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With the sunrise, I awaken and get ready, feeling the gentle breeze coming through the window. I stretch happily and, with a smile on my face, head to the kitchen to prepare an extraordinary meal.
Thanks to the enhancement of my cerebral cortex, my vision, touch, and memory have been elevated to a perfect state.
I begin preparing a soup with unique grace, handling the ingredients exquisitely, charmingly, and with stunning beauty. As I smell the exquisite aroma of the food, I can distinguish how each ingredient contributes to create its seductive invitation. Upon tasting it, a multitude of flavors and sensations emerge: I can sense the sweet, the salty, the sour, the acidic, and even the umami.
Noticing some imperfections in the taste, I begin to add other ingredients subconsciously. After finding the perfect combination that I deem ideal, I serve breakfast.
"You can join me, Mom, Dad," I say without even looking at the door, as I had already sensed their presence before they even hid behind it. I could hear the faint beating of their hearts.
My parents, smiling, decide to reveal themselves as I hand them their soup and bread. After a brief and sincere prayer of gratitude to the God who granted me this opportunity, we begin to eat.
My mother, as she takes a spoonful of soup to her mouth, becomes paralyzed by the explosion of flavors invading her entire being. Guided by the sensation, she moans with pleasure, while numerous neurotransmitters responsible for happiness and pleasure, such as dopamine, serotonin, endorphins, and oxytocin, increase their production.
Observing my mother moan with pleasure and happiness while eating my food gives me a brief feeling of pride, but inevitably, I also feel a strangeness and a certain discomfort.
My father shows the same signs of strangeness in his gaze but soon laughs at my mother's behavior. Seeing him mock the situation, my mother blushes and in the next instant, in a fit of anger, she hits my father on the head.
"What's so good about this food that you're acting like this?" my father sarcastically asks.
"Try it, you perverted idiot," my mother angrily responds.
Seeing my father pick up a spoon to taste the soup, I quickly interrupt him.
"Wait, try it only after I leave," I say, firmly holding his hand to prevent him from tasting my soup. I hastily pack my lunchbox and rush towards the house exit because I don't wish to witness such a scene and lose some nights of sleep.
"Ooooooooyaaaaaaa," I hear my father moan with a deep voice as I open the door to leave the house.
Hearing the murmurs, I step out of the house, clicking my tongue in discontent. The simple groan from my father marks a part of my long-term memory that I would do anything to erase.
Near the ninja academy, I notice Obito and Rin walking together, probably also heading to the academy. Noticing their gaze directed at me, I greet them with a subtle smile.
"Yo, Obito, Rin," I say in a calm and serene tone.
"Atsuchi-Kun," Rin responds, greeting me back.
Obito seems to grumble to the side, pouting because Rin was too affectionate with me.
"Yo, Atsuchi," Obito says, greeting me with his left hand raised, somewhat dissatisfied.
"So, shall we go? I'm feeling like today is my lucky day," I speak eagerly, smiling, excited to test my new powers.
I notice Rin and Obito looking at me with interest, but I don't expect them to say anything and start walking towards the school.
We exchange some friendly courtesies until we reach the academy, where I bid them farewell calmly and begin walking through the courtyard until I sense a quick approach. In the blink of an eye, Guy appears in front of me in a fighting stance.
"Come, Atsuchi!" Guy shouts, but before he can engage in physical combat with me, I interrupt him.
"Guy, I'm in a good mood today. I promise to fight you later," I say, and Guy reluctantly refrains from attacking me.
Guy used to always attack me first and ask questions later because I would always refuse to fight him. Because of that, he developed this annoying habit, but since I promised him a battle, Guy innocently believed my words.
"Atsuchi, let's call Kakashi too so we can share the flame of youth and create an even greater flame," Guy says excitedly, bursting with happiness, with his arm raised and fists clenched.
"Who knows? Ask Kakashi first," I reply, shrugging, thinking it would be interesting to fight against the two of them at the same time.
Without even waiting for me, Guy runs towards the classroom, shouting Kakashi's name.
"Guy is so troublesome," I reflect.
Arriving in the classroom, I see Kakashi with a frown on his forehead, looking at Guy, who is spouting nonsense about youth, flame, and epic battles. Observing the miserable Kakashi, I smile sarcastically.
Finally, the class begins. The chunin teacher delivers theoretical content on various topics until it's time for the break, and everyone grabs their bento boxes and leaves.
Unwrapping my bento, I look at the greasy soup bowl and unleash a basic sequence of hand seals, resulting in a fire-style technique that heats up the area around my hands.
Under the watchful eyes of my classmates, I hold my bowl in my hands while heating up my lunchbox. Eating reheated soup wasn't ideal, but it was what I had for the moment.
"What are you doing? What jutsu was that?" Rin asks, observing my hands heating up the soup in the bowl.
With a slight irritation at the stupid question, I respond with a stoic expression on my face.
"I'm just warming up my bento. As for the jutsu, I just invented it."
"What?" All my classmates respond in unison.
"That's impossible! No one can invent a jutsu out of thin air without studying first!" exclaims Obito, visibly irritated.
It seemed like everyone shared the same thought, as I noticed them silently agreeing with Obito.
With an exasperated huff, I deactivate my technique, which hadn't even been bestowed with a name yet, and shoot a piercing glare at my friends nearby, remarking:
"Don't think too much about it. I just thought this sequence of hand seals would make sense and solve my problem with the cold soup... It wasn't anything too impressive, so don't bother me about it again." As I utter these simple words, everyone's expression worsens, while Kakashi observes me with curious glances.
For some reason, I knew how they were probably feeling, but honestly, I didn't care.
"I can't help it if I'm more talented..." I reflect, realizing something in the next instant as I think about my daily actions. "Hmm, I guess strengthening my mind has resulted in an increase in potential and talent."
Looking now at my bowl of hot soup, a delicate and flavorful aroma takes me away from my previous thoughts, inviting my taste buds to a gustatory experience.
This delicious aroma is not only noticed by me; my classmates seem to drool just imagining the taste of my soup.
Observing everyone's behavior, I directly threaten them.
"Don't even think about it! I only have one bento. Do you dare challenge a hungry man?" I say, my eyes gleaming and a mischievous smile on my face.
"Battle..." Guy stands up, challenging me, but I react immediately, and Guy is thrown far away, colliding with the ninja academy building.
"Who's next?" I ask maliciously, making my classmates gulp nervously.
With no immediate threat in sight, I relax my body and grab a spoon to start savoring the soup. I relish each spoonful, enjoying the flavor but also noticing small flaws that could be improved.
"Who made your bento, Atsuchi?" Rin asks with a curious smile.
"It certainly wasn't him, I doubt he knows how to cook," Obito sarcastically remarks.
"Actually, neither my mother nor my father made this food," I calmly reply, taking another spoonful of soup.
"Then who did?" Rin asks, showing interest.
"I did it myself," I answer, indifferent.
"That's impossible!" exclaims Obito, incredulous.
Everyone around me is dumbfounded by the revelation. Faced with numerous curious questions and surprised looks, I patiently respond, explaining how I learned to cook.
With the end of the break, we return to studying. Obito seemed particularly displeased with me, giving me irritated glances. The daily interaction with these kids was starting to drive me crazy. The only exception was Kakashi, who showed some maturity. I seriously consider signing up for the Genin test along with him.
"It seems like a good idea to form a team with Kakashi," I think, while observing Guy recovering from his forced flight. A smile crosses my face as I find the answer for the third spot on our team.
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