Chapter 116: Shadow Clone Jutsu Has Issues

Qianshou Feijian Residence.

Lian Ye returned home and began preparing the necessities for heading to the Battlefield.

Kunai, Shuriken, Soldier's Ration Pill.

Looking at the Ninja Tool Bag brimming with Soldier's Ration Pills, Lian Ye gave a wry smile: "From now on, I'll have to eat this stuff again."

The Soldier's Ration Pill's texture is beyond words, but on the Battlefield there's no alternative.

He could never possibly start a fire and cook in such harsh conditions, could he?

If there were that time, it would be better to rest a bit longer.

On the Battlefield, the enemy can launch a surprise attack at any moment, making ample sleep almost impossible.

Every day someone must take turns standing watch to prevent enemy raids.

There's simply no time to cook…

Logically, the front line should have a cook to prepare meals, so they wouldn't be eating Soldier's Ration Pills constantly.

Soldier's Ration Pills are mainly used to restore stamina during missions.

It's just that previously, at the border, they had no cook, and lighting a fire would easily reveal their position, so they were forced to eat Soldier's Ration Pills for a month.

But the specifics won't be known until they reach the front line, and Lian Ye has never been to the front line.

If there's no cook, then they'll have to eat Soldier's Ration Pills.

He has no time to cook, and even if he had time, how could the ingredient issue be solved?

So he never even considered cooking.

Lian Ye put on his Headband, donned a black combat uniform, slung the Green Vest, and attached the Wuku to his waist.

After doing all that, he looked at the clock on the wall; there were still over forty minutes until assembly time.

"There's still time; I'll eat first and then go."

Lian Ye placed the Wuku back on the table and headed to the kitchen to continue handling the ingredients he hadn't finished.

We're about to go to the Battlefield; we must have a good meal!

Otherwise, there won't be a chance to eat later.

Don't get me wrong; I'm not cursing myself…

It's just that the conditions at the front line are harsh, and I can't keep eating gourmet food like now.

While there's still a chance, I must properly reward myself.

Lian Ye went to the stove, sliced the pork thinly, and tossed it with soy sauce, cooking wine, and a pinch of salt to marinate for a moment.

Then he flattened the green garlic, cut it into sections, and separated the white and green parts.

He poured rapeseed oil into the iron wok, waited until the oil reached about seventy percent heat, then added the white garlic first to sizzle, the golden oil droplets crackling.

The marinated pork slices were coated with a thin layer of starch, shaken off excess powder, and slipped into the wok; he quickly scattered them with chopsticks, the slices rapidly turning color and curling, releasing an enticing meat aroma.

Then he added the sliced green garlic, sprinkled a handful of salt and half a spoonful of bean paste.

That bean paste was something he had previously spent time making himself.

Immediately after, he stir‑fried over high heat a few times; the sauce aroma and garlic scent instantly melded, the pork slices became coated in a bright red sauce, glistening with oil in the wok.

Just before turning off the heat, he dripped a few drops of sesame oil; the wok of perfectly colored, fragrant, and tasty stir‑fried pork was completed.

Because time was limited, Lian Ye only made one dish.

Carrying a plate of pork slices to the table, he served a bowl of rice and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

There were fifteen minutes left until assembly, five minutes reserved for travel, leaving only ten minutes for the meal.

Lian Ye didn't hesitate and began to eat heartily.

The pork slices just out of the wok were scorching; the first bite, the hot sauce tingled his tongue.

He couldn't bother to blow, swallowing it whole with the rice, then lifted another chopstickful.

The chopsticks moved swiftly, the rice enveloping the pork slices as they went down his throat.

In less than ten minutes, Lian Ye was full.

Looking at the half‑remaining pork on the table, he sighed, "In such a short time, I probably won't get to eat a meal like this again."

On the front line, unless he's truly ravenous, he would never waste time cooking.

