"Is my wife still Biwako in this world? Or did I choose another woman?"
Hiruzen Sarutobi suddenly asked.
Torifu had no idea what he meant, so he simply replied, "Yes, it's Biwako."
Hearing that, Torifu had expected Hiruzen to look disappointed, but instead, he smiled.
"Wonderful. Biwako and I have weathered half a lifetime together, and both versions of me chose her. I suppose we were destined to be together."
It was quite a coincidence. Hiruzen Sarutobi seemed to have fallen in love with Biwako very early on, and nearly forty years had passed in the blink of an eye.
"Haha, that's a bit much, isn't it? Biwako has never complained."
"That's true, she never complains. But when I saw her unconscious that day, I was deeply shaken."
His wife had been killed, and there had been nothing he could do. If it weren't for Torifu, Biwako would already be dead.
That was one of the many reasons he trusted Torifu so much.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to the Other World on the word of a Third Generation Hokage.
He wasn't stupid enough to do that.
When the two returned to the Yunzhong Clan Grounds, it was just about time for dinner, so Hiruzen naturally joined them.
During the meal, Torifu introduced Hiruzen to everyone in his household.
There were many names Hiruzen had never heard before.
Amado, Konan, Anhua—he didn't know a single one of them.
But after the introductions, he had at least formed a basic impression of everyone.
Torifu didn't care whether Hiruzen remembered them all. He introduced everyone anyway, so Hiruzen would have a general idea.
"Hokage Torifu, you can stay here for the next few nights. I'll do my best to make you comfortable."
Hiruzen thanked him repeatedly. "Thank you, Hokage Torifu. You escorted