"Hokage, what is this...?"
The two tilted their heads and looked over, seeing a mess of strange scribbles on the table. They had no idea what Ronglin had written and asked curiously.
"Nothing."
Ronglin waved a hand and said casually, "Don't mind me. Go on, I'm listening. I was just wondering whether I could come up with some kind of flying technique. Watching you, Tsuchikage, fly all over the sky like a crow makes me pretty envious."
"Pfft~~~"
The tea Ay had just swallowed sprayed several meters away as though a nozzle had been installed in his mouth, splattering directly against the tent.
"..."
Ōnoki's face darkened. Couldn't you say something else? A crow?! Was that any way to describe an old man?
Still, at the mention of flight, Ōnoki could not help feeling rather proud. After all, there were not many ninja in the entire Ninja World who could fly.
It was not impossible for Ronglin to fly. He only needed to make use of the Rinnegan's abilities, just like the Deva Path among the Six Paths of Pain.
But that would be troublesome. What Ronglin wanted was the kind of free, unfettered flight, not simply using the Rinnegan to rise into the air.
"Now that the enemy has been driven out to sea, how should we proceed with the next step?"
Though speechless, Ōnoki still changed the subject. Otherwise, Ronglin might blurt out something even more shocking later. Comparing an old man to a crow—wasn't that basically cursing him to die early?
"What else can we do? Those who need to recuperate should recuperate, and those who need to rest should rest. We wait for news from the sea. Of course, we can also publicly question the Small Nations Alliance and Kirigakure. That's our right."
Ronglin answered lazily.