"Hmm~"
As she pondered, Hinata drifted off to sleep.
The night passed just like that.
The next morning, the first thing Lin Mo did upon waking was to claim the reward for completing yesterday's diary mission.
"Oh, it's actually this Ninjutsu."
"My luck is through the roof!"
After practicing for a while, this Shadow Clone Jutsu can even be upgraded to Multiple Shadow Clones.
This isn't just drawing one Ninjutsu; it's practically drawing a luxury gift package.
If he accumulates more Chakra in the future, he can also use a human-wave tactic like Naruto, sending Shadow Clones to learn Ninjutsu, and he can benefit from it too.
This is simply a divine artifact for a comeback, incredibly wonderful.
"So comfortable."
He recorded this good news in his diary, humming a tune as he left the house.
"Hahaha."
Seeing this familiar opening, the women who had already opened their diaries, regardless of their usual temperaments, all rolled their eyes.
But strangely, their moods had actually improved significantly.
They continued reading, wanting to know what this transmigrator was so happy about now.
"I got another card of Chakra, learned the Shuriken Shadow Clone Jutsu, I've become stronger, and my hair is still there."
"Excluding Kamui, I can now contend with the Five-Five Split. I need to let him taste my master's power properly."
"It's a pity, the teleportation distance increased from five thousand meters to nearly eight thousand meters, but it's still far from the ten thousand meters I imagined. It's barely enough to go to Konoha Village, so I still have to be cautious when doing things, sigh~"
The girls: What is this?
They understood Chakra, but what exactly is this "one card" unit?
This diary is too magical; it actually allowed Lin Mo to learn a Ninjutsu all at once.
The rank of a Ninjutsu doesn't represent its power, but it indicates the difficulty of learning it.
And who is "Five-Five Split"? What the hell is "Kamui"? What does "savoring master's love" mean?
Why does this transmigrator speak so strangely?
The last line of Versailles, is he serious?
The girls mumbled to themselves, about to close the diary.
They thought, Lin Mo is a teacher at the Ninja Academy, so he probably wouldn't write in his diary during work hours.
Even if he did, they could still read it together at night.
But just as they were about to close it, new content appeared in the diary.
"My xiaolongbao, glutinous rice, jianbing guozi, jiangxiangbing..."
"Life is like this, there are only a few good things to eat, not even breakfast."
"Oh, and I have to prepare lunch bentos in advance. This is really bad luck."
"Fortunately, I set up a foodie persona for a variety show before, and my cooking skills are decent enough to cook for myself, but today I don't have time."
"I'm so miserable!"
Lin Mo's happy mood from winning the award immediately vanished.
Because he circled the Village and couldn't find a single breakfast shop.
It was then that he suddenly realized that Konoha Village had a Japanese cultural background.
In their eyes, there was no difference between breakfast and dinner, and the ingredients were similar, so there was no need to go out to eat. Also, it was usually the housewife who cooked all meals for the day.
If Lin Mo wanted to eat out, he would go to a restaurant to buy some staples and one main dish with three soups. Occasionally, he might get breakfast made by the shop owner, but it was always sushi, salmon, desserts, things he wasn't used to eating.
"I must make Kyushu cuisine dominate the Ninja World."
Lin Mo, filled with resentment, walked into a shop and bought bread and milk.
As a bachelor, not even being able to eat breakfast in the morning made him quite depressed.
"Pfft~"
The girls seemed to imagine Lin Mo's desperate expression and couldn't help but laugh.
Although they hadn't heard of names like jiangxiangbing or jianbing guozi, they knew they were food.
Simply put, the Land of Fire's produce was the most abundant in the Ninja World, while the Land of Wind was particularly barren. If people from Konoha moved to Sunagakure to live, it would be equivalent to entering a culinary desert.
For food lovers, this was indeed quite miserable.
What surprised them was that Lin Mo could actually cook, which was a rare skill among men.
As for terms like variety show, persona, or 'little Japan,' they didn't understand them and didn't pay much attention.
"You look down on Konoha's breakfast so much; when I get a chance, I'll have to try those good things you mentioned." A girl swallowed a dumpling in one bite.
"Heh, Lin Mo-sensei forgot to bring his bento today. Why don't I take this opportunity to get close to him, and then slowly inquire if there are any excellent gentlemen in the Ninja World in the future." Ino's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning.
"Lin Mo-sensei won't go hungry at noon, will he?"
