He had surpassed him in every way, his strength commanding the respect of the Shinobi World. Konoha had also flourished, becoming the wealthiest village in the Shinobi World.
These were all things Hashirama had planned to accomplish over several decades, yet Torifu had achieved them within just a few years of taking office.
His own son was one thing, but although his grandson and granddaughter were both quite capable, they simply couldn't compare to Torifu.
Hashirama had once wondered if Nawaki could surpass Torifu too. But then the boy went looking for his father—and spent ten years doing it.
That shattered Hashirama's beautiful dream. Still, he figured that even if Nawaki hadn't gone looking for his father and had instead focused on getting stronger in Konoha, he still wouldn't have been able to beat Torifu.
About half an hour later, Mito finished preparing all the dishes and called everyone over to get ready to eat.
Nawaki couldn't help swallowing. After being away for so long, what he'd missed most was his grandmother's cooking.
And today, he finally got his wish.
"Don't just stand there. Help me bring out the dishes."
"Sure thing!"
Nawaki, Tsunade, and Dan hurried into the kitchen and helped Mito carry out the dishes, one plate at a time.
Nawaki was carrying a plate of stew, rich with oil and sauce. It looked absolutely mouthwatering.
Its aroma wafted through the air, making his mouth water uncontrollably.
In the end, they brought all the dishes to the table—ten dishes, sixteen dishes in all.
Uchiha Chirori and Tsunade had helped prepare some of them. Otherwise, Mito would have had far too much to do.
"Where's Amado? Why hasn't he come yet?" Mito had no idea what everyone had been discussing outside earlier.
Seeing that everyone was at the table