Life returned to peace.
Aoba resumed his nine-to-five life as an overworked employee.
During the day, he toiled away at Konoha Hospital. At night, he went home to study and improve the Spirit Transformation Technique.
Every now and then, he summoned Teacher Dan to offer guidance. After all, an Edo Tensei body was inherently immortal. Not only was it safer to have Senior Dan conduct the experiments, but Aoba could also obtain extremely accurate data.
Moreover, as a former Konoha Jōnin, Senior Dan possessed considerable mastery in other ninjutsu as well, including Fuinjutsu, which Aoba was worst at.
Of course he had to fleece this sheep for all it was worth.
During the day, he occasionally mooched a meal at Shinku's House and teased Kurenai while he was at it.
His days could not have been more comfortable.
The only downside was that the friction with the Iwa ninja at the border was becoming increasingly frequent.
Yet the atmosphere within Konoha grew more and more oppressive. Although all-out war had not yet begun, the smell of gunpowder already hung in the air.
This was somewhat different from the Third Shinobi World War he remembered.
It left Aoba both pleased and worried.
He was pleased because the future might change.
He was worried because if the future truly changed, would he not lose his advantage of foresight?
"Did you hear? That Hatake Kakashi screwed over another teammate."
The hospital nurses' station was always where information flowed most freely.
Several young nurses gathered together, organizing bandages as they whispered among themselves.
"Which team was this?"
"The seventh one, I think? I heard his teammate only suffered minor injuries and couldn't keep up with his speed, so Kakashi abandoned him on the spot. If their captain hadn't risked his life to save him,