Konoha's streets.
Tobitake Tonbo openly peeped on the pair, yet Anko and Shiso turned a blind eye to him, as did the surrounding residents.
It was as though he did not exist in this world.
Watching them eat here and there while Teksen Shiso kept paying, Tobitake Tonbo wondered if he had introduced the wrong match.
With Anko eating so extravagantly every day, even a Jōnin's income probably would not last very long.
The two of them seemed to be gradually growing familiar with each other, and Teksen Shiso slowly relaxed.
They had even begun interacting.
However, Anko had always held the initiative.
"Idiot. Back when I was pursuing Ayame, I always held the initiative."
Tobitake Tonbo felt that this disciple of his was truly foolish. He only had some talent when it came to being a ninja.
But watching the two interact reminded him of the past. He had once been like that too. It had been wonderful.
Things were wonderful now as well.
Before he knew it, he had lived in the Shinobi World for seven years, growing from an eleven-year-old boy into an eighteen-year-old young man.
He had fought in the Shinobi World War, worked as a teacher, served as a spy...
And he had a wife and children.
Time really flew. Everything was wonderful, except the Shinobi World was always plagued by disasters, which was not so wonderful.
Hmm?
Suddenly.
He spotted someone he knew on the street.
Sheng Shimon.
Once his teammate, now his subordinate.
At that moment,
Sheng Shimon was holding a girl's hand as they chatted and laughed, feeding each other skewers.
Hiss!
"So that's why I haven't seen you at work these past few days, and why I hadn't heard anything about your side job.
You ran off to pick up girls