This is just the story of a young boy growing grass in countless worlds.
The writing style leans towards daily life, and fight scenes are basically passed over with a single stroke.
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"Shikamaru heard that he has his eye on a bottle of wine that his father has been secretly hiding."
"Xiao Li just returned from a mission yesterday and went straight into the Death Forest. He must have his eye on that big wild boar."
"It seems Kiba is preparing a ninja dog, and Shino is bringing a jar of honey. Sigh! I actually remembered Shino! As expected, as long as you remember sunglasses, you'll be fine."
Sasuke Uchiha's lips twitched at the casual remarks and the witty remarks, but out of curiosity, he still asked a question.
"So what did you two prepare? Especially you, Naruto! For my birthday last time, all you gave me was a coupon for Ichiraku Ramen!"
As he spoke, recalling the special kunai he had given to this idiot that could be used to carry the Flying Thunder God Technique, Uchiha Sasuke suddenly felt his sword itching and wanted to chop something.
"Even if you were to do what Ah Nian did and specially make me a meal of bonito rice balls, that would have been fine! But instead, you gave me a coupon..."
Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Hyuga Neji silently stepped back a distance from Uzumaki Naruto. After all, he had given up hope on this idiot who could send his sister a carnation as a birthday present.
"Hahaha, you'll never guess what my gift is this time! Learning from the lessons of last time and the time before that, I spent many days learning how to make Ichiraku Ramen from Sister Changpu!"
The nerves that had been taut snapped. The three-tomoe sword that the cool guy had been staring at showed a faint tendency to evolve into a kaleidoscope, but it regressed due to his excessively high physical and spiritual qualities. However, the sword that had already been drawn could not be put back!
"You can't treat people differently like this!"
He roared inwardly, not understanding why he was angry, but Uchiha Sasuke, who firmly believed that a swordsman should speak with his sword, decided to strike first!