noveltune Chapter 368 Antlers: You disgust me
Chapter 368 Antlers: You disgust me
Akimichi Torifu's roar, which was about to burst the conference room, came to an abrupt halt. His arm, which was waving in mid-air, froze, like a human bomb tank that had been frozen in place.
Yamanaka Taichi held his teacup elegantly, his posture frozen, and in his artistic eyes, only a primal light called "desire" remained.
Even Uchiha Tetsuka, who had just been speaking eloquently and preparing to use the flames of the Uchiha to ignite the glory of Konoha, subconsciously swallowed and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
strawberry.
Winter.
The first batch cultivated by Tongtian Farm.
Limited supply.
Every word was like a heavy hammer blow, striking precisely into the hearts of everyone in the conference room.
If barbecue is a carnival to satisfy one's appetite, flowers are a romantic embellishment of the spiritual world, and fireworks are a grand ceremony to showcase the strength of a village... then, in this desolate winter, being able to eat a fresh, juicy strawberry that symbolizes life and miracles is a unique luxury that surpasses all other things.
What does this mean?
This signifies that Konoha's technological prowess has surpassed that of the Four Seasons!
"cough……"
Hatake Sakumo seemed completely unaware of the bombshell he had dropped. He cleared his throat and continued in his flat, emotionless tone.
"According to the preliminary estimate of the chief planner of Nara Deer Antlers, considering that the First Hokage ate too much... no, I mean considering the difficulty of cultivation and the initial adaptability of the soil, the yield of the first batch of strawberries will be very limited."
"cough."
The first to break this eerie silence was Akimichi Torifu.
He slowly lowered his stiff arm, the fervor on his face fading, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness. He looked at Hatake Sakumo, his earnest expression suggesting they were discussing an S-rank mission concerning the survival of the ninja world.
"Sakumo... is this strawberry sweet?"
"What's the sweet-sour ratio? Is the flesh creamy or crisp? Is it high in moisture? Would it be suitable to coat it in syrup and make it the ultimate dessert after grilling?"
A series of professional questions left Yamanaka Taichi, who was sitting next to him, completely stunned.
Sakumo Hatake remained calm and composed. He simply opened his notebook and, with the precision of slicing pork, gave his answer.
"The analysis report provided by Nara indicates that this batch of Winter No. 1 strawberries has a perfect sugar-acid ratio of 13.5:1, and the flesh has a perfect honeycomb structure, melting in the mouth with a light shea butter aroma. Further processing is not recommended; eating them directly is the best way to enjoy them."
He closed his notebook.
"In addition, it is expected that only fifty servings will be available each day during the winter festival."
Fifty servings per day.
For the entire Hidden Leaf Village, this number is practically negligible.
The air in the conference room instantly became thinner than a vacuum.
Almost simultaneously, everyone present, from the heads of various clans to the high-ranking officials of Konoha, turned their gazes toward the end of the conference table with the same look they had of someone looking at a walking treasure trove.
The figure of someone who had just taken on the hot potato of being in charge of the Winter Festival was slumped on the table, utterly dejected.
Nara deer antlers.
The antlers felt the intense, burning gaze that was converging upon them.
He slowly, very slowly raised his head and met a dozen pairs of eyes burning with fierce flames.
It’s over.
Only those two words remained in his mind.
"Horns..."
Akimichi Torifu's voice was filled with unprecedented warmth and enthusiasm. He leaned closer, his massive body almost engulfing the deer's antlers. "We've been friends for decades, haven't we? Look at that strawberry..."
"Corner~"
Kazuya Yamanaka set aside his artist's airs, wearing a warm smile. "The overall aesthetic design of the Winter Festival needs a core element to embellish it, and I think the red of strawberries is perfect. As for the booth... no, the design of the exhibition stand, we can discuss that in more detail."
"Deer Antlers".
Uchiha Tetsuka succinctly stated, "The security forces are responsible for the security of the Winter Festival and ensuring the orderly distribution of all limited supplies. Therefore, we need to understand the specific distribution plan and locations in advance."
"Lord Deer Antlers..."
"LuLu..."
Countless voices surged forth once more, but this time, they were no longer troublesome requests, but rather naked demands.
"....."
Nara Shika felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.
He now finally understood why the Hokage had placed him in this position.
How can this person be the person in charge?
This is clearly a fresh piece of fat meat blocking the way for all the hungry wolves!
Hiruzen Sarutobi watched this scene quietly, picked up his teacup, and gently blew away the steam, shutting out all the noise.
well.
Competition is what makes a place dynamic.
If the village wants to develop, it has to roll up.
As the Hokage, all he needs to do is throw out the sweetest strawberry at the right time.
As for the deer antlers that were being snapped up...
Well, those who are capable should do more work.
Hiruzen Sarutobi put down his teacup, stood up, and decisively ignored the pleading look that Nara Shikaku gave him.
"Now that the overall coordinator has been chosen, let's have the antlers discuss the specific plans in detail," he said with a smile. "I look forward to a winter festival that will satisfy all the villagers. Meeting adjourned."
After saying that, amidst the wise pronouncements of the Hokage and the desperate cries of Nara Shikaku, he turned and left the conference room, which had been completely transformed into the front-line command center of the Strawberry War.