The purpose of their trip was to see him, as they hadn't met in a long time.
They happened to know he was resting, so they came over.
In the past two years, Anko and Ibara had already together, though they hadn't married yet.
"You went on a honeymoon before getting married? Seriously, how could the Third Hokage allow you two important combat forces to go on a honeymoon...?"
Satoru was speechless.
A year ago, when they told him they were going on a honeymoon all over the Land of Fire, he was stunned.
Good heavens, he hadn't even been on any honeymoon.
At most, he just used Ninjutsu to take Ayame to play in the sky and sea.
Unlike them, they were allowed by the Third Hokage to go play. He didn't understand.
"Haha, didn't Lord Third Hokage say that the Village's combat power has gradually recovered, and what's needed more is a continuous stream of descendants?
He hopes that after we return, we can have a few big, chubby boys."
Ibara Keisen laughed heartily.
"Tsk, didn't you say you wanted to have four? Why is it still two?"
Anko asked, looking at Tenyu and Maki.
The two who were watching TV perked up their ears.
Are they going to have younger siblings?
"Not considering it for now. We'll talk about it in a few more years when these two are a bit older.
My work is quite demanding, and I don't have time to raise so many for now."
Satoru wanted to have more children, but time didn't allow it.
"But what about you two? Anko has gotten so fat under your care. How much has she eaten?
Will she even be able to fit into her wedding dress then?" Satoru teased.
He hadn't expected that these two would end up together, judging by the situation.
But thinking of Anko in a fat wedding dress, he almost wanted to laugh.
...
Just as Satoru was chatting about family matters, at the Ninja School.
Ugh!
The first student to fall victim to Iruka's technique appeared.
Naruto.
He was holding onto the wall, vomiting furiously, trying to get everything out of his stomach.
The surrounding classmates felt a chill in their hearts when they saw him.
Because Naruto had been mischievous just now, hanging a blackboard eraser on the door, and was discovered by Iruka Sensei, who said he would give them an exciting lesson.
They were then taken to the school playground.
They watched with their own eyes as Iruka Sensei blew the whistle around his neck, and then Naruto's face turned green and he started vomiting.
They were all scared.
"Iruka Sensei, what did you do to me?"
After Naruto finished vomiting, he felt the taste in his mouth and yelled at Iruka Sensei.
That taste just now was the most unbearable taste he had ever experienced.
"Is that the legendary ultimate torture of the Ninja School, Iruka Sensei's Fire of Eight Fragrances?"
A classmate who had heard a legend asked uncertainly.
"Fire of Eight Fragrances?"
The other classmates were all roughly the same grade and were very curious about this.
Sasuke's eyebrows furrowed. Naruto's situation was very similar to the Ninjutsu of the Bad Uncle that his older brother had told him about.
His brother said that if you were hit by this technique, you would taste the food you disliked the most.
But Sasuke felt it was just so-so. The worst thing he had ever eaten didn't make him vomit like Naruto.
And a little chubby boy, upon hearing the word 'fragrance,' immediately perked up.
He looked at Naruto.
"Eight Fragrances?" Choji's mouth watered.
Did the Sensei give Naruto something delicious?
That classmate continued: "Legend has it that this is Iruka Sensei's terrifying Ninjutsu used to deal with students. As long as you are disobedient and don't study well, Iruka Sensei will use this Ninjutsu to make your life worse than death."
"Wow, how terrifying."
"Worse than death."
"What does that feel like?"
They were very curious, what kind of feeling was it exactly?
Judging by Naruto's appearance, it seemed unpleasant.
Iruka smiled: "This is the Ninjutsu Fire of Eight Fragrances, a Ninjutsu created by a powerful Ninja, specifically to educate mischievous students like you."
He hadn't used this technique in a long time.
It was generally only used for first-year new students.
Because second-year students had already mastered Chakra and started learning Ninjutsu, the Throat Guarding Technique created by Hyuga Tokuma had already blossomed in second grade and above.
Clone Technique, Rope Escape Technique, and other basic Ninjutsu were not as important as learning the Throat Guarding Technique immediately, as one never knew when it might be needed.
All students who had experienced it learned the Throat Guarding Technique first.
As for first-year students, except for a few geniuses, they could only obediently listen.
Originally, after hearing Ebisu Sensei's words, he didn't want to use it.
But seeing the students who used the Throat Guarding Technique very well, he felt it would stimulate their potential.
After discussing it with other Senseis, he still decided to use it on first-year students, to let them experience it first, and then they would study hard.
Hyuga Tokuma did it this way, even creating his own Ninjutsu. They felt they shouldn't give up on something useful just because of a small setback, and it should still be used.
"Who, who created that hateful Ninjutsu?"
Naruto was furious.
Which bastard created such a hateful Ninjutsu?
The feeling of nausea in his mouth still lingered in his throat.
It made him feel uncomfortable.
It was even worse than vegetables.
"Uh... well..."
Iruka remembered Satoru, who occasionally said he wanted to test him, and decided it was best to keep quiet.
He had suffered a lot because of this before.
"Tell me, who is it? When I become Hokage, I'll make him taste this first." Naruto's eyes blazed.
Iruka frowned upon hearing this: "Are you telling me what to do? Do you want to try it again?"
I am the Sensei.
"Ah..."
Naruto cowered, stepping back two steps with an awkward smile.
"Get back in line. Because of you, there isn't enough time for math class. Now everyone, run around the playground to exercise." Iruka instructed, then led the children in physical training.
One-two, one-two...
"Naruto, what did Iruka Sensei give you to eat?" Choji ran up beside him and asked.
Saliva flowed in his throat.
"The worst taste in the world, a hundred times worse than vegetables." When Naruto heard Choji's words, he babbled on and on about how bad it tasted.
Choji kept up: "Really? There's a taste a hundred times worse than vegetables?"
I want to try it!
He dreamed of eating all the delicacies.
Naruto shivered, remembering the taste just now.
"Yes, it's the worst."
"Is it that bad?" Suddenly, Shino Aburame appeared beside him and said.
Naruto was startled: "Who are you? Are you in our class?"
Shino Aburame paused: "...Indeed, you don't even remember your classmates, I..."
He kept muttering, seemingly like a man kneeling on durian, grumbling in front of his wife.
Even though Shino's mouth was buzzing, Naruto still somewhat enjoyed it. Although Choji and Shino hadn't acknowledged him yet, they wouldn't look at him strangely.
Inuzuka Kiba, from a distance, remembered the Throat Guarding Technique his sister had mentioned. So, the bad taste his sister used to talk about was Iruka Sensei's doing.
But he wouldn't give the Sensei a chance. As a good student, he was fearless.