The Persuader

Ninjas did have excellent physical constitutions. Despite their relatively short average lifespans, children grew slightly faster than they had in his previous life, where there had been no supernatural powers.

In Mizuki's eyes, little Miyuki was already about as developed as a child graduating from kindergarten in his previous life—old enough for elementary school or a preparatory class. Hayate Gekko's daughter was about the same, roughly a year younger than Miyuki and not much shorter. By this time next year, she would probably be about Miyuki's current size.

Two years later, little Miyuki had reached the age to attend the Ninja Academy.

"Time really had passed before I knew it!"

From being all alone to building a family and a career, running all over the place and exhausting himself—relying on the intelligence in his memories, he had done many things in advance. From the life-and-death crisis at the beginning to gradually mitigating the butterfly effects caused by his own actions, ensuring that the Fourth Shinobi World War would not become the end of the shinobi world, Mizuki had done a great deal. He had even prepared for the worst.

But looking back now, what had he worked so hard for in the first place?

"Give them an inch and they'll take a mile. The ancients truly did not deceive me!"

"What?"

Even Asuma Sarutobi, standing right beside him, failed to hear Mizuki's muttering clearly and leaned closer to look at him.

"Stay away from me. Don't get so close, you greasy middle-aged uncle."

With a look of disgust, Mizuki shoved that bearded mouth out of his face.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Beating around the bush doesn't suit your image at all."

"Is that so? Haha... I knew I couldn't fool you!"

To be honest, among