Windcloud Mountain could not help but sigh at how things had changed. The little restaurant where they used to eat had now become a shop famous throughout the Shinobi World, all because of his son.
Who could explain the mystery of it all? No one could make sense of it.
Everyone headed to the kitchen to help, each carrying the prepared dishes into the dining room.
Chisato created a faint floating cover of fire to keep the food from getting cold.
With her controlling it, Torikaze was not worried that anything would go wrong.
"Your puppet really is useful. It can even cook on its own? Does no one need to control it?"
Torikaze proudly replied, "Of course. Back when I was Hokage, it helped me slack off quite a bit. It handled many of the village's affairs, so it counted as half a Hokage."
Windcloud Mountain could only feel helpless after hearing that. He now understood that his son seemed to be rather lazy.
Seeing the look in Windcloud Mountain's eyes, Torikaze felt a little embarrassed. "Father, why are you looking at me like that? Even if I slacked off a little, I still kept Konoha in perfect order."
"I only slacked off when I could. Normally, I was very diligent."
Windcloud Mountain did not yet know his son very well, but there was no rush.
He still had time to slowly get to know his son.
Over the next few months, he would do his best to understand his son completely.
And when that time truly came, it would also be the time for him to leave the Shinobi World for good.
He could remain here forever, but the appearance of someone revived through Impure World Reincarnation simply did not fit in here.
At every moment, Windcloud Mountain