Title: Chōchō's Unexpected Babysitting Adventure (Part 3)
---
Just as dessert arrived—a towering stack of dango for Mya and a modest parfait for Chōchō—Mya's cheerful expression suddenly sharpened. Her big, round eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head like a predator sensing danger.
"Hm?"
Before anyone could react, Mya moved.
In a blur of speed that defied her chubby, five-year-old frame, she launched herself off the booth, snatched a kitchen knife from the nearest table, and flipped into the center of the restaurant.
"Mya?!" Chōchō shrieked, halfway out of her seat.
But Mya wasn't playing.
With a single, effortless swing—
Shiiiing!
Four figures in black assassin garb flickered into visibility—mid-lunge, weapons drawn—only for their heads to topple from their shoulders.
Silence.
Not a single drop of blood touched Mya. The bodies didn't even hit the ground before they crumbled into ash, vanishing without a trace.
Mya sighed, twirling the kitchen knife between her tiny fingers.
"Please get better next time," she said, sounding almost bored.
The entire restaurant was frozen in shock. A waiter dropped a tray. A civilian fainted. Even Sarada and Inojin were gaping, their brains struggling to process what just happened.
Chōchō's jaw was on the floor. "WHAT THE HELL, MYA?!"
Mya pouted, stomping back to the table like she hadn't just decapitated four assassins in half a second. "Haaa… why bother me? Now my mom won't let me out again…" She slumped into her seat, stabbing a dango with the knife. "Stupid assassins."
Inojin slowly turned to Chōchō, eyes wide. "Your cousin is a demon."
Sarada adjusted her glasses, still processing. "That wasn't a jutsu. That was just… pure speed. And precision."
Mya munched on her dango, completely unbothered. "More dessert?"
Chōchō, still trembling, grabbed Mya's shoulders. "WHO ARE YOU?! Since when can you—?! WHAT WAS THAT?!"
Mya blinked. "Mom says I'm not supposed to show off."
"THAT WASN'T SHOWING OFF, THAT WAS TERRIFYING!"
Mya shrugged. "They were bad guys. Bad guys get chopped."
Sarada swallowed hard. "…We should probably report this."
Inojin nodded numbly. "Yeah. Yeah, we definitely should."
Mya sighed dramatically. "Ugh. Paperwork."
Chōchō buried her face in her hands. "I am never babysitting again."