My name is Uzumaki Naruto, and I am a temporary worker in the high school cafeteria.
Specialties: Curry continues for free, and Naruto's lines are recited fluently.
Guest list:
——Gojo Satoru, who doesn't eat carrots and saves strawberry cake every Wednesday.
——Hiren of Polygonum cuspidatum, I have been on credit for three years and my meal card has never been paid off.
——Nanami Jianren, instead of ordering food, slept on the sofa for forty minutes.
——Fushiguro Megumi, you don't want onions in curry, and you have a dog named Curry.
——Su Nuo, the King of Curses, you have to wait in line to eat, and you are not allowed to jump in line.
Oh right.
There is a compartment in the refrigerator labeled "Only for Jie" that has been empty for sixteen years.
I received a postcard last week from Okinawa:
"The curry at your place is still delicious."
No signature.
But Gojo Satoru sat in the cafeteria all afternoon that day.
The cake remained untouched.
Some people say that I am the only psychological counselor in the magic world.
I said no.
I'm just a curry cook.
When they arrived, their bodies were covered with injuries and their eyes were filled with blood.
When they leave, they say, "See you next week."
That's enough.
The only problem is-
I seem to have forgotten something very important.
For example, there was a blond man who ran around as a crane for seven hundred years and finally became Hokage.
For example, when he was standing on the roof of the building, there was no one around him.
For example, how did that sentence come about...
"I will definitely put——..."
Can't remember.
But it doesn't matter.
Someone remembers it for me.
The cafeteria will still be open.
The curry will continue.
The cherry blossoms have fallen for ten years, but they are still there.
