In various anime and film works, there has always been a very magical concept: language.
Furina could clearly understand what the people around her were saying, but the words written on various shop signs were completely incomprehensible scribbles.
However, this was not strange. After all, language itself was very strange. The Otsutsuki from various parts of the universe all spoke Japanese uniformly. Comparing them would make these things seem very normal.
Furina ran for a while, finally shaking off her shy expression. She lightly coughed twice, pretending to be nonchalant, and reached up to adjust her crooked hat.
At this moment, she had already attracted too many people. Her unique and exquisite appearance refreshed the perception of those around her.
It was highly unlikely for Japanese people of this era to see French people. Although the probability wasn't zero, it was ridiculously low, especially in a place like the Ninja World. Seeing a French appearance was simply impossible, so they were all exceptionally curious.
The surrounding discussions grew stranger and stranger. Some even said Furina was a charming yokai who had cultivated into human form, or some unknown celestial being.
Listening to these strange discussions, Furina felt her face covered in black lines, and involuntarily quickened her pace. She finally managed to see a sign with ramen drawn on it.
The words on it were also Japanese, which she couldn't understand, but it must be the place, as it smelled quite fragrant.
In the Kamui Dimension, Momoshiki also saw the familiar ramen shop through his Byakugan, and couldn't help but fall into deep memories.
He remembered the first time he watched Naruto in elementary school. He wanted to try ramen back then, but was startled by the prices on the wall.
A bowl of noodles cost between 60 and 75. At that time, he wondered why such a shady shop owner wasn't strung up on a lamppost. It wasn't until junior high that he realized it was due to different prices and currency denominations.
But now he could finally taste it himself, which was like fulfilling a childhood dream.
Furina lifted the curtain at the entrance and walked in, observing the Inazuma-style decorations.
At this moment, two customers had just finished eating and were getting up to leave, their eyes almost glued to Furina.
Furina smiled awkwardly, greeted the two, and then sat down.
"Momoshiki, what's written on those walls?" Furina pointed to the menu on the wall.
[Hmm...]
Momoshiki fell into deep thought.
To be honest, he really didn't know. He couldn't understand Japanese at all.
"Hello, you two. What would you like to eat?"
A girl dressed as an employee walked over gently, a professional smile on her face.
"You two?"
Furina froze, looking around, only to find that Momoshiki had, at some point, come out and was sitting beside her, weighing a pair of chopsticks in his hand.
"Huh?!"
The sudden scene startled Furina, and she asked in disbelief, "Momoshiki! How did you get out?!"
"After eating the Divine Tree fruit, I can temporarily leave your body, but only within a 10-meter radius, and I can't stay out for too long."
Momoshiki twirled the chopsticks in his hand, taking a deep breath of the air of freedom.
"I just haven't personally felt the breath of life for a long time, so I came out to experience it. I'll have to go back into your body in a while."
Actually, he just wanted to experience eating Ichiraku Ramen in the Ichiraku Ramen shop. Not checking in at this place, which ninjas basically frequented, made him feel uncomfortable all over.
"Oh." Furina nodded, half-understanding.
Ayame, beside them, didn't understand what the two were saying, but since ninjas often came here and spoke incomprehensible things, she habitually chose to ignore it.
"Two bowls of pork cutlet ramen," Momoshiki said calmly. Although he had no movements or expressions, he gave off a dangerous feeling.
After thinking for a long time, he only remembered that there seemed to be pork cutlet ramen in his memory; he had forgotten everything else.
"Okay, please wait a moment."
Feeling this oppressive aura, Ayame respectfully nodded. However, she was already used to it in her heart, and just turned and left.
After she left, Momoshiki's gaze fell on a familiar figure who was busy working.
Teuchi Otsutsuki...
Muttering in his heart, Momoshiki inexplicably thought of this meme, and observed him with his Byakugan.
Old Man Ichiraku had nothing special about him; he was just an ordinary person, with no power whatsoever.
He didn't know if it was because he had been with ninjas for a long time or something, but Old Man Ichiraku, who was busy working, suddenly turned his head, looked at Momoshiki and Furina with some confusion, and then continued to cook ramen as if nothing had happened.
The ramen shop fell into temporary silence.
Of course, it would be better if there weren't any strange gazes.
Perhaps because Furina was too beautiful, or Momoshiki was too strange, people would occasionally lift the curtain to peek.
