Practicing to the max seemed to leave little time for new developments. Mirai was full of anticipation.
At that time, in a secluded cafeteria at a livestock farm, two men who had been quietly observing Mirai for several mornings drank before two tables of wine.
Yet beneath the tables, the two were secretly conversing.
"Lord Suzuki, I know the person who caught your attention. His name is Mirai. He is just over three years old and an orphan. His mother died in childbirth, while his father perished in the chaos of the old regime. He has now been adopted by Nakami, the head of a mountain family." After quietly delivering this information, Chikawa of the Long Han River waved the wine bowl in his hand and drained it boldly.
"An orphan, only a little over three years old... This brat is truly a genius." After receiving his subordinate's report, the normally composed Suzuki stirred slightly. Somewhat startled, he lifted the wine bowl before him and lowered his head to cover his mouth, unable to hide his emotions.
"You need not concern yourself with this. I'll handle it myself. Inform the loyal men to prepare for battle. I'll contact you in three days. There will be an important mission then." After secretly issuing the order and receiving confirmation, Suzuki quietly set his drink on the table and deliberately left.
The remaining imposing Tianhua ordered several more drinks as well, then left with a wine bottle in hand as though drunk, despite the manager's dissatisfied urging.
Over the next three days, both Konoha and the Sound Village were busy, but Mirai's life was not greatly affected. It remained peaceful and calm. Aside from the severely wounded being sent to the hospital for treatment every night, and the occasional grief on some people's