He'd only made one dish, yet it took nearly half an hour—truly a waste of time.

On the Battlefield, there's no that much time to waste.

Lian Ye has never been on the Battlefield; he guesses everything based on the worst‑case scenario, which is bound to be correct.

If it isn't as cruel as he imagines, having time to cook wouldn't be a problem.

If it truly is as he thinks, then they'll eat Soldier's Ration Pills.

Although Lian Ye is quite picky about food, in war he can only compromise; surviving is the most important thing.

The next priority is enjoying gourmet food…

Lian Ye stood up, looked at the half‑remaining pork on the table, and prepared to send it to that old kid Qianshou Feijian.

There's not enough time now; delivering it personally is impossible.

Let the Shadow Clone Jutsu deliver the meal.

Actually, he didn't want to use the Shadow Clone Jutsu, but with no time, this was the only option.

In recent years he has hardly ever used the Kage Bunshin no Jutsu.

Because his clones have some issues…

Lian Ye formed a hand seal with both hands and produced a Shadow Clone.

"Take the food to Uncle Feijian."

The Shadow Clone heard this and, with a mocking grin, said, "Yo yo yo, still Uncle Feijian~ The original is quite fond of that old kid."

"Looks like you two have really developed feelings. When will you start calling each other father? Want me to call for you?"

Hearing the Shadow Clone Jutsu's sarcastic remark, Lian Ye's face went black, already knowing this situation would arise.

"Ha ha, you're in a hurry, you're…"

Without waiting for him to speak, Lian Ye dispelled the Shadow Clone Jutsu.

"Got it, another top‑grade one appears."

He created another Shadow Clone Jutsu, and fortunately this clone caused no trouble.

Without Lian Ye's order, it began packing the meal into the Food Box.

Lian Ye, seeing this, nodded in satisfaction.

Realizing time was running out, he picked up the Wuku on the table, turned and left.

Lian Ye is the squad leader; a low‑level mistake like being late must never be made.

The Shadow Clone Jutsu watched Lian Ye's departing back, its hand motion halted, its face showing confusion: "The original seems very concerned about Qianshou Feijian."

Logically, as a clone, it should share the original's thoughts.

But for some reason, Lian Ye's clone seemed to have issues, especially regarding matters about Qianshou Feijian, becoming highly rebellious.

That is also why, over the years, he has been reluctant to use Shadow Clone Jutsu.

……

Hokage Office.

The Shadow Clone Jutsu kicked the office door open with a foot.

Qianshou Feijian, who was handling documents, frowned at the noise, but when he saw the newcomer was Lian Ye, his brows instantly relaxed.

"Lian Ye, why are you here?"

However, he quickly realized it was only a Shadow Clone Jutsu.

Seeing the Food Box in the clone's hand, Qianshou Feijian's mouth twitched upward slightly.

Did you make yourself a meal deliberately before heading to the Battlefield?

The clone's next words instantly froze the smile on his face.

"Old thing, the food's been delivered to you; eat slowly, don't choke to death."

The clone placed the Food Box heavily on the table, and before Qianshou Feijian could react, it vanished with a bang.

Only Qianshou Feijian remained, staring at the Food Box on the table, his eyelids twitching wildly.

——————

Muye Dameng.

As the clone voluntarily cancelled, Lian Ye received this memory, helplessly placing a hand on his forehead.

"This guy isn't a pushover."

Looks like it's better to use Shadow Clone Jutsu sparingly in the future…

As for the Shadow Clone Jutsu matter, I'll explain it to Qianshou Feijian later.

At this moment, Zhi Cun Tuan Zang and Zhuan Qin Xiaochun were already waiting at the doorway.

The three of them slipped out of Konoha Village under the cover of night.

ps: Thanks to the great Qianshou Feijian Hui Tu Zhuan for the divine certification!

Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival; do you think I can really make it to the sixth watch? I have no saved script.

Now I'm short twelve chapters, eee…