Ronglin was not one of those kids who graduated from the Academy and let others arrange everything for them.
You could assign me missions beyond my strength and give me poor evaluations, but I could also choose to refuse. If you were unwilling to give me a good evaluation, why should I go out of my way to curry favor with you?
"That really is hard to arrange."
Tsunade frowned. No matter how she thought about it, it felt troublesome. It would have been fine if Ronglin had followed the path she and White Fang had laid out for him, but the kid would resist—without the slightest hesitation. That was where the trouble lay.
"Let's go take a look first. No matter what, it wouldn't hurt to hear his opinion."
In the end, Tsunade decided not to waste any more brainpower and planned to talk to Ronglin first.
"Wait!!"
Tsunade suddenly remembered something and turned back to look at White Fang. Puzzled, she asked, "Wasn't this mission supposed to have you, Senior, in charge of those Special Jonin and Jonin? How did Uchiha Ronglin get hurt? Don't tell me he couldn't even handle a few Chunin and Elite Chunin."
"Uh..."
White Fang had not expected Tsunade to bring that up in the end. He froze, opening his mouth but finding himself speechless.
The corner of Tsunade's mouth twitched as she slapped her forehead. "I knew it."
White Fang wore an awkward smile, wanting to explain that he had originally intended to follow the plan as well. He had wanted to take the edge off Ronglin's arrogance, but who could have expected that not only had Ronglin's spirit not been dampened, he had instead charged at a group of Special Jonin and Jonin like a madman? It had left White Fang