A hint of worry flashed in Hinata's clear eyes as she pondered whether to bring an extra bento from home.
Last night, in a moment of impulse, she had a big ramen meal using Lin Mo-sensei's money.
"Aunt Rinrei, can I have another bento?"
After a moment of thought, Hinata found Hyuga Rinrei, who was in charge of the main family's meals.
"What?" Hyuga Rinrei was stunned. "Young Miss, one isn't enough?"
Hinata's bento had always been much larger than others'; was it still not enough?
"..." Hinata's cheeks flushed slightly.
She had originally intended to bring one for Lin Mo, but to be honest, she herself usually didn't eat enough.
"I... it's for someone else," Hinata whispered.
"Oh, Young Miss."
Hyuga Rinrei just asked casually and didn't care why Hinata wanted an extra one.
How dare she disobey the orders of the Young Miss of the main family?
"Thank you, Aunt Rinrei."
Hinata took the bento with a flushed face and left, but after a few steps, she suddenly stopped.
She opened her diary and found that new content had been added.
"No, a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen. I should still find a good wife, pass on my cooking skills to her, and then I can enjoy life."
"The cooking skills of a French handsome man, the life of a Kyushu man – the most longed-for state for a man."
"There are many good girls in the Ninja World, perfect to marry and bring home as wives."
"Let me think, who is the most suitable?"
!
All the girls were stunned.
Although they were Ninja, the education and environment they grew up in still made them believe that a woman's best destiny was marriage, to be a good wife and loving mother.
Lin Mo came from another world and knew the Ninja World like the back of his hand.
To gain his approval, wouldn't that be equivalent to gaining affirmation from another world?
This made them take it extremely seriously.
"Hinata is quite suitable, but she's too young; Ino is also good, but too green; Tenten is both suitable and rich, but a bit young; Karin is also too young and suffering in the Grass Hidden Village, I need to find a way to rescue her."
As soon as these words came out, the girls whose names were mentioned couldn't sit still.
"I... can I be a good wife?"
Hinata held the bento box, feeling a bit dazed, but warmth filled her heart.
Lin Mo's words not only showed he liked her but also affirmed her.
To be chosen as the most suitable person to be a wife in the Ninja World, this was the greatest compliment to a woman!
She had lived this long and this was the first time she had received genuine affirmation from someone else, and it was about the matter women valued most.
"I can't give up." Hinata's eyes were firm as she cheered herself on.
I absolutely cannot waste this opportunity to be recognized!
"Wow, I didn't expect Lin Mo-sensei to also fancy me, and he even said I'm the most suitable." Ino clapped her hands, instantly firming up her inner decision.
She planned to cook a meal for Lin Mo to observe this interesting "transmigrator" up close.
After all, someone from another world must be particularly interesting, right?
She rushed to her mother, anxiously saying, "Mom, quickly teach me how to cook."
Mrs. Yamanaka looked puzzled: "You? Cook?"
"That's right, starting today, I'm going to learn to cook properly."
"Who are you planning to cook for, Uchiha Sasuke?"
"Oh, Mom, don't underestimate me. I'm not going to fight Sakura over those meaningless things anymore. Although Sasuke is handsome, he's ultimately an immature boy."
"So, you've taken a liking to some older man?"
"Mom!!!"
"Haha, let me guess, is it Lin Mo-sensei?"
"Wow, Mom, how did you know? Do you have mind-reading abilities?"
"Ino, Mom has been through it all. Lin Mo-sensei is so handsome, young, and gentle, and he's also a teacher. Which girl wouldn't be moved?" Mrs. Yamanaka showed a gossipy expression.
Ino Yamanaka looked bewildered: ??
Inoichi Yamanaka, who was watching the drama, was even more full of question marks: ???
"? I'm in it too?"
Outside Konoha Village, a young girl wearing a pink Kyushu traditional qipao, paired with a short top, and her hair styled in a Kyushu traditional bun, casually threw out a scroll.
The scroll opened, and thousands of kunai flew out, instantly annihilating a dozen blood-soaked bandits nearby.
But her attention was entirely on the diary in her other hand.
She was Tenten.
"This transmigrator teacher is quite interesting." Tenten showed her white teeth, smiling with narrowed eyes, and said, "I can't let others know about the existence of this diary, and the contents of the diary must not be spoken casually."
"If there are questions and curiosities, I can only investigate them myself."
