Chapter 187: You don't want this to get out, do you?

Qianshou Feijian arrived at the Battlefield and naturally took over the battlefield command position.

The previous commander then became his Deputy Officer, responsible for relaying orders and offering suggestions.

Long-haired Strongman and Jin Jiao fell in battle, plunging the Cloud Hidden troops into complete chaos, leaving them leaderless for a time.

The battlefield commander was killed, and the Village's higher‑ups' orders were delayed; the Cloud Hidden ninja did not know what to do?

Qianshou Feijian seized the opportunity to lead Konoha ninja in a victorious pursuit, pushing the front line forward a hundred li in just a few days.

The remaining Cloud Hidden soldiers fled in disarray, without even a thought to resist; they only hoped the Village would surrender soon.

In reality, the Cloud Hidden Village's higher‑ups, upon learning the news, were already swamped with work.

They truly did not expect a war could cost them several Shadow-level Strongmen!

For such a long time, Cloud Hidden Village has not even nominated a candidate for Second Generation Raikage…

The few who were most vocal and most likely to become Raikage were all damn sacrificed on the battlefield.

The remaining ones are either too old or lack experience, making the heavy responsibility essentially untenable.

Moreover, with Konoha ninja pressing forward on the front line, if they do not surrender soon, the situation will become irreversible.

The Village's higher‑ups regret their past decisions; had they known it would turn out like this, they should not have attacked Fire Country…

Now the only option before them is surrender.

Cloud Hidden's higher‑ups are preparing to elect a Second Generation Raikage, then issue a surrender to Konoha Village.

"Cloud Hidden will surrender within three months."

Qianshou Feijian stood on the newly occupied watchtower, gazing at the hastily retreating Cloud ninja in the distance, his tone resolute.

The current Cloud Hidden Village has suffered heavy losses, nearly losing its qualification to contend with Konoha.

Holding on stubbornly brings no benefit; surrender is only a matter of time.

And all of this is thanks to…

Qianshou Feijian subconsciously glanced at the black‑haired youth beside him.

He saw Lian Ye with a thousand‑stem root clenched in his mouth, mumbling incompletely:

"Exactly, all High-End Combat Power is dead. What will they fight with? They can't possibly send an Eight-Tails Jinchuriki onto the battlefield, can they?"

Putting aside whether Cloud Hidden Village's jinchuriki have suppressed the Tailed Beast, even if they have, daring to send it to the battlefield is another matter…

If they truly force the jinchuriki out, the fun would be huge.

Then they'd have to ask Mizuto Ayi to go to the battlefield.

Qianshou Feijian gave him a sidelong glance: "You've been idle lately?"

Lian Ye immediately became alert, quickly spitting out the thousand‑stem root, "No, I've been busy lately!"

Before the words finished, he began to pretentiously scan the surroundings, as if searching for hidden Cloud Hidden ninja.

That old kid is again looking for an excuse to make himself cook; we must not let him get a foothold!

Cooking at home is one thing, but having to cook on the battlefield—how can anyone live like that?

And if this spreads, how will he survive in the Village afterward?!

The illustrious "Konoha Deadly Poison Master", a force that leaves Sand Hidden and Cloud Hidden unable to lift their heads, is secretly just a Chu Zi of the Qianshou family.

If people find out, it's social death!

Qianshou Feijian let out a light hum and said nothing more.

Did they think this means they don't have to cook?

This kid, so naive!

He has a hundred ways to make Lian Ye obediently cook.

Hope Lian Ye doesn't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink penalty wine.

For the past few months, he has been handling paperwork in the Village, directing the battlefield situation…

Every day he's swamped, with no time even to sleep; meals are just a quick bite of Soldier's Ration Pill.

Now that he's on the battlefield, can't he have a proper meal?

As everyone knows, commanding a battlefield is extremely taxing on the brain, requiring ample nutrition to replenish the drain.

When they return to camp, they must have this kid cook a meal to reward themselves!

It's not that he wants gourmet food, but that he needs to replenish nutrition.

As Hokage, maintaining good health is paramount; any malnutrition is unacceptable.

The Village still has many matters that require his handling.

Lian Ye noticed Qianshou Feijian's malicious gaze, always feeling that the old kid was scheming something.

Damn it, can't they still make him cook?

Just as Lian Ye had anticipated, the days ahead became especially "fulfilling".

During the day, he occasionally toured the front line, casually killing a few short‑sighted Cloud ninja.

Or he stayed at the camp studying the theory of the Flying Thunder God Technique; after half a year, he has mastered about seventy‑eight percent of it.

He is now one step closer to fully mastering the Flying Thunder God Technique.

As for the night…

"Kid, it's time to cook."

Qianshou Feijian's voice rang punctually outside the camp tent.

Because he became the Hokage's personal chef, Lian Ye's life has also dramatically improved.

From a three‑person tent originally to a one‑person tent now.

This greatly reduced the risk of exposure, and Lian Ye was fairly satisfied with that.

As long as Zhi Cun Tuan Cang and Xiaochun Zhuanqin didn't find out, it was fine...

Lian Ye went to Qianshou Feijian's tent, tied on an apron with a look of utter despair, and said through gritted teeth while chopping vegetables:

"The dignified Second Hokage, invincible on the battlefield, and all he thinks about day in and day out is eating!"

"Damn it, he really treats me like a cook!"

Qianshou Feijian listened to Lian Ye's grumbling, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

This kid has been getting more and more talkative lately.

But that's not a bad thing...

Much better than that evil Uchiha brat from before.

This time, Lian Ye prepared two portions of ingredients—one for the old man, and one for himself.

Since he was cooking anyway, he might as well make an extra portion for himself.

He hadn't even eaten dinner for the sake of this meal.

And so, a peculiar sight appeared at the Konoha Camp.

Every late night, the aroma of food would waft out from the Second Hokage's tent, spreading across most of the camp.

Some Konoha ninja awakened by the smell of food would always catch sight of Renya Jonin sneaking back to his own tent with a food box.

He thought he wouldn't be discovered...

But alas, good times never last, and in the end, the secret was exposed.

One dark and windy night, Yuanfei Rizhan and the others followed the scent and crept over to Lian Ye's tent.

"Yo, eating pretty well, huh?"

Seeing Yuanfei Rizhan suddenly appear, Lian Ye's hand jerked, and the grilled fish nearly fell to the ground.

He had been too absorbed in eating the grilled fish just now and hadn't noticed the commotion around him.

Now he was caught red-handed.

Right after, Zhi Cun Tuan Cang lifted the curtain: "Joy shared is joy doubled."

Uchiha Jing, Xiaochun Zhuanqin, and Mizuto Menyan filed in one after another.

Five pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the delicacies on the table.

Lian Ye: "..."

It was over. He'd been found out.

The thing he had worried about most had finally happened.

Yuanfei Rizhan said with a grin, "Lian Ye, that's not fair—you secretly cook for Teacher Feijian, but you won't cook for us."

Zhi Cun Tuan Cang added in a sinister tone, "Chef, you wouldn't want this to get out, would you?"

Lian Ye: "..."

This bunch of bastards, daring to threaten me!