Afterword—The Postwar Daily Life of Aoba and Itachi (3,000 Words)
Aoba and Itachi lay side by side on the grass, gazing at the blue sky and white clouds.
This was the training ground where they had often fought each other when they were children, their own little space.
After resolving everything, they had wandered through Konoha Village and somehow ended up here.
Looking at every blade of grass and tree before them, it seemed as though they had returned to those days of the past.
Aoba had also put aside his cigar for the first time in ages and was instead chewing on a foxtail grass stem. With his hands propping up his head and his legs crossed, he enjoyed this leisurely moment.
"To be honest, after finding out that I was Yasuo, how did you feel at the time?"
At that, Itachi cast him a sideways glance and chuckled. "How did I feel? I suppose I felt like killing you."
"You were playing a rogue-ninja game, yet somehow ended up as the leader of an enemy organization. You even kept your face hidden and deliberately created an alias. Only you could do something so boring."
Aoba laughed as well. "Do you think I wanted to? They took the initiative to invite me. It would've been rude to refuse such warm hospitality!"
"Besides, I did it to infiltrate the enemy, didn't I? Didn't you see how I eventually subdued even the Akatsuki Organization? I contributed quite a lot."
Itachi ruthlessly exposed him. "So that's why you led the Akatsuki around causing trouble everywhere, then showed mercy only when you attacked Konoha? You really aren't afraid of retaliation from the other great ninja villages?"
Aoba immediately declared righteously, "That was all because of you people! If I hadn't been worried that,