The moment Sasuke heard the word "revenge," his body tensed instinctively, his gaze narrowing to a single point. Every day, he wished he could tear Itachi to pieces immediately. "Commissar, before I defeat Itachi, I want to defeat you."
"I'll always be here. I'm ready anytime."
Although Naruto was talking about handing over his work, his thoughts remained tangled, making it impossible for him to relax. After lowering his head to think for a long while, he suddenly looked up, about to say something. But when his gaze swept over everyone's exhausted faces after their fervent work, his shoulders abruptly relaxed, and he merely said,
"Forget it. Everyone has worked hard lately, so go get some rest. Nights are meant for rest and relaxation. Deer Shadow, Zero, spend the next few days getting familiar with the daily work. I'll organize the important points afterward. Don't put too much pressure on yourselves. I'm only going into seclusion, not becoming a monk. If anything happens, you can come find me."
Everyone noticed that Naruto's demeanor had changed considerably, but since work was over, there was nothing much to ask.
After saying that, Naruto turned and left the meeting room, heading outside.
The night was like water, washing over Konoha's rooftops.
The moon hung high in the center of the sky, its cold radiance spilling across the deserted Third Training Ground and stretching the shadows of the three wooden posts long and thin.
Naruto Uzumaki sat atop one of the posts. He had changed into his familiar orange tracksuit, without his forehead protector or the forbidding aura that usually kept people at a distance. He simply sat there in silence, looking up at the moon like an ordinary boy with something on his mind.
Only after taking off the mask of the "commissar"