Just like that, a long time passed. Mirai's hand stretched out from the ramen shop. After washing dishes, it was practically bald and covered in fuzz. He looked at his hand and sighed. "I'm not coming here to eat again next time!"
Although he had been unconscious for too long during the day, he still had not rested properly. He had spent a long time washing bowls and plates at Ichiraku Ramen, leaving him exhausted. He had not even dealt properly with the sound of killing people with the shattered Mystic Eyes. When Mirai got home, he collapsed onto his bed and fell asleep.
Nothing happened that night. The next morning was bright and sunny.
Hokage Office.
Sarutobi Hiruzen rubbed his aching head, looked at Mirai standing before him, and frowned. "You've only just been promoted to chūnin, and your defection has not yet been exposed. It's too soon to carry out a promotion to jōnin."
Mirai had come to the Hokage Office this time in order to complete the task assigned to him by the system: become an elite jōnin.
At first, Mirai had thought becoming an elite jōnin would be easy. After all, his apparent strength was already comparable to Orochimaru, one of the Three Legendary Ninja. He was not someone ordinary people could defeat, and his power had already surpassed that of ordinary elite ninja.
However, Mirai had not expected Sarutobi Hiruzen to say that becoming a jōnin required more than merely completing missions. At this point, Mirai was not suited for an early promotion to jōnin.
That made Mirai extremely unhappy. Though he was displeased, his expression remained calm as he looked at Sarutobi Hiruzen. "I hope Lord Huo Ying will agree."
Sarutobi Hiruzen raised his eyelids, and the wrinkles on his face trembled. At last,