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The next day.

Hanfu opened his eyes on his tatami, his head pounding and his whole body weak and limp. He knew it was the aftermath of a hangover, but there was nothing he could do about it. Last night, those nameless underlings had practically forced him to drink. At first, Hanfu had resisted, but somehow he'd ended up getting completely drunk.

He suspected Shisui had cast a Genjutsu on him.

Yeah, that had to be it!

Hanfu glanced at the time. It was 7:40.

Was he going to be late?

No way!

As a division commander, he had to lead by example. He absolutely couldn't start showing up late every day like Kakashi!

Hanfu gritted his teeth and got up. Swaying unsteadily, he brushed his teeth, washed up, ate breakfast, and headed out.

By the time he reached the Anbu Headquarters Building, he was half an hour late.

But compared to Kakashi, who was an hour late every day, he'd clearly improved a lot.

Hanfu graciously forgave himself.

He pushed open the door to the Sixth Division's Locker Room and raised an eyebrow. The enormous room was completely empty—not a soul in sight!

Were they staging a rebellion?

Hanfu walked into the Locker Room, feeling depressed. If he'd known, he would've slept for another two hours.

He yawned and sat down on a bench. As his eyes closed, he drifted off into a daze.

When he opened his eyes again, the Locker Room was still empty.

By now, Hanfu's head was much clearer, and he vaguely remembered that after getting carried away drinking last night, he'd said something about taking the day off...

Whatever. A day off was a day off.

It wasn't as if he had any missions anyway.

Hanfu walked out of the Locker Room, feeling drained.