What… just happened?
An ordinary ramen competition suddenly had Hokage-sama and two clan heads as judges?
The gathered contestants and spectators were left dumbfounded.
Why were they here? How did this happen?
The Uchiha trio—Itachi, Sasuke, and Shisui—felt an overwhelming sense of doom settle over them. Their bodies stiffened like stone statues as the piercing gazes of the Third Hokage and Uchiha Fugaku landed on them.
Oh no...
Why is the Hokage here?
Why is father here?!
"Wow! Grandpa Hokage is here too!" Naruto cheered, completely missing the tense atmosphere. "And the Uchiha and Akimichi clan heads?! This is so cool! I'll do my best to win!"
Meanwhile, the commotion outside the competition venue grew louder. The news had spread. Ninjas from all around Konoha were flocking to witness this spectacle firsthand.
"Hokage-sama and the Akimichi clan head being here makes sense," one ninja whispered to another.
"Yeah, they're both pretty approachable… but the Uchiha clan head?"
"Uchiha? At a public event? Judging a Big Eater contest?"
"Unbelievable! I have to see this with my own eyes!"
Before long, the competition venue was packed, with people even climbing trees and rooftops for a better view.
At the center of it all, Teuchi, the owner of Ichiraku Ramen, beamed with satisfaction. "Alright, now let's introduce our special event host!"
"Please welcome… Uchiha Satoru!"
As soon as his name was called, a familiar figure with flowing white hair and a black blindfold strolled onto the stage.
Standing confidently in his Uchiha clan uniform, Satoru grinned at the audience.
Itachi's expression turned dark.
"Satoru," he muttered, his tone slow and deliberate—each syllable dripping with impending judgment.
Sasuke clenched his fists, trembling with frustration. "That idiot!"
He had dragged them into this… and then casually skipped out on the contest?!
Shisui, meanwhile, was regretting his life choices.
Why… why did I join in?
He rubbed his temples, already feeling a headache coming on.
The rumors were true—Uchiha Satoru was a walking disaster.
Kakashi, standing off to the side, sighed deeply. His mission had been to monitor Uchiha activity, but somehow, that had landed him here—stuck in a public eating competition in front of the Hokage.
Please, Hokage-sama… Kakashi prayed silently. If I survive this, at least give me some vacation days.
Of course, none of this mattered to Naruto. He was grinning from ear to ear.
"Wow! Big brother is the host?! That's awesome!"
"Idiot!" Sasuke snapped. "Don't you get it? He made us enter the contest and then bailed to be the host!"
"Eh?" Naruto blinked, then shrugged. "Well, we're friends, right? Friends support each other!"
Sasuke stared at him, then scoffed, crossing his arms. "Hmph. You're an idiot, but you're not half bad."
The crowd was surprised. An Uchiha, complimenting someone?
But before anyone could process that moment of bonding, Satoru's next words brought the fury right back.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen!" Satoru's voice rang out cheerfully. "Welcome to the Ultimate Big Eater Ramen Challenge!"
"The challenge today is Ichiraku's Miso Chashu Deluxe!"
"The rules are simple—finish your bowl within 30 minutes, and the first one done wins!"
"But wait!" Satoru's grin widened, and the Uchiha brothers plus Kakashi felt an impending sense of doom.
"Today, we have five special challengers who signed up for the Super Ultimate Challenge!"
Sasuke, Itachi, Shisui, and Kakashi immediately went on high alert.
Satoru wouldn't.
…Would he?
"And now, let's announce the names of our contestants!"
Satoru paused dramatically, his blindfolded face practically glowing with mischief.
The unlucky five on the other side braced themselves for impact.
Oh no.
He absolutely would.
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