"Hm?"
Yoruha looked puzzled.
He had just told himself that the Uchiha clan massacre had nothing to do with him.
And now this cheating system decided to assign him a mission?
Sure, the mission was difficult—
But life was more important!
Uchiha Itachi's personality had already shifted.
The guy was about to kill his own father and mother tonight.
If Yoruha went and tried to "complete the mission" now...
Wasn't that basically asking for a death sentence?
Since there was something this time he was actually afraid of—
Why not play it safe and get stronger first?
Why challenge Ji Aimu's bottom line?
Anyway, Yoruha had already scanned this mission and noticed it wasn't like those earlier "cheat the wooden stake" kind of tasks.
This one had a failure condition.
As long as he could survive the night without doing anything...
The mission would fail.
And when it failed,
The system would just refresh a new one like usual.
After thinking it through,
Yoruha made up his mind—
This mission?
Yeah, I'm dropping it.
Two hours later.
Break time was over, and the school cafeteria opened for dinner.
Akimichi Choji sat at the table, chewing miserably on a tiny serving of food that wasn't nearly enough to satisfy him.
He sighed dramatically.
"Man... this is so rough. I've already finished all my chips, and this food sucks. I'm gonna starve to death and shrink into nothing..."
Ino couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Don't worry, Choji. With your appetite, you'll still gain weight even if you're just breathing air."
Everyone around laughed.
At that moment, Shikamaru let out a long sigh.
"The food here's honestly garbage. How about we hit up a barbecue place after school? We'll need to refuel somehow."
Even though Shikamaru usually wasn't a big eater,
he had standards—
He was, after all, the heir of a wealthy clan.
A little pickiness was expected.
Yoruha listened to them with a soft smile and quietly shook his head.
Sasuke... we're going to witness a massacre after school today.
And you guys are planning a barbecue like it's a summer festival?
Isn't that... a bit much?
Thinking of that,
Yoruha's gaze shifted to Uchiha Sasuke, who was sitting alone in the corner.
Suddenly—
A bold idea flashed through his mind.
Over the past two years,
Uchiha Sasuke had grown noticeably calmer.
Even though his Sharingan had awakened,
he never showed it off at school.
Because the moment he successfully controlled his Sharingan,
he knew he was different.
Just a bunch of snot-nosed brats around here.
Why would he—Uchiha Sasuke—bother showing off in front of them?
Was it necessary?
Did it even matter?
After all, he wasn't the type to flaunt his power.
At that moment, Sasuke sat silently in the corner, eating his food.
Suddenly—
He sensed an odd gaze focused on him.
Sasuke looked up toward it.
Huh?
Yoruha from the Yamanaka clan?
He clicked his tongue and turned away arrogantly,
deciding not to acknowledge the guy.
I've got the Sharingan now.
Why would I waste time on some small clan's weirdo?
But then—
"Hey, Sasuke... I've got nothing to do. How about we make a bet?"
Although Sasuke had been intent on ignoring him,
Yoruha suddenly sat down across from him,
his face carrying a strange smile—
like the Big Bad Wolf eyeing Little Red Riding Hood.
Sasuke turned back, eyes narrowing with clear disdain.
"First of all, my name is not 'Zhu Zhu.'
It's Uchiha Sasuke."
"Second, bets are for little kids like you. I'm not interested."
"Third, I don't like you. So try not to get too close to me."
Yoruha blinked.
He couldn't even remember the last time he'd had a proper conversation with Sasuke.
But this version of Sasuke?
This one actually shocked him.
When did "Second Pillar" turn into this smug little prince?
Wait...
Did he get isekai'd by Sister Chu or something?!