"Ah!" Sarutobi Hiruzen nodded somewhat regretfully. This wine had been raised by its mother—after drinking this cup, how could he drink anything else?
"Don't worry. Once Mirai's determination to fight for chicken settles down, the restaurant will definitely open, and then we'll make money at other people's expense!" Mirai had that confidence. The Tibetan restaurant's tiger-whip wine and Daughter's Red were cheap. If he sold them here, even if he raised the price a hundredfold, people would still buy them! Good goods were not afraid of being hidden deep in an alley. Mirai had that confidence. The only trouble was that someone might come looking for trouble then. His strength was still too weak!
Hiruzen's eyelids twitched. It was a good thing that Mirai had ambition. Wasn't this ambition full of promise? He sounded like an outstanding ninja, making all his money off others. Moreover, he was an ideal successor for the Hokage.
"Mm, making money is important, but pay attention to your proper profession. You can become a ninja." Sarutobi Hiruzen inherited the spirit of the neighboring monkey and advised Mirai, unknowingly fostering his own spirit within him!
Mirai nodded. "Do you want some Mirai Kendo Chicken?" He then took out hamburgers and chicken wings and handed them to Hiruzen.
Seeing Mirai take out more food, Hiruzen did not stand on ceremony. He had already learned from Kushina that Mirai's meat was delicious. "You seem to be quite talented in Space-Time Ninjutsu. How did you learn the Flying Thunder God Technique?" he asked.
Mirai smacked his lips. How could he remember something like the Flying Thunder God? "It may take Mirai a long time, but I think Mirai is very suited to the Flying Thunder God Technique."
The moment Sarutobi Hiruzen heard Mirai's words, his eyes suddenly lit up.