Chapter 2 - ramen of the Gods

There are many things that He doesn't like. Whether in this life or the old one where he was a loser who couldn't have a normal job and embarked on the path of writing and turned out great.

Maybe you ask in your chicken heart the question why I don't like this place.

 

Simple, the girl of destiny, protagonist, or whatever you want to call it is following the butt like a duckling follows the mother duck; I'm sure I got the body of a child and not a duck.

 

Naruko Uzumaki was startled when she saw the sudden stop of the boy she was following, and she accelerated; this for her is the clear sign that he wants her to catch up with him.

 

Hiro was startled like a cat stepping on his tail and saw with clear horror written on his face the race that the girl started, and the goal is, if it was him.

He didn't show much surprise, and when he saw the girl very close, he spoke to her. Something that made the yellow ball of energy will break his career.

 

Hiro: You know, Naruko is perverted to follow others. "Who knows if they judge you as an accuser?" he said with a flat face and boredom in his voice.

 

Naruko was alarmed and out loud, with a smile adorning her face and showing her teeth. She said, It's okay, don't worry; no one will call you a pervert for doing those things," and lightly patted her non-existent chest.

 

Hiro's face is bad as eating shit; he had no idea how that connected with what he had said. I don't pay attention to it, and of course, maybe some guy in his place would be asking this girl for some information, but he's not stupid. He remembers the Anbus; just imagining the pain in his butt from being approached like a spy from some village makes him shudder.

 

I chose the most casual way and started, You know Naruko, I'm curious that you followed me, and also, you're crying," he said in a bored voice, slurring his words.

 

The girl soon blushed at the last part and answered, "I followed you because we are friends and I wasn't crying," she said seriously, but Hiro observed that the constant deviation of her eyes betrayed the discomfort of the part where she said we are friends. No bro, this cliche shit, I'll take my chances.

 

Hiro nodded and continued saying, Yes, we are. Call me Hiro or just Hi.I want to go eat some ramen and I'll invite you; take me," he ordered the last part without leaving any denials.

Out of the corner of his eye, Hiro saw the smiling and excited face with blue eyes shining—damn it. They literally shine, and God forbid flower scenes start coming out or something like that; you don't know how to see Rock Lee.

 

Naruko felt in heaven; in her short life she had never lived with someone her age; of course she had done it with two children. If you remember correctly, one of the children is a fat one, and the other is skinny and has a constipated face, plus that pineapple hair. 

She didn't count them as friends; she still remembers when the pineapple boy approached her and said, You know Naruko, I approached you to make friends for the simple fact that my father wanted me to; he ordered me seriously and directly. . I knew that something makes you special, but I still haven't figured out what that is. If you want to talk to you or Chouji again, you're welcome. Just don't expect me to act with a lot of energy like the first time. You're smart, and that's why I'm revealing this to you. He finished his thought and looked at Hiro.

 

Hiro felt a somewhat cold and tense sensation; he turned his gaze to observe the girl's face. He saw a face with questions and hope.

Hiro spoke. I don't know what you're thinking, Naru, but I don't want to eat with a face like that. Don't be thinking too much; I'm like you," he said lightly, and it was the right thing to do. The tense Naruko was visibly relaxed.

Yes, he, or rather, Hiro, is like her—not a container of some thousand-year-old chakra beast, but rather an orphan with no home, no happiness, and condemned to racism by society.

 

So why not help a girl who suffers alone and whose mission is to change the world? Believe me if it were another girl, boy, dog, etc. He would help her very easily, but she is the girl of the prophecy; the world is named after her.

 

He is not a fagot rajon; although he was in several fights and lost with one punch, or when he was better with several punches, he did not give up and quit; he just got up without giving up, and fortunately those guys just got tired and let their guard down, so bottle daddy He did the job; otherwise, he would go back to those bars.

 

Hiro spoke. You're living in the orphanage outside, right? I heard recently that you were expelled for burning it or something like that. He turned and looked at her briefly and resumed his march to the ramen shop. Now he remembered that the first day of the academy was over, and Hiro He felt bad, so he rested under the tree, and here I am.

 

Naruko saw the fleeting look, and she knows she needs to explain—NO, NO, NO. I didn't do anything; it was the lady of the orphanage who did it, and I don't know how several children died. Now no one wants to be with me or sell me things, and the worst thing is I have nowhere to be," he said with his teeth clenched and tense.

 

Hiro isn't stupid; he knew that Root made the move, and those supposedly dead kids are Danzo's new recruits.

He nodded slightly and said, "I believe you; you don't seem like the kind of intelligent person who would do something like that for revenge or something." He stroked her messy, dirty hair.

Naruko felt relieved, and when she saw that her head was being caressed, she smiled and lightly moved closer to the touch. For Hiro, it's like caressing some cute kitten that needs attention, and he's a twenty-year-old teenager, if a fucking adult can't do the job. Turning a blind eye, he only imagines this girl as a being who was born in a bad and dark place. Maybe I'll make her his little sister or student, who knows.

 

Naruko He shouted and pointed—it's here, Hiro; in this place there is the ramen of the gods; it's the best, and the people are friendly—come—he said and dragged Hiro, still dazed, who was reading the sign for Ichiraku ramen.

 

They both sat on wooden benches on either side in a corner. Naruko moved a little closer and smiled.

Voices are heard, and an older man comes out to receive orders.