[Akimichi Chōza hurriedly completed his mission and rushed back to the clan grounds as fast as he could.]
[When he arrived, all that remained of the once-proud Akimichi compound was a small portion of a rooftop peeking out from the ground. At that moment, his fury toward you finally erupted.]
[Without hesitation, he swung his hand and delivered a fierce slap across your face.]
[However, while you remained completely unscathed, Akimichi Chōza's hand… swelled up.]
[To you, the slap felt like nothing more than a mosquito bite—neither painful nor itchy.]
["Dad, did you forget to eat today?"]
[Your casual remark sent Akimichi Chōza into a rage. He refused to believe it and raised his hand for another slap—this time, chakra surged into his palm.]
[Bang!]
[The impact between his hand and your face echoed like a thunderclap.]
[As he pulled his hand back, it trembled uncontrollably from the recoil.]
[This time, you did feel something—but only a faint sting.]
[Akimichi Chōza finally realized that something was very wrong. No ordinary child could take a chakra-infused slap from him without showing any reaction.]
[Concerned for your well-being, he initially wanted to untie you and take you to the Konoha Hospital for a thorough examination. But seeing your indifferent expression after his two slaps, he refused to accept defeat.]
["Akimichi Clan Secret Technique—Multi-Size Jutsu!"]
[In an instant, Akimichi Chōza transformed into a towering giant over fifteen meters tall. His clenched fist was nearly the size of a small mountain.]
[With unstoppable momentum, he swung his colossal fist straight at your head. Bound to the cross, you could do nothing but watch in horror as it came crashing down.]
[Boom!]
[A powerful shockwave rippled through the area. As Chōza lifted his fist, he saw that your entire body—except for your head—had been punched deep into the ground.]
[You lifted your slightly reddened face and shouted up at him.]
["Dad, that was a little too much, don't you think?!"]
[Chōza ignored you. As he dismissed his Multi-Size Jutsu and returned to his normal form, he examined his own hand. A tiny but bleeding hole had appeared on his palm from the impact.]
[After a long silence, Akimichi Chōza finally pulled you out of the ground and, instead of scolding you further, threw his head back and laughed heartily.]
["Hahaha! My Akimichi Clan has given birth to a true dragon!"]
["My son, Shiro, has the potential to become Hokage!"]
[You blinked in confusion at his words, completely at a loss for how to respond.]
[And so, at the cost of Chōza's wounded hand, the terrifying durability of your body was revealed to the world for the first time…]
[By the time you turned eight, Akimichi Chōza was still too afraid to send you to the Ninja Academy, fearing that you might get hungry and devour the entire school.]
[Instead, he assigned the best Akimichi ninjas to personally tutor you in the clan's secret techniques.]
[Surprisingly, you had an innate affinity for their jutsu.]
[In just a single year, you had mastered nearly 90% of the Akimichi Clan's secret arts.]
[However, your appetite continued to grow at an alarming rate. If, a year ago, you could empty an entire storage house in one sitting, now you needed at least three to feel even remotely full.]
[Your diet had also evolved—from stones to various metals.]
[To keep up with your monstrous hunger, the Akimichi Clan had no choice but to establish thirteen iron foundries dedicated solely to producing food for you.]
[And with every meal, your body's durability increased.]
[By now, you were confident that no C-rank jutsu in existence could even scratch you.]
[By the time you turned twelve, you were happily sipping molten iron when Akimichi Chōza dropped a bombshell on you.]
["What?! The Akimichi Clan is about to go bankrupt?!"]
["No way! How could a mighty clan like ours go bankrupt?!"]
[Akimichi Chōza gave you a deadpan look, inwardly cursing—How could you not know why?!]
[Over the years, the Akimichi Clan had been forced to establish a total of thirty-four iron foundries just to keep up with your meals. Between paying workers and producing resources with no profit, the financial strain had finally caught up with them.]
["So… are you kicking me out of the family?"]
[Your words made Chōza visibly uncomfortable.]
["Ahem! Don't say it like that. I just think you should go out and explore the world! Look, I even arranged for two clan members to accompany you!"]
["You're really not kicking me out?"]
["Of course not! You're my only adopted son—how could I bear to do that?"]
["Hmm… alright then. When do I leave?"]
["Right now! Immediately! The two escorts are already waiting at the village gates. Here, I even packed your bags for you…"]
[Your resentful glare made Chōza unable to meet your eyes.]
[After waiting for Chōji to return home and saying your formal goodbyes, you shouldered your backpack and set off on your journey with the two Akimichi escorts.]
[Rumors say that the day you left, the entire Akimichi Clan was overwhelmed with sorrow. Every clan member wept bitterly, mourning your departure.
And to express their "deepest regret" over your absence, the celebratory fireworks over Konoha lasted for three days and three nights…]
[The first thing you learned on your journey across the Shinobi World was just how difficult it was to find food.]
[Gone were the neatly shaped metal ingots and steaming molten iron. Now, whenever you got hungry, you had no choice but to consume whatever was available.]
[Your hunger was so terrifying that in one sitting, you could consume an entire forest.]
[Wherever you traveled, the land was left barren—as if devoured by a swarm of locusts.]
[Your reputation soon spread across the ninja world. People feared you. They whispered your name in dread.]
"The Human-Calamity, Shiro."
[By the time you turned fourteen, two years of traveling had broadened your horizons. You had made new friends, gained new experiences, and learned an important truth—you needed to control your appetite.]
[At your current rate, a single meal could wipe out an entire mountain. If this continued, you feared that one day, you might accidentally devour the entire ninja world.]
[You knew you had to find a substitute—something that could replace wood, stone, and metal. Something that was abundant, quickly replenished, and wouldn't harm the environment.]
[And so, accompanied by your two escorts, you scoured the Shinobi World in search of this miracle food.]
[After months of relentless searching, you finally found it!]
[That food was…]