Smoke drifted through the air. Every clan in Konoha fixed its gaze on the scarred earth—and on Naruto, the only one speaking.
Jiraiya had released Sage Mode and stood with his arms folded at Naruto's side.
There was no need to explain how strong they were. Anyone could see it.
Naruto had angrily cut down Utatane Koharu and slashed through the forest. Jiraiya had single-handedly overwhelmed two Kage Level opponents and killed them head-on.
Every scene sent ripples through the calculations in everyone's heart.
Were this master and student simply taking revenge, or did they have other plans?
Naruto was loyal and righteous. Today, when he said he wanted revenge, he spoke only of revenge and not a word about anything else. In a clear voice, he said, "I propose that we hold a funeral for the Third three days from now."
Jiraiya agreed. "That sounds good. Three days from now is an auspicious day."
November thirteenth had absolutely nothing to do with an auspicious day.
The heads of the various clans turned their gazes toward Asuma. After all, he was the Third's only son and now the Sarutobi Clan's de facto spokesperson.
It was only right for Asuma to decide when to hold his father's funeral.
Asuma was a careless sort. He had known of his father's death for a long time and had already paid his respects and mourned in private. The public ceremony meant little to him.
"Three days from now, then."
His words set the course.
The Hyuga, Nara, Yamanaka, Akimichi, Inuzuka, Aburame, Kurama, and other clans, large and small, gathered around Asuma to offer their condolences.
Hyuga Hiashi folded his hands inside his kimono. "So the Third had been murdered long ago, and I knew nothing of it."
Asuma took a drag from his cigarette