Uchiha Gin, carrying a stack of D-Rank Missions, found a shady corner beneath an eave nearby after leaving the Hokage Building.
Ignoring the strange looks from passersby, he squatted down like some street punk loitering around.
With an unfinished piece of candy in his mouth, he casually flipped through the mission requests in hand.
Sure enough, they were all his favorite cat-catching and dog-chasing missions. Most had been posted by wealthy housewives, famous for being easy work with generous pay.
In the Mission Hall, they were the kind of popular jobs that vanished in seconds.
"Let me count..."
Remembering that he had run into Naruto's great-grandfather on the road earlier, Uchiha Gin scratched his head helplessly.
"Looks like there are several more banquets to attend soon."
Because of the war, Konoha had experienced a baby boom. Over the past year, the number of newborns had surged.
Quite a few of them happened to belong to people Uchiha Gin knew.
For example, Ino's dad, who was about to celebrate his first birthday.
Choji's dad, who was about to reach his hundredth day.
And Shikamaru's dad, who was six months old and had used the excuse of a joint celebration to mooch gift money.
Oh, and there was also a little tomato chili pepper who was about to be born.
"You brats just wait!"
Uchiha Gin gritted his teeth. Every last one of them had their eyes on this lonely old man's pitiful retirement fund.
"Hmph... forget it, forget it. I'll finish today's daily jobs first."
With an indignant snort, he scratched his head and turned his attention to the scattered D-Rank Missions in his hands.
As an outstanding freeloading ninja, there was no way he could skip daily-pay missions.
A D-Rank Mission was still a mission. Just because he was a