When her gaze shifted to Choji, she saw him struggling to pull on a skirt that was clearly too small, grumbling in dissatisfaction:
“This skirt is too small, Chizhao, don’t you have a bigger one?”
The comical scene stimulated Chizhao’s nerves, and she finally couldn’t help but burst into laughter:
“Hahahaha, sorry Choji, I only have skirts in this size. Otherwise, just give up…”
Upon hearing the words “give up,” Choji’s eyes instantly became resolute. He gritted his teeth and shouted with determination:
“For barbecue! I will not give up!” After saying that, he made a hand sign in front of his chest and loudly declared:
“Transform!”
As a burst of smoke exploded, Naruko and Chizhao exchanged glances. When the smoke cleared, a familiar figure appeared before them.
“Pfft——”
Chizhao’s eyes widened, looking in shock at the familiar dead fish eyes and ponytail in front of her, almost spitting out all the breakfast she had eaten that morning.
“Now I’m wearing it. How is it? I look quite like Shikamaru, don’t I?”
Naruko was laughing so hard she was doubled over, tears streaming down her face:
“Hahahahaha, Choji, you really are a genius! Then I’ll also…”
Inspired by Choji, Naruko followed suit and began to transform again.
A premonition of ill omen instantly rose in Chizhao’s heart. When the smoke cleared, Sasuke’s handsome face appeared in the room, and he was also wearing Chizhao’s short skirt on his lower body.
This, this, this, this…
Chizhao was momentarily speechless, her mind still not reacting, frozen in place.
“How is it? Isn’t it exactly like Sasuke?”
Sasuke’s unique voice rang out, and he even put his hands on his hips, striking a rather alluring pose.
“Tch! Not as good as mine. Oh, what was that line again…?”
‘Shikamaru’ pretended to be profound, stroked his chin, lightly coughed, revealed his classic dead fish eyes, and said weakly:
“What a drag.”
Finally unable to hold back, Chizhao began to pound the ground with laughter: “Hahahahaha, it’s so similar! Absolutely amazing!”
‘Sasuke’ was not to be outdone, standing with his hands on his hips, looking defiant.
“My name is Uchiha Sasuke, don’t you forget it.”
“Ah hahahahaha!”
Sasuke in front of them, wearing a short skirt and looking so serious, was truly a rare sight. For a moment, laughter filled the room.
Chizhao’s stomach ached from laughing. She slowly leaned against the wall, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said, panting:
“If Sasuke and Shikamaru saw this, they would never let you two off.”
‘Shikamaru’ grabbed the potato chips from the table and crunched them in his mouth, making a “crunch, crunch” sound, saying nonchalantly:
“Don’t worry, Shikamaru won’t know.”
Naruto, who was eager to embarrass Sasuke, mischievously spun around with Sasuke’s face, his skirt flaring up, revealing glimpses of his underwear, which made Chizhao burst into laughter again.
“Hehehe, I think this is pretty good. Doesn’t that guy Sasuke like to show off so much! This time, let him show off to his heart’s content!”
Feeling that the situation was gradually getting out of control, Chizhao reined in her smile and pondered to herself.
They both can transform, but what about her?
If others saw them, she would not only have to cover for them but also bear the risk of being discovered and interrogated by Sasuke and Shikamaru?
Isn’t this digging a big hole for herself inadvertently?
“Do you two really want to do this? If you get caught, I’ll be in trouble too.” Chizhao looked at the two with concern.
“We’re just going to eat barbecue, not doing anything bad. We’ll go back to normal after eating. Don’t you want to eat barbecue, Chizhao?”
“Of course I do,” Chizhao sat back at the round table, her face full of seriousness:
“Then it’s agreed that we’re just going for barbecue, and no other unnecessary things! Otherwise, I won’t go with you.”
‘Shikamaru’ became anxious upon hearing this and quickly pulled ‘Sasuke’ to make a guarantee: “Don’t worry! We’ll only eat barbecue! We won’t do anything else unnecessary, right, Naruto!”
‘Sasuke’ nodded, smiling brightly:
“I’m just pretending to be that arrogant Sasuke, I won’t do anything else! And I haven’t had barbecue in a long time!”
Looking at the severely out-of-character ‘Sasuke’ and ‘Shikamaru’ in front of her, Chizhao sighed worriedly.
