Ink-black characters formed all sorts of shapes, laid out in neat rows before Tobirama's eyes. But as his gaze moved up and down, the black-and-white text grew increasingly blurry.
Tobirama, half-reclined in a rocking chair, reached out a thin, aged arm. Despite his age, it moved with surprising agility as he felt for the glasses on the table and settled them precisely on the bridge of his nose.
The changes in the Shinobi World were becoming harder and harder for an old man to understand.
Wearing his reading glasses, Tobirama had put aside the sharp edge of his youth. A puzzled look crossed his kindly face as he read about a piece of advanced technology called a "computer."
Watching the so-called media ninja lavish praise on the "computer," Tobirama's narrowed eyes flashed with disdain.
This thing—
how could it compare to the "Evolved Infinite Tsukuyomi," created after the Second God Tree transformed it?
Though he couldn't help looking down on it, Tobirama sat in the shade of his courtyard and used the bright daylight to finish reading the Shinobi World publications, whose quality varied wildly.
The sight of Hokage Rock when he raised his head told him that they were already on the Fifth Hokage. The passage of time had extinguished the urge to set things in order that had stirred within him.
The Fifth Hokage was Jiraiya, who had mastered Mount Myoboku's Senjutsu and the ninja arts.
Right.
He was tactful and fairly strong, but easily fell for a beauty's charms.
Tobirama pushed himself up by the armrests, picked up the cane beside him that came with all sorts of perks, then turned to gaze at Hokage Rock.
"We're already at the fifth, nearly the sixth, huh?"
After one last glance at the colossal stone faces, Tobirama lightly thumped