Chapter 178: Persevere!
After Namikaze Minato left, Kiba
tried to nap again while waiting for Hirohiko's visit. He closed his eyes and
counted millions of sheep, but sleep eluded him. When he finally opened his
eyes, it was evening.
A nurse had brought in his meal. She
had delicate features and was about fifteen or sixteen—a pretty girl named
Guizi, who had been taking care of him.
"Did I wake you?" Guizi
asked with a faint smile.
"No," Kiba shook his head
and looked at the bland, almost tasteless meal Guizi brought.
If there was anything worse than the
itching and the boredom, it was the patient meals.
What is
the biggest feature of patient meals? Blandness!
Kiba almost suspected the cook
didn't use any salt. In his previous life, he had never stayed in a hospital or
had hospital meals. But during this time, he learned a harsh truth:
The meals
at Konoha Hospital are unpalatable!
Even
swallowing is torture!
"It's time for dinner,"
Guizi said, smiling at Kiba's helpless and pitiful gaze.
In her eyes, Kiba seemed like a cute
little animal, helplessly staring at the meal.
So cute!
But Kiba didn't notice Guizi's
expression change. His heart was full of bitterness.
No, I
can't eat this anymore. My stomach can't take it!
If Kiba could move his hands, he
would have grabbed his hair in frustration.
I need to
say something! Express my dissatisfaction! Ask for better food! If this
continues, I'll be tortured to death!
Kiba inhaled slightly, ready to
voice his dissatisfaction, but a spoonful of vegetables was already at his
mouth.
"No!" Guizi's negation was
firm.
"Huh? I haven't said anything
yet!" Kiba looked at Guizi with a bitter expression.
Guizi handed the spoon and said,
"You must want to say you don't want to eat this tasteless food and want
meat, right?"
"Well..."
Kiba's mouth twitched.
"You should give up. You say
this before every meal. After so many meals, you should know this meal can't be
replaced. And you're recovering from serious injuries, so you can't eat greasy
food. There's meat in the meal too," Guizi said.
Kiba glanced at the tasteless meat
in the lunch box, wanting to cry without tears.
This stuff
has no taste at all! It tastes like rubber!
"Okay! Eat quickly!" Guizi
stretched out her hand and brought the spoon closer.
Kiba looked at the green vegetables,
sniffed, and turned his head away in disgust.
It's
getting worse!
Guizi looked at Kiba's movements,
her heart scattered, but she didn't show mercy. The spoon followed his head
wherever he turned, ensuring he couldn't escape her feeding.
"Eat or not!"
"I won't eat! I'm serious this
time! I strongly request better food!" For Kiba, this was about dignity,
not just being in the Naruto world or being a ninja.
This is
the dignity of a foodie!
"You won't eat?" Guizi
slightly put down the spoon and looked at Kiba.
Kiba snorted coldly, turned his head
away, and said, "I won't eat!"
His voice was firm, decisive, and
left no room for negotiation.
Guizi looked at him, smiled, showing
a long-awaited smile. "Then, let's solve it the usual way!"
As she said that, Kiba felt a hand
grabbing his cheeks, pinching his mouth into an "O" shape, and then
feeding the meal into his mouth.
Torment
strikes again!
Kiba wanted to struggle but couldn't
move. Guizi did as she pleased.
At this time, the smile on Guizi's
mouth widened.
Always
feel... so happy!
Ten minutes later, Guizi left Kiba's
ward contentedly with an empty plate. As she went out, she met Hirohiko
carrying two fruit baskets.
"Little Hirohiko, come to see
Kiba?" Guizi greeted.
Hirohiko blinked with a poker face.
What's
going on? Sister Guizi seems very happy!
Puzzled, Hirohiko walked into Kiba's
ward. At this time, Kiba was sitting with an expression uglier than crying, as
if he had eaten the most unpalatable food in history.
"What's the matter?"
Hirohiko asked, placing the fruit basket beside the bed. Noticing another fruit
basket sent by Namikaze Minato, he was slightly taken aback. "Did someone
else visit you?"
Kiba looked at the fruit basket
Hirohiko brought, frowned, and said, "Hirohiko, I have a plan and need
your help."
"Plan?" Hirohiko was taken
aback.
"Yes." Kiba's face was
serious. Hirohiko recognized that look—Kiba was serious, just like during the
Chunin exams.
"What plan?" Hirohiko
frowned.
Could
something have happened again?
"I want to escape from the
hospital!" Kiba took a deep breath and said seriously.
Hirohiko looked at him, his poker
face unchanged, then turned around to tinker with the fruit basket he brought.
"Sister Guizi forced you to eat patient meals again?"
Kiba nodded.
Recently,
Kiba's personality changes a lot when it comes to food...
Hirohiko thought, then handed over a
package. "Here, the agreed barbecue."
Seeing the oil-paper bag, Kiba's
eyes lit up. He leaned over, his nose twitching and sniffing.
"This is Konoha Yakiniku's
special barbecue!"
Then, Hirohiko handed over another
bag.
Kiba sniffed it and said, "Is
this the special beef back meat that Konoha BBQ offers once a month?"
Hirohiko looked at Kiba, still with
a poker face, but a twinkle appeared in his eyes as he gave a slow thumbs-up.
Kiba nodded solemnly. If he could
move his hands, he would have patted Hirohiko on the shoulder.
"Persevere!" Hirohiko
nodded in return. "Rely on the barbecue!"