The death rate among newly graduated Genin was high. Even with a teacher leading them, it remained alarmingly high.
Those who could not get a teacher and had to form their own teams were worse off. It was already considered good if two or three out of ten survived.
"Actually, Sensei doesn't object to us leaving the village to carry out missions. He even wants to take us out himself. It's just that he can't right now—he can't get away."
"That does make some sense. My sister, that bastard Jiraiya, and Orochimaru didn't have many chances to leave the village for missions either. After all, their teacher was the Hokage."
Nawaki compared himself to Tsunade's three-man team and realized that he seemed to have been treated far better than they had.
Although his teacher was a complete bastard, Jingyi was there in place of Jiraiya, so his training would not fall behind.
"Forget it, no point thinking about that. Since Jingyi has that idea, let's look forward to it. Come on, Little Blondie, let's continue."
"Don't call me Little Blondie."
"Hehe, other people can call you that, but I can't?"
"Second Idiot."
"Pfft!! Shut up! You're not allowed to call me that!!"
"Sensei can call you that, but I can't?"
"Ahhh!! Little Blondie, you've gone too far!!"
"Second Idiot, we're even."
"..."
On the roadside not far from home, Jingyi watched the two boys in the courtyard bickering and roughhousing, then shook his head speechlessly.
Without realizing it, Little Blondie had turned bad too.
Still, he was right that they were even.
If Nawaki could call Minato Namikaze Little Blondie, then it was only reasonable for Minato to call him Second Idiot in return.
Three days passed in a flash. At a special Anbu passageway, a group of ninjas from