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POV Hiruzen
As I witnessed people's reactions to tasting the irresistible stew, a great curiosity awakened within me. As the Hokage, I couldn't simply act impulsively, but the seductive aroma of that dish was constantly calling out to me.
The voice of that aroma was so irresistible that it was becoming difficult to maintain my composure. While lost in sincere thoughts, I hear a familiar voice addressing me.
"It seems the boy has some culinary talent, doesn't he, Saru?" says Koharu Utatane, her eyes closed, savoring the aroma that permeated the air.
"Indeed, it's quite unexpected," I respond determinedly, keeping up appearances and hiding my true intentions.
"Should we join them?" asks Homura Mitokado calmly, seemingly sharing the same thoughts as us.
"As advisors and the Hokage, we should mingle with the other guests, Sarutobi, out of politeness," says Danzo, impassive. But as we have known each other for a long time, I know he also desires to taste that stew made by Atsuchi.
Rising in unison, the four of us start walking towards the pot that houses the delicious dish. As we make our way through the crowd of guests enjoying the festivities, a sense of anticipation and eagerness fills my thoughts.
Looking around, we quickly grab deep bowls and delicately serve ourselves steaming portions of the stew. Its once powerful aroma seems to intensify even more as we pour the hot broth into the bowls. Its heated and viscous steam announces an exquisite flavor.
Tasting the stew in a careful motion, I close my eyes to savor the moment. But in the next second, I widen my eyes as I feel the explosion of flavors, unable to control myself and letting out a low moan:
"Hoooo," I moan, reflecting as I am transported to a separate dimension from reality, where I have access to the various flavors that make up the dish. "The combination of spices permeates the entire stew, the meat is tender and melts in the mouth..."
"Control yourself, Saru! You are the Hokage, the representative of the village..." warns Koharu, who, in the next instant, tastes the stew in unison with Homura Mitokado, who was already salivating.
As I see my two colleagues tasting the dish and falling silent for a brief moment, I feel embarrassed for not being able to control myself. However, upon hearing two exaggerated moans, I snap out of my daydreams and look in the direction of Koharu and Homura, who now have their eyes rolled back and spasms of pleasure.
Looking at Danzo, who is fighting an internal battle, I smile in anticipation.
"Try it, Danzo! You won't regret it," I mischievously taunt Danzo.
Snapping out of his reverie, Danzo struggles to resist the temptation of tasting the dish and tries to discreetly leave, ignoring the existence and aroma of the stew. But unfortunately for Danzo, he hasn't gotten rid of the bowl he still holds in his hand.
Worried, I quickly approach my longtime friend to help him overcome his fears and inner conflicts. However, as I pass by Danzo and look at his face, I am shocked.
Danzo, with wide eyes, his face flushed like a beetroot, and bulging veins indicating an increase in blood flow, sparks my concern. If he continued in that state, he could end up having a heart attack. I shout Danzo's name, trying to reach my friend who seemed lost somewhere in his subconscious.
"Danzo?" I call his name, attracting the attention of all the guests, but receiving no response. In a swift motion, I summon my ANBUs, who appear around me and kneel, ready to act.
"Take him immediately to the hospital," I calmly order.
"Hai, Hokage-sama," my ANBUs respond as they capture Danzo and disappear from the scene. The guests give strange looks, so I decide to leave the party. We had already gone through an embarrassing situation enough. But before that, we needed to make a bento.
My advisors and I bid farewell to the guests, making up some excuses for our sudden departure.
POV Atsuchi
After witnessing this scene, I begin to question whether I should continue cooking for others. Although I enjoyed people's reactions, I feel intense secondhand embarrassment. While pondering over this, Obito, who was nearby, starts laughing loudly, and his laughter infects the other guests, who laugh like hyenas.
"HA HA HA HA HA HA! Did you see how the Hokage and his advisors acted?" Obito says, laughing at the previous scene.
"Yes, we saw. Your food is excellent, Atsuchi," Rin compliments, interrupting Obito's laughter.
"Sometimes, I wish I didn't cook so well," I share my thoughts.
Seeing Sakumo-sensei approach us with Minato and Kushina, I think, "Kushina Uzumaki, this is a good opportunity to finally meet her. Let's see what I can get from her," reflecting as I notice a subtle red line on her body.
"Hello, Sakumo-sensei, Minato-san, and..." I greet and pause for a moment, "beautiful redhead," I conclude my speech, trying to impress Kushina.
Kushina gains a joyful expression, with bright eyes, and I smile satisfied with her reaction.
"Minato, he's so cute!" says Kushina, approaching me with a gleaming gaze and kissing my forehead.
Sakumo and Minato laugh at the scene, and I feel that the touch of a mature woman awakens long-dormant sensations in me. Quickly, I try to suppress my mischievous thoughts, as it seems Kushina was already committed to Minato.
"May I know your name, miss?" I ask Kushina, showing respect.
"My name is Kushina Dattebane," she responds with a smile.
"A beautiful name. By the way, my name is Atsuchi," I continue flattering her, eliciting many smiles from her.
I feel someone press my shoulder, and I turn to find none other than Jiraiya, one of the legendary Sannin. He looks at me with a relaxed and cheerful tone.
"Seems like someone knows how to appreciate female beauty at a very young age," he says, interrupting my plan to secure a Fuinjutsu teacher.
"Who are you, old man?" I provoke Jiraiya disdainfully, trying to irritate him.
"Old man? Who are you calling old man? You brat, I am Sage Hermit Jiraiya," he responds annoyed, moving with a choreographed posture.
"Impossible. That person wouldn't be so weak," I provoke Jiraiya again.
"Well, you brat..." Jiraiya, about to reprimand me, is interrupted as he briefly looks at an irritated Kushina, her red hair dancing in the air.
"What do you think you're doing, you perverted old man? Are you thinking of influencing Atsuchi?" Kushina questions Jiraiya. Coerced by Kushina, Jiraiya swallows hard and slowly backs away.
Minato notices Kushina's altered mood and tries to calm her with gentle words, convincing her not to kill Jiraiya on Kakashi's birthday.
After socializing a bit with my acquaintances, I decide to say goodbye, as tomorrow I would have training at the ninja academy. I plan to complete my training before turning 7 and become a full-fledged Genin, so I can actively participate in the war.
Although war is a place of despair, where people reveal their true intentions through various criminal activities, it also offers opportunities that I wish to explore.
And so, my day comes to an end, with my hands tied thanks to Jiraiya. I bid farewell to everyone and return home with my parents.
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