"Here."
Lin Qing handed over a realistic portrait.
Tsunade took it and examined it carefully.
The man in the portrait was Obito. With Star Platinum's photocopier-level restoration technique, Obito's blank expression had been reproduced with perfect accuracy.
"He's the Masked Man?" Tsunade asked.
"Yeah," Lin Qing replied.
"He looks far more ordinary than I imagined."
"Yeah."
Lin Qing answered again. As he spoke, he was about to toss the pen he had used for drawing into the Ghost Room. But just as he moved to put his hand in his pocket, Tsunade grabbed it.
"Put my pen down."
Only then did Lin Qing realize what he had done.
Back at the Research Institute, he had gotten into the habit of tossing his pen into the Ghost Room after signing his name.
Tsunade raised her chin slightly and snorted.
She had swiped this pen from Sakamoto, the Land of Fire's envoy, and it felt exceptionally comfortable to use.
She would not repeat Sakamoto's mistake.
Lin Qing was currently at Tsunade's home.
More than three months had passed since the war ended. Konoha had been on the winning side, and since the battlefield had been in the Land of Water, Tsunade's workload had eased considerably after she finished approving the first batch of aid.
At the very least, she no longer had to sleep in her office day and night.
Today, she had even managed to get off work at a normal hour. After returning home, she had listened to music while soaking in the bath, casually put on a robe, taken out a bottle of wine, several small dishes, and ice cups she had chilled in advance, ready to relax.
Then the doorbell rang.
Lin Qing, his entire body covered in cracks, stood outside.
"When Hayato Kamihara came to Konoha a