The days turned like a millstone pulled by a donkey, round and round, pressing time into thin pages.
Minato's Team's lives as Genin became regular to an outrageous degree.
Whenever they drew a D-Rank mission slip, it was always the same few things.
Finding cats, pulling weeds, cleaning foul drainage ditches, moving warehouses for some wealthy household.
At first, Obito had been full of fighting spirit, believing himself to be a hero destined to save the world.
Three months later, whenever he saw that huge "D" on a mission form, he wanted to flip the table on the spot.
The most ridiculous time was when they helped a resident move house.
An antique wardrobe rolled down the stairs and came crashing toward Obito's forehead.
And so...
The Sharingan, the legendary eye technique, the pride of the Uchiha Clan—Obito's first practical application in a mission: catching furniture.
Ye turned the incident into a joke and told it for a full month.
Kakashi grew increasingly proficient at writing mission reports. The word count went from one hundred to fifty, until eventually he only wrote ten words.
Mission complete. No abnormalities. Everything proceeded smoothly.
Meanwhile, Rin became the most welcome guest at Kushina's house.
In less than a year, she could independently write an entire complex high-level binding Sealing Jutsu formula.
The lines of the formula were so clean and crisp that even Kushina could not find the slightest flaw in them.
The first time Rin succeeded, Kushina excitedly slapped Minato on the back.
She nearly smacked the future Fourth Hokage straight into the wall.
"I found a treasure! Minato! I really found a treasure!"
Minato rubbed his aching shoulder, leaned over to take a look, and after a long silence, gave a bitter smile.
"You didn't seem this happy when you taught