Chapter 5
Chōji's antics were amusing.
But Natsuki had a good grasp of his character by now.
This chubby guy was warm-hearted and kind. He had an almost sacred attachment to food—so long as you didn't call him a pig or try to steal his snacks, he'd be the easiest person to befriend.
That said, the last piece of sweet potato still wasn't his.
Natsuki pulled the paper packet back a little, smiling. "Chōji, this is the last one. You want it, but so do I. I bet Shikamaru and Shino wouldn't mind having it either. I can't just hand it over to you. So how about we do rock-paper-scissors? Winner gets to decide what to do with it. Sound fair?"
Shikamaru groaned. "Such a drag... It's just a piece of sweet potato."
But Chōji's eyes lit up with determination. "The last snack? I won't let anyone else have it. I accept!"
"I'll join too," Shino added quietly.
It seemed to be his first time engaging in something like this, but he quickly got the hang of it. For someone like him, playing a game with new friends was a valuable experience.
The four of them huddled in a circle and got ready.
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
"Rock, paper, scissors!"