Konoha: Start with omniscience and omnipotence

Chapter 30 【030】Orphanage

In the summer of the 39th year of Konoha after the Second Ninja War, the entire village exuded a vigorous vitality that seemed to have revived from the long winter.

Whether it is business transactions, assignments, village expansion, all kinds of things are developing at a very rapid pace.

The depressive feeling caused by being under the cloud of war for a long time made everyone in the whole village enjoy it to the fullest. Few people would notice the small changes that happened on the streets with each passing day.

In an alley at a slightly remote corner of Konoha Avenue, a shop listed as 'Aida Fisheries Co., Ltd.' opened quietly.

However, because passers-by only noticed people carrying freezers and large refrigerators inside, but did not open the door very often, no one noticed anything wrong with this store.

Even the more attentive residents who live nearby have only noticed that heavy goods are shipped into this shop every afternoon and then shipped to various places in the morning. They don't know what they do.

Therefore, many people still called ANBU investigators to investigate, but most of them just went in and came out quickly.

After a few times, no one noticed this little thing anymore.

"Hey! Get away!"

"Idiot Terai, you are so thin, but you eat the most every time!"

"That's right, get out of the way! Let us go first!"

The little boy, who was called 'Terai' by the other older children, looked to be about four or five years old. He was thinner than his peers, and his skin was unhealthy and pale. His long bangs covered his eyebrows.

He always kept his head down and was constantly being pushed.

A submissive look.

After a while, Terai, who was always silent and holding a large iron rice bowl in his thin arms, was gradually pushed to the end of the line by the older children.

From beginning to end, he didn't dare to say a word.

However, the lady who was serving the dishes at the front of the queue was just lazily shaking her spoon. She clearly saw the little ones yelling at each other, but she completely ignored them - at such an old age, she could not tolerate anything more malicious than this.

It's commonplace, let alone the trivial things of a child?

She is just a rice cooker, and she only earns tens of thousands of taels of bank notes after working for a month. What should she care about?

The queue in the adoption compound was sparse, and the children, who were already at an age where people hated dogs, were even more noisy, which was annoying to death.

"Clang, clang."

At the end, Terai held the iron rice bowl that was almost as big as his head, raised his head slightly, picked it up with his thin arms, and stretched it forward.

As a result, only the last half spoonful of porridge and pickles were poured into the rice bowl, which could barely cover the bottom of the bowl.

"Okay, no more! Go away!"

The fat aunt waved the spoon angrily, as if to ward off flies.

Terai was startled when he heard this, raised his head blankly, bit his dry lips slightly, and mustered up the courage: "Yes, I can remove the juice from the vegetables below."

"I said no more!"

"Why do children eat so much?"

The aunt who was in charge of the spoon was even more irritable. She didn't even bother to look at him, and walked to the back kitchen with the bucket.

After finishing the work here, she has to go to the next place to help cook.

Terai stood there blankly, looking at the little bit of porridge at the bottom of the rice bowl, his eyes a little blank.

The older children standing far away laughed and showed mocking expressions.

Even though there isn't a lot of food in their rice bowls, it's always nice to see someone worse off than yourself, isn't it?

Terai did not speak, squatting on the ground with a rice bowl in hand, sipping porridge in small sips.

In a short time, I drank all the wine.

After washing the dishes, he found a corner in the room and huddled there motionless, looking out the window blankly.

He once had a taste of good times.

Terai's parents are both ninjas, and his father is a jounin in Konoha Village.

However, my father suddenly disappeared one day, and my mother, a medical ninja, died on the battlefield due to worries and overwork.

Later, he heard from adults that his father seemed to have defected on the battlefield.

Therefore, the adults took away all the things in his home, and after some interrogation, threw him into the foster care home the day before yesterday.

The life of orphans is very hard.

Because there are too many orphans created by the war.

Although they don't have to work, the allocation provided by Konoha is very limited. All children only have one meal a day, which is cheap porridge and pickles.

In fact, this kind of life is already much better than that of a wandering child.

At least they still have regular food to eat every day.

However, Terai has been somewhat different since he was a child.

He is born with a large appetite and has been able to eat better than adults since he was very young.

When he was at home, because his family's financial situation was good, he was never short of food and drink, so he never knew what it felt like to be hungry.

