"Relax, Senior Duy. There's no need to be so formal."
Yan Uchiha smiled as he spoke. "Lord Hokage approved my invitation to you. This is mainly about the Eight Gates."
"I exchanged my mission reward for a chance to train in the Eight Gates, then went through the records again. Of those who practiced it during the Second Hokage's time, you're the only one still registered in Konoha and serving as a shinobi."
"So naturally, I had to invite you to oversee my training."
"For the time being, you'll stay in the Uchiha Clan Compound. Until I finish my training, all that time will count toward your mission, with payment calculated at the rate for a B-rank mission."
He paused, then added, "You have family to look after, Senior Duy, so we'll pay you monthly. For now, let's set it at three hundred thousand ryo a month. Would that work for you?"
His words were courteous, and his smile was impeccable.
Of course, Yan Uchiha wasn't going to tell Might Duy, "I want to win you over," at their first meeting. This sort of thing couldn't be rushed. He had to take it one step at a time.
Might Duy was only a civilian shinobi, straightforward and simple-minded, with something of an inferiority complex. There was no need to introduce him to the tangled intrigues of Konoha High Command just yet.
Might Guy was just as uncomplicated. Whoever held the position of Hokage had his support. As for right and wrong, he might not necessarily be able to tell the difference.
Might Duy, on the other hand, seemed more inclined to hide.
It wasn't that he couldn't distinguish right from wrong. Rather, as a civilian who had spent most of his life in a position of weakness, he wanted to