Nara Ruzan, one of the elders of the Nara Clan and one of Konoha's chief strategists.
Like many intelligent people, he was a man so lazy that even walking felt like too much trouble.
If there were no missions, he too would have liked to lounge at home all day, living the good life where clothes were put on him and food was served to his mouth.
But now...
For the first time ever, he had donned the family's most formal ceremonial attire and personally boarded a carriage bound for Sawada Hiroki's home.
Because just moments ago, he had received two reports.
The first had come from the Anbu.
Yesterday, Might Duy—the genin who knew only taijutsu—had successfully completed his first cross-border transport run.
He had brought roughly five hundred kilograms of fruit and vegetables from the Land of Rain.
The round trip had taken no more than five minutes.
The second had come from the livestock farm in the eastern outskirts.
Also yesterday, every pig in the pens Sawada Hiroki had inspected had begun putting on weight like crazy, as if pumped full of stimulants! And it was all lean meat!
On average, every piglet had gained around four jin in a single day! Of that, over two jin had been pure lean meat! Was that reasonable?
It was not.
But the Shinobi World had never lacked unreasonable things.
For example, Ruzan had never imagined that a child could take part in the mission to encircle Hanzo. Nor had he imagined that Uchiha Madara, who should have died in the battle at the Valley of the End, could survive until now—going so far as to overpower the Five Kage before dying of exhaustion...
He had never imagined Hiroki would shine so brilliantly on the Allied Forces battlefield, either...
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