"It's quite exciting."
At the same time, in a small house in Kusagakure.
A red-haired girl's eyes suddenly lit up: "He actually... actually mentioned me."
"If he can say that, is it because he saw that I would be a good wife and loving mother in the future?"
"So, I can really get married in the future?"
A ray of light suddenly shone into the dark place in her heart.
And this ray of light was brought by a person named Lin Mo.
At this moment, a warm hand gently rested on her head, and a gentle and doting voice said, "Karin, don't be afraid."
"They promised me that as long as I help them wholeheartedly, they won't harm you."
"You work hard to become stronger, and you will definitely find happiness in the future."
Karin suddenly looked up, her eyes sparkling with an unprecedented brilliance: "Mom, I really believe you."
The red-haired woman, whose hair was slightly dry and yellow, was momentarily stunned.
Her daughter was usually so gloomy; why had she suddenly become so proactive and positive this time?
"Mom, you rest well, Karin will go cook for you."
She smiled and stood up, walking quickly towards the kitchen.
But she didn't rush to start cooking; instead, she first placed the diary on the ground, knelt down, and prayed devoutly: "Lord Transmigrator Lin Mo, since you know of my existence, you must also understand my past and future."
"Karin begs you to save me and Mom."
"I swear to repay your kindness with this life, no, with all eternity."
"I will learn to cook well and be a good wife."
...After the prayer, Karin then got up and started cooking seriously.
But Lin Mo was completely unaware of all this.
He was holding a piece of bread in his mouth, a bottle of milk in his hand, and his mind was still constantly conceptualizing something.
"I still need to find a girl of a similar age."
As soon as these words came out, many older women became excited.
They had originally thought that the future would be dominated by young girls.
"Anko Mitarashi? Eating is definitely not a problem, but if she gains weight, she definitely wouldn't want to be a cook, nor does she have the talent."
"Wuwuwu~"
Anko was eating dumplings while flipping through the diary when her eyes suddenly widened. Because she ate too fiercely, she was directly choked by a dumpling, her face turning crimson, even starting to turn purple.
She struggled for a long time to swallow the dumpling, and fire was almost spewing from her eyes.
She, Anko Mitarashi, didn't die raising snakes, nor did she die during Orochimaru's rebellion and purge, but she almost choked to death on her favorite dumplings.
And the culprit behind all this was actually Lin Mo.
"I'll become a big fat woman in the future?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Roaring in her heart, Anko Mitarashi put on her jacket and rushed towards the Ninja Academy.
She had to ask for an explanation; how could she possibly become a big fat woman?
"Yūgao Uzuki? She's truly beautiful. She'd definitely be suitable as a sword Hime's bodyguard, but her cooking talent is hard to say."
"Ha." Yūgao Uzuki smiled.
This evaluation was much better than that of Anko Mitarashi in her class.
"But this guy writes such unreliable things in his diary; can he be a good teacher?"
"I'll investigate for Hokage-sama."
As soon as her voice fell, Yūgao Uzuki's figure flickered and disappeared.
"Shizune? She does a good job as a secretary and doctor. Her cooking talent is still uncertain, but being able to stay by Tsunade's side for so long, it shouldn't be bad. Pending."
"Tsunade? Haha, am I dreaming? Otherwise, I'd be overjoyed by now."
"Pfft."
In a restaurant, Shizune, who was reading the diary, couldn't help but laugh.
But feeling a sharp gaze, she immediately stopped and said indignantly, "Lady Tsunade, this Genin actually dares to evaluate you like that. Should we return to the Village and teach him a lesson?"
Shizune's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
She especially wanted to meet that "transmigrator," but she was even more concerned about her hometown, which she had been away from for over a decade.
"Should we return to the Village?"
Tsunade didn't immediately object as usual this time; instead, her eyes showed some * *.
But just as Shizune thought there was a turning point, Tsunade slammed her hand on the table.
"No, I'd rather be beaten and die outside than set foot in Konoha again!"
"What transmigrator? He's just providing some amusement for that old stubborn man."
"Hmph, let's go, Shizune!"
Tsunade slammed the table and stood up, putting on her jacket with the large character "Gambling" written on it, and walked out without looking back.
Shizune first paid the bill, then, holding Tonton the pet pig, hurriedly followed: "Lady Tsunade, where are we going?"
"To * *, of course."
Shizune: "..."
I asked for nothing, didn't I?