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The forests of Konoha.

A perfect place to train Wood Release without any interruptions.

Orochimaru, Ren Asakura, and Yamato arrived at the training ground.

"This spot should be good enough," Orochimaru said.

He took out a notebook, ready to record data.

Yamato unrolled a Wood Release scroll.

His knowledge of Wood Release mainly came from the scrolls written by Hashirama Senju himself.

Meanwhile, Ren Asakura pulled out a copy of Icha Icha Paradise.

Orochimaru glanced at the book in Ren's hands.

"Isn't that one of Jiraiya's novels?"

Ren nodded. "Gotta admit, for an old virgin, that guy's got some talent for writing smut."

Orochimaru thought back to his useless teammate.

"That guy..."

Ren smirked. "I ran into him once when he was peeping at the women's bath. I kicked him straight inside."

Orochimaru sighed, feeling a headache coming on.

Jiraiya had always been a slacker, ever since they were kids.

Ren chuckled. "You talk like the three of you were any better. Tsunade's a gambling addict who never wins, Jiraiya's a pervy old man always spying on women, and you—our mad scientist—are literally planning to modify yourself."

Orochimaru didn't deny it.

He did want to enhance himself, but he was waiting for bioengineering to advance further before operating on himself.

Even his Living Corpse Reincarnation jutsu wasn't perfected yet.

"Ah," Orochimaru sighed. "It seems you misunderstand me, Mr. Asakura. I am merely seeking to uncover the unknown. You have shown me how small I am in comparison to the vast universe. What we call the Shinobi World is nothing but a speck of dust beneath the endless stars. My journey is far from over. To me, battles are nothing more than meaningless conflicts."

Ren stared at him.

Was it just him, or was Orochimaru starting to sound like a great scientist?

After reading through the scroll, Yamato started his training.

He began by practicing hand seals.

He wasn't anywhere near Hashirama's level yet—where all it took was a single clap to summon anything.

Who even needed to weave hand seals anymore?

After finishing his seals, Yamato clapped his hands together.

"Wood Release: Violent Bullet Tree!"

A few twisted wooden vines broke through the ground…

Then flopped over like cooked noodles.

This technique was supposed to restrain enemies and grow into a massive tree.

But Yamato ended up summoning…

A tiny sapling.

"Wood Release: Wooden Pillar Wall!"

Deciding to start with the basics, Yamato attempted a defensive technique.

A row of wooden pillars was supposed to emerge from the ground, curving into an arch to protect him.

A few logs sprouted from the dirt…

And actually formed a semi-circle wall!

"Wood Release: Wood Clone!"

Orochimaru occasionally glanced over, correcting Yamato's mistakes.

As a scientist obsessed with research, Orochimaru had already fully analyzed the powers granted by Hashirama's cells.

Which meant he was more than qualified to guide Yamato.

By the end of the session, Yamato was drenched in sweat, his chakra almost completely drained.

Without a word, Orochimaru handed him a military ration pill.

"Keep going," he ordered.

Ren watched for a while but quickly got bored.

"I'm gonna go grab some food."

Even though he technically didn't need to eat anymore, he still had taste buds.

Good food is a source of spiritual comfort.

And when it comes to Konoha's most famous dish, nothing beats Ichiraku Ramen—Naruto's all-time favorite.

Coming to Konoha without having a bowl of Ichiraku Ramen would be unacceptable.

Like visiting a trendy tourist spot without taking a picture.

Or going to a scenic landmark without admiring the view.

Ren Asakura extended his powerful divine sense, scanning the entire village like a radar.

"Found it!"

After a quick word with Orochimaru, he vanished.

An instant later, Ren reappeared on the bustling streets of Konoha.

With the Third Shinobi War over, a decade of peace lay ahead—before the Fourth War began.

For now, Konoha was still in its post-war recovery phase.

Among the many shops lining the street, a small ramen stand was operating as usual.

It didn't stand out much…

But Ren knew better.

This wasn't just any ramen shop—this was the ramen shop that would span the entire Naruto series.

More than just Naruto's favorite meal, this tiny stand had survived multiple wars and invasions:

The Konoha Crush.

The Pain Invasion.

Attacks by rogue ninja and shinobi battles.

No matter how many times Konoha was destroyed…

Ichiraku Ramen remained untouched.

By the time of Boruto's era, it had even expanded into a franchise.

Because of its uncanny survival, fans started joking that Ichiraku's owner was actually the true final boss—even giving him the nickname Ōtsutsuki Ichiraku.

Of course, in the official lore, the owner's real name was Teuchi.

A chef dedicated to his craft, who once said:

"A smile is the best seasoning for Ichiraku Ramen."

In the future, Teuchi would even defeat a Cooking Ninja in a competition—with help from Sakura and Naruto.

He was also one of the few people in Konoha who never discriminated against Naruto.

—

Ren stepped inside the tiny shop.

Teuchi greeted him with a warm smile.

"Welcome! What'll it be?"

Ren grinned.

"Give me your best, most popular ramen!"

Teuchi's smile widened.

"Looks like it's your first time here. Don't worry—you won't be disappointed!"

Turning to the back, he called out:

"Ayame! We've got a customer!"

From the kitchen, a cute little girl walked out.

She wore an apron and a headscarf, her expression gentle and kind.

"Got it, Dad!"

Ayame was Ichiraku Ramen's mascot—its charming and friendly face.

—

Ten minutes later.

A steaming bowl of ramen was placed before Ren.

The aroma alone was mouthwatering.

"Time to dig in!"

Ren picked up his chopsticks and took a bite.

The noodles were perfectly chewy.

The broth was rich and flavorful.

"Not bad… not bad at all!"

But what made it truly special…

Was the heart put into it.

"Only food made with care and passion can taste this good. I can feel your dedication, boss."

Teuchi had been a stubborn perfectionist his entire life—dedicated to ramen for decades.

Every bowl was crafted with the best ingredients, expert skill, and genuine love.

Even when Ayame wasn't around, customers still flocked to his shop.

Because what truly made Ichiraku famous…

Was the art of his ramen.

—

Ren finished his bowl and immediately wanted more.

"Another one, boss!"

That was the ultimate compliment to a chef.

Teuchi chuckled. "Coming right up!"

There was something about Ichiraku Ramen…

No matter how much you ate, you never got tired of it.

Every bite carried the chef's love for his craft.

No wonder it became so famous that in the future…

They even held an eating contest.

The biggest shock?

The winner of the contest wasn't Naruto…

It was Hinata.

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