Watanabe knew very well that he couldn't keep following Chiri around on missions forever. Sooner or later, he would enter the Konoha High Command together with Tsunade. Before that, however, he had to accumulate enough experience and prestige.
A mission maniac like Chiri suited him perfectly. In just half a month, his ninja résumé was already no worse than those of seniors who had graduated one or two years earlier.
Watanabe figured that within a year at most, Mito would start promoting him. By then, Tsunade would definitely have finished her training and returned.
Whenever he imagined the scene of reuniting with Tsunade, his heart burned with excitement. He wished he could embrace her right now, press close to her ear, and tell her how much he liked and missed her.
He swore that he would never let Tsunade leave him for so long again. This separation would be the first and last. Never again.
"Time is passing so slowly. Hurry up a little."
The next morning, Watanabe, accustomed to staying up late and rising early, was already styling his hair in the bathroom.
He hadn't had the money before, so naturally he hadn't been in the mood for flashy things. Now, however, things were different. As he completed more and more missions, his wallet grew fatter as well. With more money than he knew how to spend, Watanabe had begun paying attention to his appearance.
After all, he was something of a notable figure now. His achievement as the top graduate had spread his fame, and villagers sometimes called out his name when he walked through the streets. There was never any harm in maintaining a refined appearance.
After fussing over himself in the bathroom for more than ten minutes, he finally got his hair looking sleek and