Granny saw Mirai, then glanced at the other Jiraiya and Oromo. It was dangerous over there—extremely dangerous, even if no one had died yet. Mirai was surrounded by three layers of ninja guards inside and three layers outside. Even if the enemy wanted to kill him, it would be very difficult.
After hesitating for a while, Granny still said sternly, "And Mirai is supporting them with Oromo. You must watch your safety. If anyone comes, remember to run. Do you understand? You're not weak now, and the battlefield has changed. Anything can happen..."
Granny kept talking, and Mirai listened with a dark expression. Is this what women are like? My mother-in-law loves talking about everything, even on a battlefield. Doesn't she know that every minute matters here? She had even forgotten that Jiraiya and Oromo were suffering right now, continuing to lecture Mirai instead.
"Teacher, Mirai understands. Hurry up, or those two will be done for!" Mirai helplessly interrupted Granny's tirade. This little master did not need her to tell him that if he wanted to survive, he had to run. He had little attachment to Konoha. If his comrades died and he truly had no choice, he would turn and run. If he switched to Speed Mode, he doubted anyone could outrun him by much.
"You!" Granny glared angrily at Mirai. Why was this child so ignorant? How could she possibly rest easy? What?
"Don't worry, Mirai is strong!" Mirai then closed his eyes and stopped paying attention to Granny. Instead, he focused on saving himself and Oromo.
Granny's departure was obvious in Mirai's eyes. He merely frowned without saying anything. He was deeply worried about Mirai's safety. Not only did she protect him herself, but she had also arranged for famous experts to protect him. Having Granny guard