While the other Masters were hurrying toward the isolated island overseas, Miroku, who had connections, was called to Shiro's residence. Of course, it was nothing shady—he was merely giving this ally some help.
"Knock, knock~ Lord Shiro, Miroku is here."
"Mm? Perfect timing. Sit for a bit first. I'll be done soon." Shiro, his sleeves rolled up, waved a hand at Miroku, signaling for her to sit in the living room.
Miroku looked at Shiro in an apron, her pupils widening slightly. She opened her mouth, a little shocked, but did not know what to say. She hurriedly replied, then walked toward the living room while looking at Shiro with a strange expression.
She had never expected the legendary God of Ninjutsu to actually cook for himself.
"Hi~ Sister Miroku, we meet again." As soon as Miroku entered the living room, Naruto, who was sprawled across the table, looked at her with his Ronghao eyes narrowed into slits and greeted her.
He had met her two days ago while learning ninjutsu at Minato's place. They were not exactly close, and she was not cute either, but Naruto's sweet mouth made up for it!
So Miroku's impression of him was fairly good.
"Naruto? Are you here cultivating under Lord Shiro?"
"Mm, today I'm training with Uncle Shiro." Suddenly, Naruto glanced around furtively, then quietly leaned his head over beside Miroku. "Hey, hey, Sister Miroku, are you here to go on a date with Uncle Shiro? If you are, then my stomach is about to hurt."
Miroku froze for a moment, not expecting Naruto to understand such things at such a young age. She smiled and shook her head. "A little kid acting like a grown-up. I only came here to discuss official matters with Lord Shiro." Miroku tilted her head and