Until, he was thrown into an adoption home.

'So hungry.'

Feeling the burning sensation in his stomach, Terai hugged his legs tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to suppress the feeling into his body.

There is a sour taste in the teeth.

Just when he was so hungry that he was even a little dizzy, he suddenly heard a warm exclamation coming from outside.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear shouts like 'It's meat!', 'It's fish meat.'

Terai, who originally thought that he could not hold on any longer, suddenly had an almost green light in his eyes, and ran out of the house crawling and rolling.

Then, he saw a group of ninjas wearing red and white uchiwa uniforms and bearing the sign "Aida Fisheries Trading Co., Ltd." coming in from outside, with a carriage dragging neatly arranged lunch boxes.

Just by smelling the faint smell, Terai seemed to be able to hear the sound of saliva secreting from his own mouth, and his throat could not help but beat.

How long has it been since you smelled meat?

"Everyone, line up! Quiet!"

"Which team should line up first, and which team should be given out first? Each person is given a certain amount! No one is allowed to grab it!"

It must be said that for children like them who have experienced the war years, the name "ninja" is extremely intimidating.

Even though the leading ninja seemed quite friendly, many children who had witnessed ninja killing scenes were mostly silent.

In just a short time, the children were arranged in order according to the order.

Terai is also in the team.

His stomach seemed to be burning, but he still forced himself to endure it, waiting for the ration of food to be distributed to them.

However, the queue of more than a dozen people seemed extremely long at this moment. Terai waited quietly for a long time, and finally saw the cooked meat packaged in a bento being put into his hands by the ninja-sama.

Just smelling that familiar smell made him almost unable to hold back the tears from the corners of his lips.

"thanks, thanks."

Terai didn't know what to say, so he just nodded.

However, just as he walked aside and was about to start eating, he was surrounded by the older children again.

"I told you that a fool like you doesn't need to eat so much, but you don't know how to hand it over to us? Terai!"

The fat kid in the lead said in a low voice, reaching out to take the lunch box away from him.

"Snapped!"

A long branch hit his hand mercilessly.

The strength of the ninja is not something that comes from blowing. The child's delicate skin burst open almost instantly, and a scream suddenly sounded in his ears.

Terai's whole body tensed up and he raised his head blankly.

Then, he saw the ninja who had just given him the lunch, standing quietly on the side, holding a branch in his hand.

He said in a gentle voice: "Everyone only has one."

When the group of children shouted and dispersed, he continued to turn his head and comforted in a low voice: "Eat quickly, it will be cold in a while."

".yes!"

Only this time, Terai answered with an unusually decisive voice, chewing quickly, but his face was filled with tears at some point.

"Thanks."

"Open your mouth, ah."

"Ah~"

The child Terai, who was standing in front of the table, opened his mouth under the guidance of the doctor. He did not close it until the doctor looked around with a small flashlight.

The doctor began to write and draw in a small notebook.

Terai stood aside obediently and waited, secretly glancing at the pamphlet in the doctor's hand.

The doctor flipped through the notebook in his hand and muttered in a low voice:

"In such a short period of time, has the overall score increased by 25%?"

"Just, um...?"

"What is this special energy trace?"

"What did you say?"

Terai raised his head and looked at him strangely.

"fine."

As he said that, he saw the doctor put a slightly special bracelet on Terai's wrist, locked it with a key, and kindly told him: "Kid Terai, when you go to get food from now on, give this bracelet to me.

When they see it, you can get the whole piece of meat and eat it."

"Don't share it with others, but eat until you're full."

"If someone robs you, remember to tell the ninjas who brought the food."

"Understand?"

"Yes! Thank you."

Terai nodded his thanks very seriously.

As he spoke, his eyes silently glanced at the word 'Xiantian' marked on the doctor's desk.

Then, keep it in mind silently.

Similar things are still happening in private orphanages across Konoha.

Aida Fisheries' business scope is also slowly expanding.

After the war, the world's situation seemed to have calmed down, but the remnants of the suffering ravaged by the war still remained on this land, existing or dying in the form of life.

Only when some people are fighting, do they have the opportunity to eat scraps and survive in the world.

But at least I can eat it.

This whole process is dull and even a little boring, which is generally the case with traditional and simple business activities.

However, it is also the most critical first step.

(End of chapter)