The bespectacled boy, Mitokado Homura, twisted aside to avoid Utatane Koharu as he entered the restaurant, picking up the conversation. "Though mapmaking missions are tedious, complicated, and time-consuming, they're safe, and the rewards seem to be among the few B-rank missions comparable to A-rank missions! I heard Wu spent two years drawing and reproducing every blade of grass and tree in the Forest of Death as a sand-table map. That made a huge contribution to the missions and training of the Anbu and many shinobi!"
"Wu! The classmate you were talking about?"
The last boy to enter wore clothing marked with the Uchiha Clan emblem. The Gunbai pattern on his back was exceptionally glaring in Mingye's eyes as he stood in a shadowy corner some distance away. Having heard this much, Mingye no longer felt like eavesdropping. He silently used the Body Flicker Technique and vanished into the shadows. Senju Tobirama, meanwhile, frowned and turned to look through the restaurant toward where Mingye had just been hiding, then smiled mockingly at himself.
"I've really been so exhausted lately that my nerves are getting overly tense."
"Ha ha ha ha! My dear granddaughter, come here, come here! Look at the gift I got you! This is called a die. It's the most fun thing in the world!"
In the courtyard where Senju Hashirama lived, a child who looked to be around one year old crawled happily across the wooden floor on hands and feet toward Hashirama. Hashirama clapped to encourage her, shaking the die in his hand with great delight.
"Ah!"
After crawling to Hashirama's side and squeezing into his arms, the child swiftly snatched the die from his hand and held it up proudly. Uzumaki Mito had just finished tidying the room and came over to the grandfather and granddaughter.