This choice: Naruto bulking up the wrong way. • Go Back... “Hey kid, why so down?”
A series of slurps, gulps and grunts followed his inquiry, and a fond sigh left Teuchi Ichiraku.
“I've known you for years Naruto, but that doesn't mean I can understand you any better while you're stuffing your face.” He glanced at the increasing stack of bowls. “That, and you never eat this much unless you're competing against someone, or you're upset for some reason.”
Another series of slurps, then one massive gulp saw the end of the ramen-bowl's content, the blonde setting it down with a sheepish grin, which was soon followed by a burp.
“Sorry.” He said, his hands settling atop his stuffed gut, the full globe pressing harshly against his jacket. “It's just, I've been trying to beef up for a while, ya know, get bigger. Nothing I've done seem to be helping though.” He reached for the bowl the ramen owner put before him, his gut pleading for mercy, yet also pleading for more of that delicious ramen.
“Well, I can't really say that I'm an expert on that... Have you tried asking your teacher.”
“Mhm.” He grunted, slurping down his ramen. He paused for a moment, “And he didn't really have any tips to give, just 'do your exercises' which I've been doing for years, and they're not really helping me with getting any bigger.” And then he went back to his already half-empty bowl.
“Well, that's a shame.” Filling up another bowl, he slid it towards the gorging boy, stacking the now empty bowl atop the tower the blonde was creating. “Have you tried asking any of your friends? Maybe they've got some tips.”
A grunt left the boy before he cleared his mouth. “I did, and I'm really grateful for their help, though they didn't really do much, their tips that is.” Another moutful of ramen. “Chouji's training really only helps people of his clan, ya know, with getting them all gigantic and stuff, and Kiba's method really only helps you get more in synch with your animal partner. Was a lot of meat in his diet apparently.” And then straight back into the bowl he dived.
“A lot of meat, eh...” Something was coming back to him as he stirred the large pot of broth. “They've probably got a special diet for their more intense moves, those clans.”
“Yeah.” Slurp. “Apparently, they take a lot of energy, not only chakra but also energy from their body, and I can believe that. I mean, they turn into giants and great wolf-beasts, awesome stuff like that has gotta take a lot of energy!”
“A lot of energy... Like calories...?” Teuchi mumbled to himself as he put the rest of the ramen in an extra large bowl and gave it to Naruto, ignoring the way the zipper on the gorging teen's jacket was slowly being pried apart by the boy's growing globular gut.
“Give me a moment, I think I have something back here.” A grunt was his answer, and he shook his head in fond exasperation. Entering the back room, he searched through a few drawers before finding what he was looking for. Taking a quick look through the small book, he gave a nod to himself, satisfied that his inkling was correct.
Leaving the back room, he came upon a dopily smiling teen, the boy's hands resting comfortably atop the overfilled, exposed stomach, jacket having given up the fight with the growing mass with that last bigger serving.
“Satisfied?”
“Oh yeah.” A burp left the blonde, one of his hands softly massaging the tight skin.
“That's good to hear. Take this.” The blonde took the book in his hands, looking at it before looking at the aging man, the question clear on his face.
“It's a copy of a cookbook my father made, filled with recipes that he used when he served his clients. I didn't go into the same food-making industry as him though, so I never got much, if any use of it.” He knocked on the hard cover the book wore. “If that there can't help beef you up to a bigger size, then I honestly have no idea if anything ever will.”
“Oh.” Giving the book another glance, he soon sent a blinding smile towards the ramen chef. “Thank you so much, old man Ichiraku! I'll definitely try this out for a while!”
A nod and a smile was given back. As the blonde slowly stood from his seat, the chef gained his attention one more time.
“Just a quick warning that basically all of the recipes in that book is really heavy, so don't expect to exercise right after your meal. In fact, I would recommend a short nap after the meals.”
“I'll keep that in mind.” With another smile, and a small bundle of cash left on the counter, the blonde unsteadily made his way homewards, Teuchi finally moving the tower of bowls over to the sink.
“I wonder if I should have told him that my father's clients were traditionally people that needed to gain a large amount of weight in a very short amount of time... Ehh.” He shrugged, starting on cleaning the bowls. “The kid needs to get some meat on his bones, and the extra poundage'll probably help him punch crooks harder.” Happy with that, and his mind at peace, he slowly worked at the dishes through the night.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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