The Ninja Academy's Incredible Legends (55) The Guy Who Slapped My Face, It's Good Enough I'm Not Making Things Difficult For You

Sitting in a dango shop and eating with a straight face was a rare experience for Mizuki.

Most of the customers here were young girls. Tsubaki had rarely come here before; compared to good food, she preferred quietly growing flowers, then diligently taking on missions and saving money to prepare for opening a flower shop.

If she hadn't been abruptly woken up today and felt a little lightheaded from low blood pressure, she probably wouldn't have wandered in without realizing it. It felt strange not to eat anything once she was here, though she might have left long ago otherwise.

By coincidence, Mizuki actually knew someone here—Anko Mitarashi, who loved dango like her life depended on it.

Mizuki had not dealt with Anko Mitarashi many times, but Tsubaki was quite familiar with her.

"Yo, isn't this Lord Mizuki? Such a famous big shot—what brings you to a shabby little shop like this?"

"Shabby? The owner behind you isn't happy about that."

She came here often, ate with great relish, and still had nothing but criticism to offer. Customers like that truly had no idea what gratitude was.

"It's nothing. Don't mind it."

Anko Mitarashi plopped down across from Mizuki and spoke indistinctly through a mouthful of dango.

"I heard you've been drilling those kids at the Ninja Academy pretty hard."

"That was the whip of love. It'll help them better carry on Konoha's spirit, so the Will of Fire can be passed down through the generations."

"Give me a break. I think you just thought they had too much free time and decided to make trouble for them."

"Think whatever you want."

Mizuki helplessly poked the ice cream in front of him with his straw. This was a sundae, right? Could anyone really finish this horrible thing? The calories were