"Hiroki? What was he here for?"
An inexplicable irritation rose in Mitokado Homura's heart.
Internal affairs and logistics were places where rules and procedures mattered most. Yet Sawada Hiroki, a combat prodigy who had only just turned ten, had come here.
He was probably getting restless just because he had a bit of ability, wanting to meddle in how the village operated.
Where was the Third?
Third, hurry back and rein in the brat you'd spoiled!
Young people were bullying others without even a shred of martial virtue!
Mitokado Homura snorted inwardly, but his face regained the maturity and calm expected of an elder advisor.
"Let him in."
The office door was pushed open, and Hiroki walked in.
"Good day, Elder Homura."
"Hiroki, is it? Why have you returned from the front lines? Did the battle go smoothly?" Mitokado Homura put on a perfunctory gentle smile and pointed at the scrolls on his desk.
He sighed. "I'm working right now, so I can't entertain you. What did you come to see me about? Is there some problem?"
What problem?
The problem of having enough to eat, of course.
Hiroki's calm gaze swept over Mitokado Homura, then passed over the worried chunin beside him, who was preparing to leave.
[Tanaka Kenta]: Sigh—Even Elder Homura can't do anything about it. The village is nearly running out of meat and vegetables. How are we supposed to get through this winter—
The man's worries were conveyed clearly into Hiroki's mind.
That was precisely why Hiroki had come here directly.
After ending his call with Kushina, "making sure everyone had enough to eat" had become the first matter he needed to handle.
To him, this was no longer merely the first step in "changing the Shinobi World." It was also a small but tangible promise