Chapter 46: Sanbō Motoyoshi – Relocating Once More
The enticing aroma of a freshly prepared meal wafted through the modest dwelling, reaching the nostrils of the elderly man seated in the living room. His stomach growled in response, and he discreetly swallowed his saliva, trying to maintain composure.
Uchiha Tonan emerged from the kitchen, carrying a tray laden with dishes. He meticulously arranged them on the low dining table: a succulent meat dish, two vegetable sides, a steaming bowl of miso soup, and two servings of rice.
After setting the table, Tonan turned to the old man and said with a gentle smile, "I prefer lighter flavors in my cooking. I'm not certain if it aligns with your palate, but would you care to try it?"
The old man's eyes widened in surprise and delight as he tasted the food. It had been years since he had enjoyed such a wholesome meal. He eagerly dug in, savoring each bite.
Tonan observed the man's enjoyment and, noticing his empty soup bowl, promptly refilled it. "Please, take your time. Eating too quickly might cause you to choke," he advised kindly.
He then began eating his own meal with practiced elegance. In his previous life, Tonan had honed his culinary skills, and after assimilating Uchiha Nanako's abilities, his cooking had reached new heights. The system he possessed valued such skills, recognizing cooking as an essential ability.
Understanding that older individuals often preferred milder flavors, Tonan had tailored the meal accordingly, and it seemed to resonate well with the elderly man's tastes.
"Grandfather, may I ask your name? I am Uchiha Tonan," he inquired respectfully.
The old man swallowed his food and responded with a hint of pride, "Sanbō Motoyoshi."
"Grandpa Motoyoshi, it's important to include more protein in your diet to maintain your strength," Tonan suggested, placing a tender piece of meat into Motoyoshi's bowl.
Motoyoshi narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the young man. "Your cooking is commendable, young fellow, but I can't afford to hire a personal chef."
Tonan shook his head, "I'm not in need of money, Grandpa."
Motoyoshi chuckled, "Not in need of money, huh? That makes sense for an Uchiha. I never thought your clan would produce someone as considerate as you."
He paused, his expression turning serious. "But let me tell you, young man, you're still inexperienced when it comes to finances. Money should be saved and not squandered. During the Warring States Period, many civilians and even shinobi starved to death."
Tonan tilted his head, feigning curiosity. "Shinobi starved to death?"
Motoyoshi nodded solemnly. "Shinobi are strong, but during times of war, without the protection of a large clan, even they struggled to find food. Crops were destroyed, and resources were scarce. Food became more valuable than explosive tags. Many had no choice but to serve powerful clans just to survive."
Tonan refilled Motoyoshi's soup bowl and asked thoughtfully, "Is that why you're so frugal, Grandpa Motoyoshi?"
Motoyoshi's gaze grew distant, and he sighed deeply. "That's not the only reason."
Sensing the old man's melancholy, Tonan chose not to press further. They continued their meal in comfortable silence.
After finishing, Tonan diligently washed the dishes and brewed a pot of tea for Motoyoshi before preparing to leave.
As he was about to step out, Motoyoshi called out, "Young man, you're a good person. If living alone feels lonely, you're welcome to stay here. There's a spare key in the shoe cabinet."
Tonan turned, a genuine smile on his face. "I have training this afternoon, but I'll move in tomorrow evening. I look forward to your guidance, Grandpa Motoyoshi."
With that, he departed. As he walked towards Kakashi's residence, his mind buzzed with thoughts.
"This old man was once an ANBU squad leader. His strength must have been formidable. If I can gain his recognition, I wonder how many abilities I'll inherit upon his passing. Judging by his age, that day might not be far off."
He pondered the mechanics of his inheritance system. "Does it grant me the abilities they possessed at the time of death, or at their peak? If it's the latter, then this could be a significant opportunity."
He considered the numerous elderly shinobi in Konoha who had survived countless battles. "Many of them must possess immense strength. Perhaps this is the true potential of my system."
A newfound determination filled him. Adjusting his glasses, he quickened his pace.
The following morning, before dawn broke, Motoyoshi awoke from his slumber. As is common with the elderly, his sleep was light, and he often rose early. He glanced around his empty room, thoughts drifting to Tonan.
"That young man must have gone on a mission this morning. He mentioned training in the afternoon and moving in tonight," he mused.
With effort, Motoyoshi climbed into his wheelchair and wheeled himself out of the bedroom. However, upon opening the door, he was met with an unexpected sight.
The once dimly lit living room now glowed warmly, thanks to newly installed fluorescent lamps. On the dining table sat two bowls of steaming porridge and three plates of side dishes.
Tonan sat seiza-style at the table, engrossed in a book.
Motoyoshi cleared his throat, "Ahem."
Tonan looked up, immediately rising to assist. He gently pushed Motoyoshi's wheelchair to the table. "Good morning, Grandpa Motoyoshi. The porridge is still hot; you might want to let it cool a bit."
Motoyoshi eyed the meal and then Tonan. "Did you come here this early just to cook for me?"
Tonan resumed his seat, adjusting his glasses. "I believe the morning hours are precious. Early birds catch the worm, after all."
Motoyoshi nodded appreciatively. "Indeed. That's a commendable mindset."
He observed Tonan with growing admiration. "If only he were my grandson. Obedient, diligent, and thoughtful. Truly a remarkable young man."
Curious, he asked, "What are you reading?"
Tonan replied without looking up, "I'm studying concealment and disguise techniques. I'll be undertaking various missions soon, and I want to ensure I don't become a liability to my team."
"Where did you get that book?" Motoyoshi inquired.
"From the bookstore in the shopping district," Tonan answered.
Motoyoshi frowned. "That place? Their books are filled with fluff. You won't learn much from them. If you have questions, feel free to ask me. I've completed numerous assassination missions in my time. Sharing my experiences is the least I can do for someone who takes such good care of me."
Tonan closed his book and looked at Motoyoshi sincerely. "I'm helping you because I want to, not for any reward."
Motoyoshi took a sip of porridge and said casually, "Regardless, if you have questions, ask away. What would you like to know?"
Tonan pondered for a moment before asking, "If I encounter a samurai, how can I earn his acknowledgment?"