"Do you feel like the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki seems a little different?"
An ANBU secretly watching Naruto observed him walking alone.
Suddenly, they sensed that Naruto had changed after the blow to his head.
Another ANBU felt the same.
"Yes, but I can't exactly describe how."
'A little strange.'
They communicated using secret codes: Di four one, Group zero.
They couldn't understand why, only record it.
Naruto didn't know where these ANBU were, but he knew his recent actions had been observed.
He didn't care.
After all, he was still just a kid. No action of his would draw too much attention.
This invisibility was his greatest advantage.
He could do extraordinary things while appearing normal.
As long as he showed no desire to escape or take revenge on Konoha, nothing would happen.
Naruto plotted in secret.
He had to take advantage of his current position to grow.
In the original story, Naruto sought attention with mischief, losing valuable time to develop.
Moreover, the Nine-Tails' chakra interfered with his own chakra.
Now, he felt he could change that.
But he hadn't forgotten the most important thing: filling his stomach.
While walking, he realized that if the village wouldn't sell him anything, he could search for food in nature.
Konoha was surrounded by forests, mountains, and streams; maybe he could hunt some animals.
Although he didn't know how, he recalled survival documentaries from his previous life.
At that moment, he remembered in-depth animal-trapping techniques!
He mastered survival and trapping skills at the level of experts like Bear Grylls and Dexter.
He could create traps for any environment, greatly increasing his chances of success.
Naruto felt like an old mountain hunter.
He quickly found materials and built three simple traps with branches.
Then he walked through the forest again, carefully following animal tracks.
He placed the traps strategically and masked his scent with plants.
The trap was ready.
He didn't want to wait hours to see if they worked, so he decided to act again.
He saw fish swimming happily in a nearby stream.
He couldn't resist: he had to catch some to eat.
He looked around but found no fishing rods or lines.
He recalled the harpoons from documentaries in his previous life and mentally mastered underwater fishing techniques.
He felt like an old fisherman.
He found suitable branches, carved a harpoon, and waded into the water.
The cold made him shiver, but he quickly adapted.
He observed the fish and applied his technique: approach calmly, assess direction and speed, and strike with ruthless precision.
A few minutes later, he speared his first fish.
Success! He would never have to pay the Konoha shopkeeper again.
During the waiting hours for his traps, he caught seven or eight fish, enough for a week.
Then he checked the traps.
Of the three, two caught prey: hares weighing two or three kilograms each.
"Ha ha!" Naruto laughed joyfully.
Finally, he could enjoy a pure, wild feast.