Social Anxiety

"Thank you for your patronage. After deducting the small change, it's a total of thirty thousand and two hundred ryō."

The plump owner of the barbecue restaurant grinned and extended his hand, looking at the disheveled Shibi.

What's going on?

They ate a meal that cost thirty thousand and two hundred ryō!

Even if they completed a C-rank mission as a team, they wouldn't earn this much.

He looked towards Satoru, who had a swollen belly like a balloon, lying contentedly on a cushion with plates piled up like a small mountain beside him.

Anko and Rin couldn't help but chuckle as if they had anticipated this outcome.

Are they joking? Is this the appetite of a human? Are all members of the Hyuga clan capable of eating like this?

He really wanted to ask, "Hey, Satoru, did they mix you up at birth? Are you actually from the Akimichi clan?"

But the words almost slipped out of his mouth, so he swallowed them back down and obediently took out his wallet to pay.

"Um... If the money isn't enough, I can cover the difference," Rin offered awkwardly.

"No! I have enough for this amount," Shibi refused firmly, taking out a stack of brand-new bills from his wallet and placing them on the table. He wouldn't let the students pay under any circumstances; it was a matter of dignity!

Ah! His heart was bleeding...

"You're welcome to visit us again." The restaurant owner waved at them with a smile at the door.

As soon as they left the barbecue restaurant, Shibi immediately used the mission as an excuse to leave the team. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, things would get even more disastrous.

"That Aburame-sensei is quite interesting, huh? Different from the rumors," Rin shrugged.

"He is indeed interesting. When I first saw him, I thought he might be one of those difficult-to-get-along-with types, but he turned out to be..." Anko burst into laughter, not recalling her own struggles in the insect swarm.

Satoru patted his bloated belly in satisfaction. He didn't eat so much just to take advantage of the situation; it was because he needed to nourish both the Byakugan and the Life Magnetic Field, which naturally increased his appetite far beyond that of an ordinary person. Moreover, consuming large amounts of food helped enhance his physical abilities.

Gently clicking his tongue, Satoru whispered, "I feel like our mentor has mild... social anxiety."

"Social anxiety?" Anko heard the term for the first time, looking at Satoru curiously.

"Yeah... It means he's not good at social interactions. But it seems like most of the Aburame clan members are like that," Satoru said, thinking of Shibi's completely wrapped-up appearance, with only a small part of his skin exposed on his face. The term "social anxiety" seemed quite fitting.

"You never cease to amaze me, Satoru. You always learn new things," Anko said.

Satoru thought for a moment. It seemed that their future missions would be quite interesting. A powerful mentor like mine, who is overly socially anxious?

...

In the Hokage's office, a knock on the door was heard.

"Come in."

Hiruzen was busy with paperwork. He looked up and saw a man wrapped in a large robe enter, looking somewhat dejected.

"Shibi, how's it going? Are you satisfied with the new team members?"

"They are all remarkably talented individuals, but I'm not sure if I can teach them well."

"Shibi, don't underestimate yourself. You're a highly renowned all-around Jonin in Konoha!" Hiruzen said with a smile.

Shibi smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Hokage-sama, as you know, the reason I'm called an all-around Jonin is that I prefer solo combat over teamwork. Guiding students is somewhat challenging for me."

Hiruzen put down his work and sat up straight, looking at him seriously. "Shibi, being a shinobi, is a cooperative profession, and individual strength has its limits. The growth paths of these three are still uncertain, and only you, as an all-around Jonin, are best suited for this task. It will be a significant growth opportunity for you and the entire team."

"Is that so? Hokage-sama, you truly put a lot of thought into this." Shibi nodded.

"I'm glad you understand. Now, report their situation to me."

Shibi thought about the little guy who effortlessly wiped out his clone and smiled, saying, "That Satoru kid with the double kekkei genkai is quite an interesting person. He also has an unexpectedly huge appetite. He..."

...

"Hey, Satoru, is this really the post-graduation training life you were talking about?"

In a place full of trash, Anko covered her mouth and nose with a towel, using a stick to forcefully unclog a blocked sewer.

"Well, let's think positively. This also counts as training our willpower, doesn't it?" Satoru said this while cleaning the garbage nearby.

"So, helping an old lady unclog her sewer is also part of the training?"

Uh...

Anko sighed. Over the past few days, they have been assigned tasks like finding cats and dogs and clearing clogged sewers. She suddenly missed the days when she was in the shinobi school; the missions were not too burdensome, and at least she didn't have to do such dirty and tiring work.

Why did I listen to Satoru's persuasion and graduate?

Isn't lying flat better? Anko gritted her teeth in frustration.

She learned the term "lying flat" from Satoru, and it perfectly matched her philosophy. However, she looked at Satoru and Rin next to her: two prodigies from prominent clans. Lying flat was so difficult! She inwardly shouted in frustration.

Satoru didn't mind much; completing D-rank missions was necessary to qualify for higher-level missions. However, he strongly suspected that Shibi deliberately assigned them tasks like clearing sewers as a form of retaliation.

What a petty shinobi!

As for his daily training, it hadn't been affected much. At the back of the mountain where he usually trained, there was a shadow clone making up for the training he missed.

He learned the shadow clone technique from Rin, for whom B-rank training ninjutsu wasn't considered very precious.

After spending some time mastering it, he managed to balance both training and missions.

Satoru always had a sense of urgency, the upcoming Third Shinobi War and the shackles on his forehead were constant motivators for him.

Without strength, he would just be prey to others. Although life at the shinobi school was comfortable, it didn't align with his beliefs. Only continuous progress could provide him with a sense of security.

The attitude of the main branch towards him was quite subtle. No matter what, being the first ever double kekkei genkai user in the history of the Hyuga clan attracted a lot of attention. As he knew, it was mainly due to pressure from the Hokage's side that he was living peacefully within the Hyuga clan.

A caged bird. If external pressures couldn't be resolved in a short time, then there was only one path left: scientific research. That's why he pulled Anko into the team; it was also to get in touch with Orochimaru, as in the original storyline, Anko became Orochimaru's disciple.

"I really wish we could start taking missions and fighting soon!" Rin's voice brought Satoru back to reality. He looked up and saw Rin stretching her muscles, eager for action.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Satoru asked.

Rin looked at him with excitement shining in her dark eyes.

"The elders of the clan say that the Sharingan can only awaken in life-or-death situations. I can't wait to gain that power."

"Isn't that too much?" Satoru's mouth twitched slightly.

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I'm sorry the chapters came a little late I overslept, 2 more are to come in the next hour.

I'm translating another chinese fanfic don't hesitate to check it out! It's named "My Pokemon Trainer Simulator"