Some bolder ones even wanted to walk over and strike up a conversation, but Momoshiki's single glance made these people feel the fear of death.
Before long, the ramen was ready.
"Thank you."
Smelling the aroma of the ramen, Furina smiled happily. She picked up her chopsticks and fumbled for a long time, but couldn't pick up a single noodle.
Her smile involuntarily froze.
Momoshiki next to her had already started eating, picking up noodles with his chopsticks and putting them into his mouth. The taste was indeed exceptionally delicious.
The ramen toppings were also particularly generous, truly a large piece of pork cutlet, and various incomprehensible side dishes.
The ramen was springy and chewy, full of fresh flavor, and the pork cutlet's doneness and taste were just right.
No wonder Naruto loved to eat it so much. This taste was indeed considered top-tier delicious in this era.
After eating a few more bites, Momoshiki noticed that Furina hadn't started eating yet, and looked over in confusion.
"Don't you like ramen?"
"Uh... no..."
Furina shook her head awkwardly, holding her chopsticks in a clumsy and strange posture, trying to pick up noodles like tongs, but they still slipped down.
Momoshiki: "..."
He forgot Furina was from Fontaine.
After much effort, he finally managed to teach Furina how to use chopsticks.
His strange teaching behavior also earned him bewildered glances from Old Man Ichiraku and Ayame.
She's grown so old and still doesn't know how to use chopsticks? Whose rich young lady is this? Does she need someone to serve her every need?
Successfully tasting her first bite of ramen, Furina was instantly immersed in the novel deliciousness.
She didn't expect the taste to be surprisingly good!
She tried a few more times, gradually getting used to using chopsticks, eating with relish.
Just as the two were engrossed in their meal, the curtain behind them was lifted again.
Three figures, too familiar to be unfamiliar, walked in.
Tsunade, with Naruto's pig-like head in her left arm and Jiraiya's pig-like head in her right, walked in angrily.
Ayame was already used to the scene in front of her. She prepared stools for the three and then left, pretending she hadn't seen anything.
Momoshiki merely glanced at the bloodstains on Jiraiya's nose and understood that this old pervert had definitely taken Naruto to peep into the women's bathhouse again.
"Three bowls of miso ramen."
Tsunade crossed her arms, frowning, and sat beside Momoshiki. An invisible oppressive aura spread out.
Jiraiya and Naruto felt this pressure and immediately huddled together in fear, tears and snot flowing, terrified to the extreme.
Among them, Naruto truly had a hard time speaking.
The perverted sage himself went to peep into the bathhouse, why did he also have to get beaten...
Tsunade ignored them, signaling the two to behave with her eyes, then looked in Momoshiki's direction, her eyes filled with scrutiny.
"You two don't seem to be from Konoha, do you?"
Laughable. Was it even necessary to ask something so obvious?
Momoshiki just calmly ate a mouthful of ramen, and then tasted a mouthful of soup.
"Not bad. No wonder so many people praise this shop. The taste is indeed delicious."
Furina looked at Tsunade with a strange expression. Although confused, she could understand.
After all, the difference in clothing and customs was too great; it was hard not to attract attention.
"We are indeed not from Konoha. We are tourists from another place."
Furina chuckled lightly, trying to look as harmonious as possible.
However, Tsunade, as the Hokage, wasn't buying it. Her gaze was fixed on Momoshiki, who gave off the most dangerous feeling, wishing she could burn two holes in him.
"Sir, I hope you can speak with me personally." Tsunade's tone was deep, and carried an oppressive aura.
If it were anyone else, Tsunade would never have been so polite, but based on years of experience, she could tell that the aura of this strange person in front of her was too bizarre, as if he had absolute confidence to do anything to Konoha.
This feeling was definitely not groundless!
Tsunade had originally just snuck out to relax during work, but she didn't expect to coincidentally encounter the bathhouse owner bringing people to catch Jiraiya and Naruto. After understanding the situation, she gave those two a good beating.
Then she heard a ninja report that a person who was clearly not from Konoha had entered the village, and the gate guards hadn't even recorded it.
No record meant this person was very dangerous. Tsunade immediately became highly vigilant, and took the two reliable-but-unreliable guys, following the information given by the ninja, to Ichiraku Ramen.
But she found that they were two strange people, which further confirmed their suspicion.
"Phew..."
Momoshiki lightly blew on his ramen broth, sipping it slowly, somewhat intoxicated.
One bite of noodles, one sip of soup, authentic!
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