Title: Chōchō's Unexpected Babysitting Adventure (Part 4)
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Mya happily munched on her dango, swinging her legs under the table as if she hadn't just casually admitted to something horrifying.
"Oh, the Hokage knows," she said between chews. "I told you my mother won't let me out again. Because it's not the first time."
Chōchō's chopsticks slipped from her fingers. "…What."
Mya shrugged. "It's not my fault I ate their young master. How the hell was I supposed to know that a normal-looking egg was their young master?"
The table went dead silent.
Sarada's glasses cracked from the sheer force of her disbelief. "YOU ATE A PERSON?!"
Inojin looked like he was about to pass out. "An egg?! You ate someone's heir like it was BREAKFAST?!"
Mya pouted. "It was scrambled! And it was delicious!"
Chōchō's soul briefly left her body. "MYA. WHAT THE ACTUAL FU—"
Before she could finish, a shadow fell over their table.
"Mya Akimichi."
Everyone flinched. Standing behind them was none other than Shikamaru Nara, hands in his pockets, looking extremely done.
Mya sighed. "Haaa… I'm in trouble again, huh?"
Shikamaru pinched the bridge of his nose. "The Hokage wants to see you. Again."
"But I didn't do anything this time!" Mya whined. "They attacked me!"
Shikamaru gave her a flat look. "The four assassins you just turned to ash would disagree. If they still had heads."
Mya crossed her arms. "Well, they shouldn't have been bad guys then."
Chōchō, still in shock, weakly raised a hand. "Shikamaru… please tell me she didn't actually eat a person."
Shikamaru sighed. "Not a human person. But yes, she did consume the heir of a minor clan who… well, let's just say their reproduction cycle involves an egg stage."
Sarada's eye twitched. "That's barely better."
Mya huffed. "It was seasoned! If you didn't want me to eat it, you shouldn't have made it taste good!"
Shikamaru massaged his temples. "Troublesome." He reached down and grabbed Mya by the back of her shirt, lifting her like a misbehaving kitten. "Come on. Naruto's waiting."
Mya dangled limply, resigned to her fate. "Haaa… I told you I wouldn't be allowed out again."
As Shikamaru carried her off, the entire restaurant still frozen in stunned silence, Chōchō slowly turned to Sarada and Inojin.
"I need therapy."
Inojin nodded. "We all need therapy."
Sarada adjusted her cracked glasses. "…I'm telling Boruto about this. He won't believe us."