Beef noodle soup, hold the noodles.

"Kisame, big brother!"
Guy called out from behind. The sudden clash between Kisame and Kakashi put him in an awkward position—he didn't know whom to defend.
Kakashi cast a deep glance at Kisame's departing figure, then silently turned and walked away in the opposite direction.
Might Guy hurriedly chased after him.
"Kakashi, do you really want to challenge Kisame? He's only a genin, but he's incredibly strong. He beat me in a race, and has taught me many training methods... You might not be able to defeat him..."
Guy walked alongside Kakashi, worried for his best friend.
Unexpectedly, his words stoked Kakashi's anger once more.
Kakashi stopped, sneering coldly.
"Guy, I'm not as useless as you. Haven't you noticed? All those so-called contests we've had, I was holding back on purpose. I didn't want you to lose too badly."
"I... I know."
Guy froze, replying bitterly as he stood there, watching his friend leave.

After a while.
Just as Might Guy was walking alone, disheartened, Kakashi suddenly returned.
"Tell me everything you know about Kisame Hoshigaki."
He crossed his arms and spoke calmly to Guy. "It's clear he's studied me—I need to know my opponent as well."
He paused, then added,
"Also, my tone was harsh earlier. I said things I shouldn't have. I apologize."
"Hehe, it's fine. Kakashi, I knew it—you're cold on the outside, warm on the inside."
Guy didn't take it to heart; his mood brightened instantly, as if nothing had happened.

Just then—
"Grrr..."
Guy's stomach protested loudly, drawing the attention of several passersby.
"I'll treat you to ramen—let's talk over food."
With that, Kakashi turned and walked ahead.
"Hahaha, how embarrassing." Guy scratched the back of his head, grinning happily as he followed.

Soon, they arrived at Ichiraku Ramen.
Ichiraku had only been open for four years, but its name was already well-known in the village. The place was usually packed, with customers lining up for a taste.
The owner, Teuchi, was twenty-seven, famous for his stubbornness and dedication. For years, he'd poured his heart into mastering his craft, vowing to create the world's most delicious ramen.
His passion won over all his customers—the endless crowds at his door were proof enough.
Kakashi and Guy arrived just after the lunch rush, so the wait wasn't long.

"Boss, two bowls of ramen—extra chili in mine."
Kakashi held up two fingers to Teuchi.
"Kakashi and Guy, got it. Just a moment."
Teuchi smiled, then disappeared into the kitchen.

Kisame arrived silently nearby.
Through the kitchen window, he watched Teuchi work; in just a minute, the owner expertly prepared two steaming bowls of ramen.
It was time to act.
Suddenly—
Clang!
A pot hanging on the wall behind Teuchi fell to the floor.
"The hook's loose again," he muttered, shaking his head as he went to pick it up.
Teuchi didn't notice—
A thin chakra thread slipped through the window, carrying a packet of colorless powder, sprinkling it into the bowl with extra chili.
The powder dissolved quickly into the broth.
Oblivious, Teuchi carried the two bowls out, smiling as he set them before Kakashi and Guy.
It was a laxative—Kisame had added it.
He lingered in a corner, waiting until they'd finished eating and left before he emerged.

After running laps around Konoha with Guy, Kisame's own stomach was rumbling, so he stepped inside.
"What can I get for you, sir?"
Teuchi, meeting Kisame for the first time, was awed by his imposing aura and spoke politely.
"Boss, a beef ramen—hold the noodles, extra beef."
Kisame glanced at the menu and ordered.
Beef ramen without noodles?
Teuchi was stunned, taking a moment to recover before replying awkwardly,
"I've never served ramen like that before."
He'd apprenticed in ramen shops since his teens, then opened his own. In all these years, he'd never encountered such a request.
"That's only because I haven't been here. With me around, you'll do it this way."
Kisame gave Teuchi a friendly yet somewhat eerie smile. "Don't worry, I'll pay you enough."
Teuchi shivered, silently turning back to the kitchen.
Soon, a large bowl packed with beef and no noodles was served.

Kisame dug in eagerly, polishing off the first bowl and ordering four more, finishing at about seventy percent full.
For fitness, one should eat small amounts multiple times a day. Kisame, for example, had six or seven meals daily, each consisting of a few pounds of food.
"Boss, your beef is excellent. I'll be back tomorrow."
Satisfied, Kisame finished his meal, placed a large bill on the counter, and left.

Night passed without incident.
The next morning, Kisame arrived early at the training ground.
But when the time came, Kakashi was nowhere to be seen.
"Did I overdo the laxative? Maybe he can't even walk..."
Kisame mused, reflecting.
Constant self-reflection brings experience and progress.

Around nine-thirty, Kakashi finally arrived, supported by Guy. He was pale, his legs trembling, his whole demeanor weak.
"Nearly half an hour late. I thought you wouldn't dare show up."
Kisame stared at Kakashi, his tone cold and laced with mockery.
"Kisame, big brother, could you postpone the match? Kakashi had bad food yesterday and hasn’t felt well since."
Guy bowed to Kisame, pleading.
Kisame wasn't moved; instead, he continued to provoke Kakashi:
"If you can't duel me, just admit defeat. Why bother with a fake stomachache and play the martyr? Don't worry, for Guy's sake, I won't tell anyone."
The effect was immediate.
"Guy, move aside."
Kakashi pushed Guy away, signaling him to clear the space.
Then he fixed Kisame with a fierce, determined look, and said coldly, "Let's begin."
He hadn't finished the word "begin"—
Swish, swish, swish.
Kisame had already formed hand seals and unleashed a tsunami of water, surging straight at Kakashi.
Water Style: Exploding Water Wave.
A sneak attack.