Shinichi could not help but feel doubtful. Ever since advancing to Chunin, he had already attempted to study basic Sealing Jutsu. Later, after becoming a Jonin, he had also come into contact with deeper content.

But whether it was Chunin or Jonin, there was basically no difference in his efficiency when learning Sealing Jutsu.

This inevitably made Shinichi think that, just as weapon techniques were categorized under the Swordsman profession system, highly specialized and ancient skills like Sealing Jutsu were likely also categorized by the system into older, more specialized profession branches.

For example, shrine maidens or priests.

Clarity gradually emerged in Shinichi’s heart.

It seemed that specialized talents in certain fields were not assigned based on which profession currently used the technique most powerfully or most commonly. Instead, they were rooted in history and culture, deeply bound to the professions that originally created the technique and relied on it as their core foundation for survival over long periods.

Just like the samurai of the Land of Iron. In terms of practical application skills for various weapons, they might not necessarily surpass ninjas in today’s Shinobi World, yet the specialized talents related to weapon skills still belonged to the Swordsman profession system.

Having figured this out, Shinichi shook his head and temporarily suppressed his many chaotic thoughts.

He stood up again and pushed open the door of the room, then walked toward the courtyard.

The Flying Thunder God Technique was marvelous, but it was not an urgent matter at present.

The acquisition of space-time talents and Sealing Jutsu talents also required long-term planning and waiting for the proper opportunity.

Right now, solidifying his foundation, enlarging the snowball of Perseverance, further perfecting his Fire Style Nintaijutsu, and generating and upgrading more talents, these were what he should devote himself to with full effort, the clearest and most effective... path to becoming stronger.

......

That evening, in the western part of Konoha, at the thriving Aji No Takumi Restaurant.

Inside the spacious hall, every seat was already occupied, packed densely with people.

Seated at the main table beside her father, Shinku Yuhi, Kurenai Yuhi widened her beautiful crimson eyes while scanning the astonishing scene before her in disbelief.

There were Uchiha, Hyuga, Kurama, Aburame, Inuzuka, basically every major ninja clan in the village she could think of had arrived, while even more were ninjas of civilian origin.

Whether from ninja clans or civilians, they were all uniformly Chunin, among them even including quite a few Jonin.

Adding in Shizune from their Team 10, Kakashi, Rin, Obito from Team 7, as well as Might Guy and other peers, a rough glance revealed that all three floors of the Aji No Takumi restaurant had gathered no fewer than a thousand people!

Moreover, among these nearly a thousand people, aside from their small circle that had relationships with Shinichi as classmates or friends, the overwhelming majority seemed to share a similar identity.

To varying degrees, they had all once possessed direct or indirect subordinate relationships with Shinichi Higashino. Some had been members under his leadership, some comrades who fought alongside him in the same battle, and some subordinates who had carried out missions under his command.

’Shinichi already...’

Kurenai Yuhi’s heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

She knew Shinichi was powerful, knew his military achievements were illustrious, knew he had many friends and was well-liked.

But only now, witnessing with her own eyes this grand scene that crossed clan barriers, integrated civilian elites, encompassed every level from Genin to Jonin, and even included some wounded personnel wrapped in bandages who had still forced themselves to come, this enormous gathering brought together solely because of the name Shinichi Higashino, did she truly, directly, and shockingly realize for the first time... 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Just how good Shinichi’s popularity was, or rather, how enormous his influence had become!

Shizune, seated beside her, did not think so deeply.

In her simple, pure understanding, wasn’t Shinichi’s popularity and being well-liked simply a natural thing?

After all, he was strong, smart, cooked such delicious food, and was such a good person...

If not for the fact that the invitations for this gathering were limited to ninjas acquainted with Shinichi and restricted by the venue size, the number of people coming would probably have been far greater than this.

A gathering meal of ten thousand people, or even tens of thousands?

Shizune felt it was entirely possible.

Right now, all Shizune could think about was: "When are we starting the meal?"

After all, this banquet was personally cooked and hosted by Shinichi himself. She had not eaten food personally made by Shinichi for several months already. Just smelling the aroma alone made her saliva nearly flow out.

If only she could forever, every single day, eat food cooked by Shinichi!

Shizune fantasized happily yet regretfully in her heart.

At that moment, she suddenly felt the previously noisy sounds in the hall abruptly fall silent, as though someone had pressed a silent button.

Immediately afterward came the sounds of tables and chairs shifting and people standing up, spreading wave-like from near to far, from the first floor to the third floor.

Shizune froze for a moment and reluctantly pulled her gaze away from the fragrant, enticing dishes before her. Only then did she notice that the young boy seated at the main seat in front of her had, at some point, already stood up.

His posture was upright, his expression calm. Under the soft lighting, despite his young age, he carried a natural presence that drew the entire room’s attention.

And with his standing up, as if triggering a chain reaction, everyone in the restaurant, whether on the first floor, second floor, or third floor, rose to their feet in unison, their gazes all focusing neatly on that young man.

The entire restaurant instantly became so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.

"Uh...."

Although she was still a little confused and did not understand why everyone had stood up, Shizune immediately followed suit and stood as well, similarly looking toward Shinichi at the main seat before her.

"Everyone, why are you all being so serious?"

Seeing nearly a thousand people throughout the hall stand up simultaneously and focus their gazes on him, the atmosphere instantly becoming as solemn as a rally before battle, Shinichi himself seemed momentarily stunned by the scene. Soon after, a helpless yet amused gentle smile appeared on his face.

"I saw that none of you had started eating for so long. Is it because the food I made doesn’t suit everyone’s tastes? Or..."

He deliberately dragged out the last word, his gaze sweeping across the entire hall.

Among those present were comrades from Shinichi Battalion who had shared life and death with him, Medical Ninja and logistics personnel who had once served under his command on the southwest front, partners who graduated in the same class, as well as many colleagues from other units who had previously fought or worked alongside him. Familiar and unfamiliar faces alike were all looking at him with different expressions.

Before he could finish speaking, bursts of good-natured laughter and overlapping replies erupted one after another: "How could that be! Captain Shinichi, you’re a chef who won the Land of Fire cooking competition championship!"

"Exactly! The author of Cooking Master Boy personally cooks for us, who wouldn’t envy this treatment if they heard about it?"

"Being able to eat food personally made by Captain Shinichi, we’d laugh ourselves awake from dreams!"

"Hurry up and let us eat, captain! We’re about to drool ourselves dry!"

The laughter and shouting diluted the previously formal atmosphere, and the scene once again became lively and relaxed.

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