After spending the day getting cozy with his girlfriend, Tamura Hiroshi went to Grandfather Torifu's quarters the next day.
Although Torifu Akimichi was in charge of the army, the war had not yet begun, so there was little for him to manage. The younger generation, Shikaku Nara and the others, were handling most of the work. It was also a chance to train them.
"Grandfather Torifu!"
Tamura Hiroshi walked in carrying a huge basin of braised pork. He had deliberately gone hunting in the woods for it earlier.
"You finally came back, you rascal."
Torifu Akimichi looked up from the map he had been studying. The moment he saw the basin of braised pork, he broke into a grin.
He immediately pulled a large box out from under the bed. It was packed with fruit juice and other drinks.
It was wartime, so they couldn't drink alcohol. But eating meat by itself could get greasy, so they had stocked up on plenty of juice and tea.
The Akimichi Clan never shortchanged themselves when it came to food and drink.
The two of them dug in at once and soon polished off the entire basin of braised pork.
"What made you suddenly go scout the terrain?"
As he drank, Torifu Akimichi looked rather puzzled.
The kid had slipped away without a word and stayed gone for a whole month.
"I mainly went to clear my head. I'd been pushing myself too hard for the past few months."
Tamura Hiroshi gave the excuse he had prepared in advance. It had also been one of the reasons he had gone away.
You couldn't just bury yourself in training nonstop. You needed to take a break, too. Striking the right balance was the way to go.
That was also why he had come up