A New War?
"Master, you're up so early."
Yahiko opened the door to the room next door and stepped outside.
"You're up early too. You never got up this early back home."
Yahiko scratched his head. "Hehe, there's a lot to do here, and I've been entrusted with important responsibilities. Of course I have to take them seriously."
Torifu nodded. "Well said. I'm glad you've become such genuine friends with Nagato. Keep it up, and remember to guide him so he doesn't go astray."
Yahiko nodded. "I understand, Master. The three of us have become close friends who can talk about anything. I'd do it for my friends, if nothing else."
Looking at Yahiko, Torifu couldn't help feeling that the boy had finally grown up.
Yahiko had come to the Kumonaka Clan when he was six. Before Torifu knew it, so much time had passed.
He had raised him all these years, and Yahiko was no different from his own child.
In Torifu's heart, Yahiko, Konan, and Haoyuan were all the same.
"Good. Make the most of your time here. When you return to the village, you'll have to do your part for it, too."
Yahiko nodded. "Of course. Konoha is my home. I'm only here to help a friend. I know the difference, Master."
Torifu laughed. "That's good. I was worried you and Konan might not come home when the time came. That would break my heart."
Yahiko walked behind Torifu and began kneading his shoulders. "What are you talking about, Master? How could I not come home? Are you getting old? Why are you suddenly so sentimental?"
Torifu shot Yahiko a glare. "Get out of here. Do I look old to you? Go on, get lost!"
Yahiko spread his hands and pursed his lips in resignation. "All right,