Inside an ordinary Konoha residence, the simple, unadorned furniture was arranged according to Konoha's most common household style.
These houses had all been mass-produced by the First using Wood Release from the same mold, so uniformity was perfectly normal.
But a powerful piece of calligraphy hanging in the center of the living room radiated a faint, intangible pressure between its strokes. It was as though seeing the words was the same as seeing the man himself, offering a glimpse of Tobirama Senju.
"Konoha Premium White Zetsu Services Co., Ltd."
Seated on the sofa, Rikusei looked with satisfaction at the black words on white paper hanging on the wall, especially the red seal in the lower-right corner that belonged to Tobirama. It was an endorsement from the strongest force in the Shinobi World.
It was undeniably an enterprise directly under Konoha's jurisdiction. Unfortunately, it recruited only White Zetsu and accepted no outsiders, leaving the many shinobi who came to inquire on opening day disappointed.
This guy.
The middle-aged man leaning against the sofa pierced through the smoke with his sharp gaze as he watched his opponent this time.
With the seasoned eye of a veteran businessman, he did not need to examine him closely. At a single glance, he saw through his opponent's age—the same youthful air as the tea leaves bobbing in the clear water beside him.
His increasingly solemn eyes could not help recalling his precious son, who was the same age as the boy before him and did nothing but come home covered in gaudy rouge and powder.
The handsome face was far too young, making him unable to help suspecting that this intermediary service company might just be a joke.
But the strange white figure standing beside the boy completely dispelled his doubts.
That was indeed White