"Seriously? Is there really such great food in the ninja world?" Jiraiya wasn't convinced, eyeing Satori Hyūga with suspicion.
Military Rations Pills had been around since the Warring States period as essential provisions for armies during campaigns.
After so many years, no one had ever claimed to replace their value.
Satori crossed his arms proudly. "Just because something doesn't exist in the ninja world doesn't mean I can't create it."
"I trained under Professor Orochimaru and mastered his research techniques, which led to these results."
Jiraiya scoffed slightly, still refusing to accept. "I don't buy it. Orochimaru spends all day buried in his lab doing research, but I've never seen him produce anything significant. What kind of miracle could you—a little kid—possibly come up with?"
It wasn't disbelief—it was the sheer improbability of a child so young producing something so valuable.
A kid under ten producing something so precious seemed utterly impossible.
Seeing Jiraiya's disbelief, Satori met his gaze and said, "Then let's make a bet. If I actually deliver results, you'll agree to grant me one favor."
"Don't worry, this time it will be something small—something you definitely can accomplish."
Upon hearing this, Jiraiya immediately agreed. "Fine, I'll see what kind of miraculous thing you plan to create that rivals the Military Rations Pill."
The wager was set, and Satori secured another promise from Jiraiya, his lips curving upward smugly.
He retrieved a Sealing Scroll from beneath his robes, formed a hand seal with his fingers, and instantly summoned a compact two-meter-tall machine.
This was a specially crafted oil-extraction device invented by Satori, capable of pressing fat cell chunks from petri dishes into usable oil.
Additionally, the machine came equipped with a filtration system to refine the oil, removing traces of Satori's genetic material embedded in the fat cells.
The result of this process transformed the oil from pale yellow into pale white, but it came at the cost of significantly reduced energy output.
Nonetheless, unlike supplements specifically tailored for Satori, this product could now be safely used by almost anyone.
"See? This is my scientific achievement," Satori pointed at the pale white oil, pouring a small amount into a bowl.
He led the other three into the factory building, poured the pale white oil into the machine, and processed a new batch of instant noodles.
As soon as the new instant noodles appeared, Jiraiya, Kushina, and Minato Namikaze were visibly amazed.
As ninja, they immediately felt a primal urge stirred by the faint scent—a powerful hunger, as if before them lay some sort of rare treasure.
"Why does this look so familiar?" Jiraiya asked suspiciously, staring at the residual oil on the noodles, feeling like he'd seen it somewhere before.
Oil.
Frog oil perhaps?
The colors differed, yet both contained similar energies.
One originated from natural energy, while the other resembled chakra.
"It's just refined and cultured ninja fat cells processed into oil. You should recognize it, shouldn't you?" Satori explained.
Jiraiya's brows furrowed deeply, his expression turning serious as he stared at Satori, saying gravely, "You're using ninja cells—have you been conducting human experimentation?"
A terrifying pressure radiated from him, filling the air with a suffocating sense of dread.
Human experimentation was an absolute taboo, considered a grave disrespect and desecration of life. If discovered, the perpetrator would immediately become public enemy number one.
Although Jiraiya often appeared cheerful and laid-back, he deeply detested such inhumane experiments.
Orochimaru was once held in high esteem, yet the moment his human experiments were exposed, he became a hunted man.
This was a bright red line—no one was allowed to cross it.
Of course, behind closed doors, most villages quietly conducted such practices.
"Professor Jiraiya, Satori Hyūga definitely wouldn't do something like this." Minato Namikaze stepped forward in Satori's defense.
Kushina also stepped forward, chiming in, "Yeah, if he had done that, he surely wouldn't have told you about it."
Facing Jiraiya's questioning, Satori calmly replied, "Of course it's not human experimentation. I'm not so reckless as to dare doing something like that."
"Then where did the ninja cells come from?"
"They're extracted from my own body. After all, I myself am a ninja. Using my own cells shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"I see," Jiraiya nodded slightly, his oppressive aura instantly dissipating.
He could tell Satori wasn't lying—if it wasn't human experimentation, then there was no issue.
So it was just extracting fat from his own cells to make food, right?
Wait…
Food?
Jiraiya's face stiffened as he suddenly figured out the horrifying truth.
He pointed at the creamy white substance and said, "You actually turned your own body fat into food and sold it for others to eat!"
As soon as those words left his mouth, Minato's eyes twitched violently, and he looked at Satori in disbelief.
Even thick-skinned Kushina caught on and stared at the pale white substance in horror.
Satori looked at the three of them with exasperation, trying to reassure them, "It's just cultivated unconscious meat chunks derived from my cells."
"And besides, after multiple filtration stages, it barely even relates to my original cells anymore. At most, it's just the source material."
He didn't see it as a big issue.
After all, he used it daily himself, as a chakra supplement, and hadn't felt any discomfort or nausea at all.
If people could consume toad oil, why couldn't they accept his oil?
But clearly, his thinking was different from others'. Jiraiya firmly opposed the idea, "You've *really* crossed the line this time! Making food out of your own body fat?"
The mere thought sent chills down his spine.
Thankfully, nothing had actually happened yet—he still had time to stop it. He hadn't even tasted it himself.
Jiraiya glared furiously at Satori, his voice sharp with anger. "I absolutely won't allow you to use oil made from your own cells. You know what? Why must it be made into instant noodles? Couldn't you just incorporate it into Military Rations Pills instead?"
Thanks to his powerful sensory abilities, Jiraiya could sense that this unique fat possessed tremendous potential and effects.
If it hadn't come from Satori himself, he might have been tempted to try it.
Satori replied, "Isn't this exactly for promoting my brand of instant noodles?"
"If I turn it into Military Rations Pills, there's no point. I'd prefer to just keep using it as a chakra supplement."
"For this reduced version of oil, Satori Hyūga had truly made the decision only after careful consideration.
Yet seeing Jiraiya and the others wearing conflicted expressions, Satori began contemplating again.
"Is oil cultivated from my own fat cells really that disturbing? Why didn't Professor Orochimaru mention anything about it?"
"If that's truly the case, then I'll have to find an alternative source of fat cells, preferably not from human bodies anymore."
"Body cells from ninjas won't work, so maybe I should try ninja beasts instead. The one with the most fat must be the ninja boar."
Satori let his thoughts wander as he prepared to search for substitute fat cells.
He wasn't someone who ignored advice—humility was one of his strengths.
"Well then," Satori sighed, "since you can't accept it, I'll just figure out how to switch to ninja beast fat cells instead."
Hearing his words, Jiraiya, Minato Namikaze, and Kushina finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The three exchanged glances, feeling immensely relieved."
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