"A Flying Thunder God Kunai," Mirai said casually. "If you're in danger, channel chakra into it. I'll sense it and come to you."
Guy's hand clenched around the Kunai.
Two streams of hot tears instantly poured from his eyes—
Literally two streams, one on each side. Fat teardrops struck the ground with a steady patter.
He dropped to one knee with a thud and looked up at Mirai. His voice trembled with emotion, every word ringing with youthful fervor:
"Senior Mirai! You—you still remember me! You actually remember me! If it hadn't been for what you said back then, I wouldn't even have gotten into the Ninja Academy! And now you've given me something so precious—
"I could never repay this kindness, not in my whole life! I swear on my youth—"
"All right, all right. Get up." Mirai pulled him to his feet. Guy's arm felt as hard as iron.
Mirai's mouth twitched. "Stop dropping to your knees over everything. The Kunai isn't that valuable. Just keep it for protection.
"Remember, only activate it when you're in danger. Don't use it carelessly, and don't go looking for trouble just to see if it works."
"Yes, sir! I, Might Guy, swear on my youth that I won't betray your trust!"
Guy carefully tucked the Kunai into his Ninja Tool Pouch and patted his chest. Then something occurred to him, and he looked up.
"Are you heading out on a mission, Senior? I heard there's going to be a war! Hidden Cloud, Iwagakure, Hidden Sand, Hidden Mist—four fronts, right?"
"Yeah. The Hidden Mist front."
"Good luck, Senior! Youth never loses!" Guy gave him a thumbs-up and flashed a dazzling grin.
That grin gleamed in the setting sun. Mirai could almost see a sparkling starburst beside it.
"Keep training." Mirai patted his