Naruto: Naruto started the Fourth Shinobi World War for me

The aroma of Ningxia's cooking was so irresistible that even though Madara repeatedly reprimanded his clansmen out of caution, the noble Uchiha could not succumb to mere material enjoyment.

But in the end, they couldn't go against public opinion. They usually ate too poorly, and the most delicious thing they could find was roasted meat sprinkled with salt.

These days, everyone's fighting tooth and nail, and having a bowl of white rice to eat is already a luxury. Apart from the Akimichi clan, who has the energy to study gourmet food?!

"You...you didn't use any special ingredients, did you?"

It's not that Madara has a persecution complex; it's just that Ningxia has only been a member of the Uchiha clan for a short time. Putting him with Izuna is only a temporary measure.

Otherwise, she'd be crazy to offer her most precious younger sister to an outsider.

Do I have the materials?

"..."

Ban was silent for a moment, then solemnly said, "I will keep an eye on you."

Then, with the clansmen contributing their own ingredients, Ningxia cooked them a big pot of stew. Relying on the culinary skills that had been lost in this era, Ningxia successfully won over this group of proud Uchiha.

Aren't you going to eat?

Ningxia glanced at Ban, who, out of wariness and worry, showed no interest in eating and simply stared at her quietly from the side.

"I won't eat it."

Ban twitched his high, straight nose. Every cell in his body was radiating a thirst for food, but Ban never lowered his proud head.

She, Madara Uchiha, would rather starve to death! Be killed by the Senju clan, or jump off a distant mountain than eat a single thing from a stranger!?

Just as Madara was silently making his vow, Tajima, who had been busy all day, arrived by following the scent. As the head of the clan, he not only had to lead by example, but also had to handle the requests made by the Land of Fire and other countries to the Uchiha clan.

I'm very busy, but it's a happy kind of busy.

Without the commissions of the nobles, the Uchiha, who existed as mercenaries, would have no means of livelihood.

Therefore, Tajima never let any commission slip by. Not only was he ruthless in battle, but he was also outrageously greedy in his demands. 5,000 taels for a thousand hands? I'll take 4,000 taels! 3,000 taels! Let's see who gets the better deal!

Having finally resolved the various tribal issues, Tajima wanted to fill his stomach before resting.

For him, nothing is more pleasant than the aroma of delicious food in the morning.

"Father... Chieftain."

Izuna didn't have as many thoughts as Madara. Although he was afraid of his strict father, he still dutifully filled a large bowl for him.

"Um."

Shimada managed a rare smile. Although he was more satisfied with Madara, Madara's indecisiveness worried him that Madara would not be a qualified clan leader.

In comparison, Izuna, despite his young age, is already a fanatical warmonger, but unfortunately... he lacks a bit of common sense.

"Father!?"

Ban had just been swearing in her heart to suppress her body's craving for food, but her father took the lead and ate first, leaving her at a loss.

"Ban, I already told you, you should call for the clan leader in a situation like this!"

Shimada casually corrected him, saying that after a long morning of work, being able to eat such delicious food is a wonderful thing.

"Yes……"

Ban saw her father smile for the first time and eat so happily, and she wavered. If even her father was like this, wouldn't she be making a fool of herself if she insisted?

"There are only two bowls left."

Ningxia, who was in charge of cooking, served Shimada two more large bowls of food, remarking that he truly deserved to be the clan leader, as he ate an extra bowl of food compared to everyone else.

Sensing that everyone's attention was focused on Ningxia, Ban finally couldn't help but move closer in a flash, his eyes fixed on Ningxia.

"I'll eat it!"

"Huh? Shall I get you a bowl?"

I'll eat two bowls.

"..."

After conquering the Uchiha with her medical skills, Ningxia once again won them over with her culinary skills. It wasn't until Shimada had finished three bowls of food that he realized, "This person just arrived at the Uchiha clan?!"

His first reaction was the same as Ban's: he suspected Ningxia was a spy, but...

We've already eaten it.

Two weeks later, after confirming that Ningxia was fine, Shimada not only made Ningxia the clan's doctor, but also gave her the role of head chef.

There was no other way; no one in the clan had ever eaten well. Ningxia simply made some food for Izuna, Madara, and Shimada, and prepared special meals for them, which made most of the Uchiha clan drool with delight.

If Shimada continues to hoard resources, he may very well become the first clan head to be overthrown for doing so.

With the help of delicious food, the Uchiha clan members clearly had more energy for training, accepting commissions, and fighting against clans led by the Senju clan.

Three months later, Ningxia had completely consolidated her position and, under the pretext of searching for spices, went out with Izuna and two Uchiha Jonin.

Ningxia first went to the nearest town and bought some common peppercorns and star anise, and then purchased some medicinal herbs.

Because of the war, there weren't many good things in the town. The thin children didn't even have the strength to play; they just lay listlessly on the ground.

Seeing someone like Ningxia, whose clothes are even slightly neat, makes one unconsciously shine; it's a kind of yearning for life.

"..."

Ningxia witnessed two Ninja World Wars, but compared to wars between villages, the Warring States period was even more intense. No wonder the future First Hokage and Madara established Konoha.

"Cook some brown rice for them and distribute it. Also, make sure you see them eat it."

Ningxia instructed the high-ranking ninja beside him that chaotic times are always like this, and he couldn't help much, but he could do his best.

"Yes."

The Jonin did not question Ningxia and turned to carry out Ningxia's orders.

Izuna, however, criticized Ningxia for being a pushover, saying that there are many such people in the ninja world, so how much can he really help?

Ningxia simply smiled and squatted down to explain to Izuna why things had turned out this way.

But Izuna couldn't understand a word he said. His eyes had already turned into circles. What war was some kind of extension of something else, and what about the unequal distribution of benefits...

She's a ninja, how could she possibly understand?

I suppose the other ninjas probably wouldn't understand either.

"That's absolutely right!"

A girl with short, ear-length hair, about the same age as Ban, and with a kind and innocent demeanor approached.

Her movements were so light and stealthy that not only Izuna, but even the equally confused Jonin next to her was dumbfounded.

"Who are you!? Why are you running over here!? You... understand me?"

Izuna's three questions were a mixture of shock at the girl's appearance and resentment. He himself hadn't understood, so why did this girl understand?

"Huh? I...I'm called Hashirama, hey hey hey? I didn't mean any harm! Please don't draw your swords!?"

Hashirama quickly raised her hands to indicate that she meant no harm; she did not have a clan crest on her, nor did Ningxia and the others.

After all, no one knows whether they will encounter rival families in town, and if a fight breaks out in town, it will affect the reputation of both sides.

"Hashirama?"

Ningxia curiously examined the dazed, even somewhat silly girl in front of her. Unlike Madara's aloofness, Hashirama was more like a well-behaved and innocent girl next door.

Who would have thought that the First Hokage was like this when he was a child?

"I'm sorry, my sister has caused you trouble, hasn't she? We'll be leaving now."

A white-haired boy with a long face apologized while trying to pull Hashirama away.