Aoba nodded repeatedly upon hearing that. He had not expected even Uncle Shinku, who had always been so old-fashioned, to think so highly of Minato.
Worthy of being Konoha's Little Sun. No one could match that kind of affinity.
He was practically the Shinobi World's version of a succubus.
After lunch, Aoba teased Kurenai a few more times. Only after watching her grow so angry she bared her teeth and claws did he run off with a satisfied grin.
He spent the entire afternoon cleaning out the crow coop.
Crows were naturally intelligent, and under the wondrous effects of chakra, Ninja Crows possessed intelligence no less than that of children.
But no matter how intelligent they were, they could not grow hands to clean up their own droppings.
So Aoba had to clean it out regularly. He had been away for a while this time, and there was so much bird droppings that it was practically ready to ferment.
When the crows saw him return, they were especially affectionate, circling around him and cawing nonstop.
A peaceful, leisurely day passed just like that.
After cleaning the crow coop and checking on the growth of several young birds, the sky had already gone completely dark.
Aoba took a bath, washing away the stench of bird droppings, then lay back down on his soft little bed.
Late at night.
Aoba closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank deep into his mind.
There, a pale-blue virtual panel floated silently.
[One Unknown Encrypted Electronic Data Package (Analysis Progress: 30.2%)]
The progress bar was still inching along slowly.
There was nothing he could do about it. The Chip's computing power had been split evenly between this unknown data package and the analysis of the Human Puppet Technique and Fuinjutsu he had obtained from