Chapter 58: How to Deal with This Person? Kill
The familiar aroma wafted into Naruto's nose, making his stomach growl.
So good…
He could no longer hold back. Grabbing his chopsticks, Naruto began slurping the ramen with full force. His mouth opened wide, as though he intended to swallow the entire universe. The noodles disappeared with a loud whoosh, so quickly that Mikoto and Sasuke—who had still been worried about him—barely had time to react.
Naruto's cheeks puffed out, round like little dumplings, while he chewed noisily with smack, smack sounds.
Mikoto and Sasuke instinctively glanced at each other, and both broke into smiles.
Yes—this was the Naruto they knew.
Fugaku couldn't help but sigh. So it's true—Ichiraku Ramen really is Naruto's cure-all.
In just moments, Naruto tilted the bowl back and drained all the soup in one gulp. Setting the empty bowl down, he looked a little embarrassed.
Mikoto, already prepared, gently leaned forward and wiped the oil from his lips with a tissue.
Naruto's first instinct was to dodge, but when he met Mikoto's gentle gaze, he froze and let her continue.
Sasuke, meanwhile, pouted. He hadn't expected Naruto to like ramen this much. There were so many other delicious foods he barely reacted to—but the instant ramen appeared, he turned into a starving ghost.
He remembered now: back before Naruto moved in, he was always muttering that ramen was the best food in the world. And hadn't he once embarrassed Father in front of the Academy by loudly declaring the Uchiha were going to eat ramen?
Seeing Naruto's hesitant look, Mikoto asked softly, "What's wrong, Naruto?"
Naruto hesitated, but in the end, his hunger overcame his pride. "I… I want to eat more."
Mikoto glanced instinctively at Fugaku.
Fugaku, having already eaten enough, nodded casually. "Then let's go to Ichiraku Ramen. You two barely touched your food anyway."
It was true. Both Mikoto and Sasuke had been too distracted by Naruto's mood to eat much.
Mikoto smiled, taking Naruto's hand. "Come on, Naruto, let's go have more ramen."
"Mm!"
Naruto's face lit up. "Uncle, Auntie, you're the best!"
Mikoto paused slightly, then her smile softened. She reached out and patted his head. "Let's go, then."
After Fugaku paid the bill, the family headed down the street. Ichiraku Ramen was nearby, and by the time they arrived, three seats had just opened.
"You three eat, I'm full." Fugaku gestured for them to sit before anyone else took the spots.
It was Mikoto's first time in such a humble little shop. She scanned the menu curiously. Among the many ramen types, the Tonkotsu Chashu stood out—exactly what Naruto had just eaten. Clearly, it was the most popular choice.
The curtain lifted, and Teuchi stepped out. Naruto's eyes sparkled.
"Uncle! These are the best Auntie and Uncle to me—we came to eat ramen!"
Teuchi blinked in surprise at Naruto's excitement, then chuckled warmly. "Oh? Welcome! What'll it be?"
"The usual! A large!" Naruto said without hesitation.
"Got it!" Teuchi nodded cheerfully, then glanced at Mikoto. For a brief moment, admiration flickered in his eyes. Such elegance and beauty—no wonder Naruto was so attached.
He quickly composed himself and asked with a smile, "And what about Naruto's aunt? And this young man?"
Sasuke didn't deliberate. "Tonkotsu Chashu ramen. Regular."
Mikoto, curious about why Naruto loved it so much, ordered the same.
Meanwhile, Fugaku lit a cigarette outside the shop. He had barely taken two puffs when an Anbu suddenly appeared before him.
"Hokage-sama!" The masked shinobi bowed deeply. "Sarutobi Asuma has been captured."
Fugaku's calm expression froze for a moment.
Captured? Already?
He frowned. Didn't the Second Elder and the others just set out today? It should've taken days to even reach the Capital… so how was it this fast?
"What happened?" he asked, though a guess was already forming in his mind.
The Anbu seemed to think it was absurd too. He almost laughed as he explained:
"Hokage-sama, he delivered himself to us. This afternoon, the Barrier Squad was conducting routine inspections, and by evening, they spotted Asuma Sarutobi lurking near the village walls. They alerted us, and we subdued him without effort.
Even then, he kept shouting about how it was unfair and demanded a one-on-one fight."
The Uchiha Anbu scoffed at the memory.
After all, five Uchiha Anbu with fully matured Sharingan had surrounded him. Any elite jōnin would have been doomed.
"Did you give him what he wanted?" Fugaku asked with a faint smirk.
The Anbu straightened. "Of course. Since he insisted, we Uchiha would naturally grant him the chance to lose properly."
As expected, Fugaku thought. That's just how the clan is.
"Inaho-sama was the one to fight him," the Anbu continued with admiration. "His ocular power has grown even deeper—it puts even us to shame."
Fugaku exhaled slowly, relieved. He had worried some accident might occur. Ordinary jōnin often fled at the sight of the Three-Tomoe Sharingan. Still, Asuma Sarutobi was no ordinary case—he was a son of the Hokage, a minor but notable figure.
But against Uchiha Inaho, there was no contest. Though Inaho had once been instantly crushed by Itachi's Mangekyō during the massacre, against outsiders his strength was unquestionable. A veteran with fully matured Sharingan, his skills far surpassed ordinary jōnin.
Yes—dealing with Asuma Sarutobi posed no problem.
Fugaku blew out a smoke ring, voice calm. "And where is he now?"
The Anbu pointed toward a small alley nearby. In the dim light, several shadowy figures stood guard.
"Hokage-sama, how should we deal with him?" the Anbu asked respectfully.
Fugaku's eyes narrowed. His tone was flat, decisive.
"…Kill him."
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