This Time, We Really Have No Choice but to Join

Unlike the crude, messy environment of the alleyway, Root's interior was not only clean and tidy, but even a little luxurious in its decor.

Crystal chandeliers that ordinary households could not afford hung overhead, while the walls on both sides were covered in fine tiles.

Even the wooden flooring underfoot was exquisitely made and comfortable to walk on—clearly a premium brand.

The group following behind Hiruko kept looking around, their eyes filled with anticipation for their new jobs.

Leaving everything else aside, just this office environment alone showed that this was a well-funded department. The benefits definitely would not be bad.

"Hiruko, when did you join Root?"

Unable to suppress his curiosity any longer, Jiraiya asked Hiruko, who was leading the way.

"I only joined recently too. About three days ago, I think?"

Hiruko deliberately slowed his pace and began chatting with Jiraiya behind him.

"What's the work atmosphere like? Are the bosses and coworkers easy to get along with? And also..."

Blunt as ever, Jiraiya skipped the pleasantries and asked the question he most urgently wanted answered. The others immediately pricked up their ears.

"What are the salary and benefits like?"

Surrounded by their burning stares, Hiruko subconsciously shrank his neck. After carefully recalling his experiences over the past few days, a faint smile appeared on his small face.

"The seniors in Root have all taken good care of me. Danzo-sama was also very kind during the interview. As for the salary, I heard it's the same as Hokage-sama's Anbu."

The same pay as the Anbu?

The group froze. As far as they knew,

the Anbu were Konoha's most mysterious department, filled with elites transferred from every major ninja clan. Even Jonin was merely the basic threshold for applying to the Anbu, which showed how strict their standards were.