When he fled the Land of Whirlpools, he had only been in his twenties. Now, when he returned to the Land of Whirlpools, he was already seventy years old.
Though he was not returning to his own home, he still felt something intensely familiar.
Tomohiro poked the furnace with an iron hook. The flames burned brighter, and the room grew warmer.
The blazing fire in the stove reflected in Tomohiro's eyes, and the flame in his heart burned ever stronger, impossible to extinguish.
The Land of Whirlpools had always been a scar over his heart, a true calamity that had fallen from the sky.
All because the Uzumaki Clan excelled at Sealing Techniques and possessed immense vitality within their bodies.
Because of that alone, his clansmen had been slaughtered at will, and their homeland had been destroyed.
Whenever he recalled that day filled with war, the old man's heart would ache faintly.
Tomohiro rubbed his eyes, set the iron hook aside, and sat by the fireplace.
Only when the fire had gradually weakened did he rise and leave.
Early the next morning, Minato went to the Morning Market and bought a lavish breakfast. When he returned to the Cloud Clan Grounds, he found that everyone was already awake.
Tomohiro also pushed open his door and stepped outside.
"Clan Head Tomohiro, come eat with us. We got a portion for you too."
Tomohiro's heart warmed at those words. "Thank you, Hokage Minato."
He had only known Minato for a day, yet the man had even remembered to buy him breakfast.
But if anyone could hear Tomohiro's thoughts, they would surely laugh at him for overthinking it.
He was a guest of the Windcloud Clan. Of course they would bring him food.
If Tomohiro had not planned to go out sightseeing, where