“You two had better pray you don’t run into them…”
To make the two less conspicuous, Chizhao tied pieces of fabric around their waists to cover their legs.
To avoid the awkward situation of being surrounded before even reaching the barbecue restaurant.
“This is good. You two are wearing other people’s faces now, so you’d better be low-key, understand!”
“Got it, got it!”
The ‘Sasuke’ in front of her nodded lively, making Chizhao feel a moment of disorientation.
And so, Chizhao, with a vigilant gaze, walked with them down the street, quickly heading towards the barbecue restaurant.
Along the way, Chizhao couldn’t help but ask curiously: “By the way, why does that barbecue restaurant have such a ridiculous event?”
When she turned her head to look at ‘Shikamaru,’ she suddenly realized he was actually Choji, and she smiled helplessly again.
‘Shikamaru’ thought for a moment and said, “I heard the owner wants to prove to his teacher that his barbecue is so delicious that people would still participate even if there were ridiculous events… I’m not entirely sure about the details…”
It seems he’s a fanatic who did these outrageous things to prove himself to his teacher…
Sasuke, standing beside them, had his arms crossed, and the fabric around his waist swayed as he walked, his fair calves occasionally exposed to the air.
This attracted many shy glances from girls, who frequently looked his way.
“Hey, Naruto, you’re walking with too much stride…”
Chizhao whispered a reminder, but ‘Sasuke’ smirked and winked at the whispering girls, causing them to shriek repeatedly.
Seeing that he wasn’t listening at all, Chizhao secretly pinched his arm. ‘Sasuke’ instantly retracted his gaze, grimacing:
“Ouch, ouch.”
“I told you to be more low-key!”
Before long, the three finally arrived at the entrance of the barbecue restaurant.
From a distance, a number of people were already queuing, waiting for the barbecue restaurant to open at noon.
Chizhao was also surprised to find that while boys wearing short skirts weren't many, there were enough to astonish her.
It seemed everyone wanted to take advantage of this “free meal event” to eat their fill.
“Ah?!!!”
Suddenly, ‘Sasuke’s’ exclamation came from beside her. Chizhao looked at him in confusion, only to see his face filled with shock, his gaze fixed on a figure not far ahead.
“What’s wrong?”
Following his gaze, a familiar back emerged from the crowd. That striking blonde hair, and the incongruous short skirt, made Chizhao freeze in place as well.
“Wait! Isn’t that Naruto?”
‘Shikamaru’ scratched his head, his gaze shifting back and forth between ‘Sasuke’ and ‘Naruto’:
“This… who is impersonating Naruto to participate in the event?”
“Damn it! I want to see who’s pretending to be me!”
‘Sasuke’ made a move to go and expose the person’s true identity but was pulled back by Chizhao.
“Hey, hey, hey! You’re ‘Sasuke’ now, not ‘Naruto’! You’re already impersonating someone else, so wouldn’t exposing someone else now just be shooting yourself in the foot?”
Upon hearing this, ‘Sasuke’ lowered his clenched fist but still looked displeased:
“Hmph! Then I’ll go see how well he’s impersonating me.”
Chizhao rubbed her temples, a headache brewing. What was supposed to be just a barbecue event had somehow turned into a game of “Werewolf”?
‘Sasuke’ moved past the crowd and slowly walked towards ‘Naruto.’ Chizhao, feeling uneasy, followed closely behind.
The ‘Naruto’ in front of them stood with his back to them. ‘Sasuke’ stepped forward lightly, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.
Immediately, Sasuke’s distinctive voice rang out casually, with a hint of playfulness:
“Yo! Naruto, I didn’t expect to see you here too?”
‘Naruto’ slowly turned around. The moment his gaze met ‘Sasuke’s,’ his expression changed drastically. His discomfort was evident, even showing a visible panic. He stammered:
“Sa… Sa… Sasuke…?”
“What’s wrong, Naruto-nii… Huh!?”
Suddenly, a small blonde girl with two pigtails sticking up popped out from behind ‘Naruto.’ When she saw Sasuke, she covered her mouth and gasped.
“What happened?”
Following that, a small boy with a runny nose, crooked glasses, and awkwardly wearing a skirt, curiously poked out his head.
‘Sasuke’ and Chizhao’s brows furrowed in unison, and a black line instantly dropped behind their heads.
The ‘Naruto’ wearing a skirt in front of them—they both knew who it was without guessing.
Konohamaru Sarutobi.
