"Captain eats well—these are just small matters!" Uchiha chuckled, his tone light. He didn’t feel even slightly upset about building a good relationship with Saitama this way. While it certainly wasn’t kind to his wallet, their camaraderie made up for it. Besides, wasn’t there a certain younger brother beside him to share the cost?
Thinking this, Uchiha shot a fiery glance at Uchiha Yan—right in front of Yan’s amused eyes, full of mischief.
Saitama didn’t pay much attention to the silent brotherly exchange. He focused entirely on the sizzling barbecue before him. His appetite had grown significantly lately—especially after a day of intense training. Eating was the only thing that made him feel whole again.
At ho, Granny Kaka didn’t treat him poorly—every al ca with a generous portion of at. But today, catching two big spenders in his net, Saitama wasn’t holding back. The food at ho was his own, but the al today? That was soone else’s di—and it was delicious.
"Zzzt!" Fat and juices hissed as the at grilled, the marinated slices giving off a mouthwatering aroma. Saitama watched with laser focus, waiting for the perfect mont when the at would turn from raw red to golden brown.
"Yosh, let’s go!" A loud voice bood from the next table.
Uchiha turned to look. Seated opposite each other at a grill were two n clad in vibrant green jumpsuits. Several plates of grilled at were already stacked on their table.
The speaker was a middle-aged man with a bowl cut and thick eyebrows. He carefully placed a slice of grilled at into the bowl of the younger man opposite him.
"Alright! I humbly begin!" Guy clasped his hands together, eyes closed in respect before he picked up his chopsticks.
"After this al, the flas of youth will burn even brighter!" said Might Guy, voice filled with passion.
His father, Might Guy’s spitting image but older and more weathered, bead with pride.
"Yes!" There was a sparkle in Guy’s eyes as he began to eat with enthusiasm.
"Dad, aren’t you eating?" Guy paused mid-bite, noticing his father hadn’t taken a single piece.
"Ahaha! Of course I’m eating too! Youth doesn’t cheat!" Might Guy—forrly known as the Eternal Genin, Might Dai—grinned, dipping a slice of at into sauce and finally bringing it to his mouth.
Guy smiled, satisfied, and resud eating. What he didn’t notice was that Dai barely ate—and even when he did, he chewed slowly, clearly conserving.
Uchiha Huo didn’t recognize them. He glanced at them once and looked away, assuming them to be just another loud pair of father and son.
"Hmm?" Saitama finally looked up from his al and caught sight of them too. His eyes landed on Dai’s subtle movents and fell into thought.
Might Dai—Konoha’s "Eternal Genin." His economic status was well-known among those who paid attention. He mostly perford low-level D-rank missions, which paid poorly. As taijutsu specialists, he and his son required intense physical training, frequent dical attention, and paid hospital visits. It all added up.
While Konoha did provide basic allowances for active shinobi, it was barely enough for soone like Dai.
"Guy! After this, run around the village ten tis. Can you do it?!" Dai held up a piece of at like a challenge.
"Yes! I will complete the mission!" Guy yelled, biting into the at like it was an enemy to conquer.
"Yosh!" Dai placed the piece in his mouth, a warm, proud expression on his face.
"Huo!" Saitama tapped the grill with his chopsticks. "Add more at, don’t just stare."
"Oh—on it, Captain!" Huo jolted, having gotten distracted watching the father and son. He quickly placed more slices on the grill.
Yan, standing beside him, was also staring curiously. His thoughts raced. Who are they? Why did Captain Saitama look so serious just now? But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t recall any background on the eccentric duo.
"Hah!" Saitama cleaned off the new round of grilled at in no ti. He exhaled contentedly.
"Alright, let’s go. Good al today." He glanced at Dai and Guy, who were still eating—much slower than his own pace.
"Okay, Captain!" The Uchiha brothers stood up. Huo quickly ran to the counter to pay.
As Saitama passed Dai’s table, he caught sight of Dai watching Guy with fatherly pride. A piece of at hung between Dai’s chopsticks, but it hadn’t reached his mouth in quite so ti.
Saitama offered a small smile before leaving. He didn’t know them personally, and this wasn’t the right ti to approach. Still, familiarity had begun to bloom.
"Captain, I’ve settled the bill." Huo ca over.
"Hold on a mont." Saitama waved him off, called the shop owner, handed over so extra money, and whispered sothing before leaving with the brothers.
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Back at Dai’s table, the owner returned carrying multiple extra plates of at.
"Mr. Ninja, that custor just now treated you."
"Huh?" Dai looked confused. He didn’t recognize the young man.
"That boy just now—he’s a regular here. Part of the Uchiha clan, I think. A good-hearted one." The shopkeeper smiled.
"Oh... I see. Thank you." Dai’s mind flashed with the image of Saitama’s smiling face.
"Don’t thank —it wasn’t who paid for it." The boss dropped the plates off and returned to the counter.
"Kay, this is a gift from a fellow traveler on the path of youth. Let’s eat!" Dai didn’t act coy. Once he understood who sent it, he accepted the gesture with pride.
"Alright, Dad!" Guy’s eyes sparkled with joy, his broad smile revealing his bright teeth as he dove in.
With Saitama’s unexpected generosity, Dai no longer needed to hold back. Saitama had bought them thirty full plates.
"Yosh, let’s dig in!"
"Right!"
For a mont, the rotisserie was ablaze with youthful energy. Even the boss went quiet behind the counter, moved by the scene.
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On the way ho, Yan finally broke the silence.
"Captain, was there sothing special about that father and son? You even treated them."
"Maybe I just liked the look of them. Rember, Yan—don’t judge by appearances." Saitama poked the tall Uchiha in the ribs, half-joking, half-serious.
Both brothers nodded. That sentence made sense—sort of—but they weren’t sure they understood it fully.
"So you an... they’re powerful?" Huo asked cautiously.
"Mm-hmm." Saitama neither confird nor denied, just humd in response.
"Oh..." The brothers fell quiet again.
By now, they had returned to the Uchiha compound. The brothers split off toward their ho in the west sector.
Saitama headed for his own house, where Granny Kaka was watching TV. He knocked and entered her room when she responded, sitting by her bed for a long chat.
He would be leaving for the front lines in a few days. Ti was short.
By ten o’clock, he bid her good night and went upstairs to wash and sleep.
Outside, the sky glittered with stars. The moon hung bright and white, casting its cold light over the land.
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