The Heavens: From Naruto to sign in

onoha Village.

The busiest street.

Anko Mitarashi had applied a bit of delicate makeup and was now leading Yoruha into a bustling, well-known specialty food shop.

"Kid, this place is my favorite. They've got the best dango in town—and their red bean soup is divine. But don't forget, you're paying today."

Anko gave him a playful wink as she spoke.

Although Anko was a special jounin, she still earned most of her money through missions.

But here's the thing—

The cost of living in the Naruto world is sky-high.

Let's put it in perspective:

A regular bowl of Ichiraku Ramen costs around 60 ryō. A premium bowl? Easily 100 ryō.

Now imagine Naruto eats three meals a day at Ichiraku.

That's 300 ryō per day.

Roughly 9,000 ryō per month.

And that's just ramen.

If you factor in sushi, sashimi, hot pot, yakiniku, tempura, oden, sukiyaki, rice dishes, snacks, drinks, fruits, milk tea, desserts—you name it?

The monthly cost explodes.

Now take your average genin.

After completing a simple D-rank mission, the village takes a cut. The assigned jounin takes a cut. What's left gets split three ways between the genin teammates.

When all's said and done?

They're lucky if they walk away with 1,000 ryō.

And that's assuming they even have missions regularly.

Don't forget—ninjas need to buy pricey gear: kunai, shuriken, smoke bombs, explosive tags, medical salves, and other training supplies.

So yeah—

A genin who can eat ramen every day?

Already living the dream.

Now, as for Anko…

Sure, she's a special jounin and takes on B- and even A-rank missions, which offer higher payouts.

But the risks—and expenses—skyrocket too.

Explosive tags. Military ration pills. Healing potions.

Not cheap.

Then there's her constant training, which burns through gear.

Eating at gourmet places? Also expensive.

And let's not forget: makeup and beauty products don't pay for themselves.

By the time a year passes, Anko barely saves any money.

So when she has the chance to save a little?

She absolutely takes it.

Once they entered the shop, Anko picked a cozy window seat and plopped down. She grabbed a menu and passed it straight to Yoruha.

"Alright now, don't say I'm bullying you. Since you're treating, you get to decide what to order—but let me warn you in advance: I've got a huge appetite."

Yoruha gave her a speechless look.

Taking the menu from her, he scanned it with practiced ease.

As the eldest son of the Yamanaka clan, he'd been here plenty of times. He knew every dish on this menu like the back of his hand.

Picking up the pen, Yoruha quickly marked off a few items and signaled for the waiter.

Anko, curious, craned her neck to peek at his choices.

Yes, she actually stretched her neck like Orochimaru.

She glanced over the list and immediately scowled.

"Hey! What's with this tiny little order?! You joking right? That amount of food won't feed the two of us!" she said, folding her arms with an exaggerated pout.

"Relax. I'm not gonna starve you," Yoruha muttered, clearly annoyed.

The young waitress walked over with a polite smile.

"Will this be all for the two of you?"

She looked down at the checked items.

Mentally added up the total.

It didn't even come close to the price of a large bowl of ramen.

Still, she kept her smile professional, even if she was slightly amused.

Yoruha, deadpan, replied:

"No. I don't want anything from what I marked. Give us one of everything else."

The waitress blinked.

Anko's eyebrows shot up.

So did her mood.

Yoruha hadn't picked just a few things. He'd crossed off only a couple—and now they were getting everything else.

Everything that wasn't crossed off?

Apparently fair game.

And as Yoruha calmly handed back the menu, Anko couldn't help but laugh to herself—

Maybe she really had picked the right student after all.