the kitchen to continue processing the ingredients he hadn't finished earlier.
He was going to the battlefield, so he had to have a good meal!
Otherwise, he wouldn't have the chance later.
Don't misunderstand, he wasn't cursing himself…
He just felt that conditions would be harsh on the front line, and he wouldn't be able to enjoy delicious food like this anymore.
While he still had the chance, he had to treat himself well.
Renye went to the stove and first sliced the pork thinly, then marinated it briefly with soy sauce, cooking wine, and a pinch of salt.
Next, he smashed and cut the green garlic into segments, separating the white and green parts.
He poured rapeseed oil into the iron wok, and when the oil reached 70% heat, the white garlic was the first to go in and be stir-fried until fragrant, with golden oil sizzling.
The marinated meat slices were coated with a thin layer of starch, and after shaking off the excess powder, they were slipped into the wok, quickly separated with chopsticks. The meat slices rapidly changed color and curled in the hot oil, emitting an enticing aroma.
Then he added the chopped green garlic, a pinch of salt, and half a spoon of Pixian bean paste.
This bean paste was something he had specially made earlier.
Immediately after, he stir-fried a few times over high heat, and the aroma of the bean paste and garlic instantly blended. The meat slices were coated in a glossy red sauce, shimmering with oil in the wok.
Finally, a few drops of sesame oil were added before turning off the heat, and a visually appealing, aromatic, and flavorful stir-fried pork dish was complete.
Due to limited time, Renye only made one dish.
He brought a plate of sliced meat to the table, served a bowl of rice, and glanced at the clock on the wall.
There were fifteen minutes left until the gather time, leaving five minutes for travel, so he only had ten minutes to eat.
Renye didn't hesitate and began to eat heartily.
The freshly cooked meat slices were very hot; when the first bite entered his mouth, the scalding sauce numbed his tongue.
He didn't bother to blow on it, swallowing it whole with the rice, and then picked up another chopstickful.
His chopsticks moved quickly, sending rice wrapped with meat slices down his throat.
In less than ten minutes, Renye was full.
Looking at the half-eaten plate of meat on the table, he sighed with emotion: “It’s unlikely I’ll get to eat such a meal again anytime soon.”
On the front line, unless he was truly craving something, he would never spend time cooking.
Just making one dish earlier took nearly half an hour, which was truly a waste of time.
On the battlefield, there wasn't that much time to waste.
Renye had never been on a battlefield, so he guessed everything based on the worst-case scenario, which was always safe.
If it wasn't as brutal as he imagined, then cooking when there was time would be fine.
But if it was truly as he thought, then he would eat soldier pills.
Although Renye was very particular about food, in the face of war, he could only choose to compromise; survival was the most important thing.
Delicious food came second…
Renye stood up, looking at the half-eaten plate of meat on the table, preparing to send it to that Old Man, Senju Tobirama.
There wasn't enough time now, so delivering it himself was impossible.
Sending a Shadow Clone to deliver the meal would suffice.
Actually, he was reluctant to use a Shadow Clone, but since he had no time, he could only resort to this.
He had rarely used the Shadow Clone Jutsu these past years.
Because his clones had some issues…
Renye formed hand seals and created a Shadow Clone.
“You take the food to Uncle Tobirama.”
Upon hearing this, the Shadow Clone said with a playful look: “Oh, oh, oh, ‘Uncle Tobirama’~ The main body seems quite fond of that Old Man.”
“It seems you two have really developed feelings for each other. When are you going to call him father? Do you want me to call him that for you?”
Hearing the Shadow Clone’s sarcastic remarks, Renye’s face darkened; he knew this would happen.
“Haha, you’re flustered, you’re flustered…”
Before he could speak, Renye dispelled the Shadow Clone.
“I give up, another weird one.”
He created another Shadow Clone, thankfully this one didn't cause any trouble.
Without Renye's instruction, it began to pack the food into a bento box.
Seeing this, Renye nodded in satisfaction.
Realizing time was running out, he picked up innocence from the table and turned to leave.
Renye was the captain of the squad, and committing a low-level mistake like being late was absolutely unacceptable.
The Shadow Clone watched Renye's retreating back, its movements paused, a puzzled expression on its face: “The main body seems to care a lot about Senju Tobirama.”
Logically, as clones, their thoughts should be consistent with the main body.
But for some reason, Renye’s clones seemed to have some issues, especially when it came to Senju Tobirama, they would become very rebellious.
This was also why he had been unwilling to use Shadow Clones all these years.
………
Hokage Office.
The Shadow Clone kicked open the office door.
Senju Tobirama, who was processing documents, frowned at the commotion, but when he saw that it was Renye, his brow suddenly relaxed.
“Renye, why are you here?”
However, he quickly realized that it was just a Shadow Clone.
Looking at the bento box in the clone's hand, Senju Tobirama's lips curved slightly.
Did he specifically make him a meal before going to the battlefield?
The Shadow Clone’s next words instantly made the smile on his face freeze.
“Old Man, I’ve brought you your meal. Eat slowly, don’t choke to death.”
The clone placed the bento box heavily on the table, and before Senju Tobirama could react, it dissipated with a bang.
Leaving only Senju Tobirama staring at the bento box on the table, his eyelids twitching wildly.
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Konoha Village Gate.
As the clone voluntarily dispelled, Renye received this memory and helplessly rubbed his forehead.
“This guy is not easy to deal with either.”
It seems it's better to use Shadow Clones less in the future…
As for the Shadow Clone matter, he would explain it to Senju Tobirama later.
At this time, Danzo Shimura and Utatane Koharu were already waiting at the gate.
The three left Konoha Village under the cover of night.
PS: Thanks to 【Senju Tobirama Edo Tensei】 for the Great God certification!
Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, do you think I can really do six updates? I don't have any drafts saved.
I currently owe twelve chapters, boo hoo hoo…