"Just tell me whether you did it on purpose," Dave asked speechlessly, sitting in his wheelchair and looking at Sakumo beside him.
Great. Now neither master nor disciple had a decent reputation...
Dave had originally thought he could still work hard to change his nickname. Well, now no amount of effort would ever change it...
"I really didn't do it on purpose, Master! Who knew he'd suddenly crouch down?" Sakumo felt like crying, but no tears came... Even his father had started looking at him strangely after hearing about it...
His father had already packed Sakumo's luggage. Yes, his exact words had been, "Son, you're old enough now. You can get the hell... you can support yourself now. Go on, spread your wings and fly. Don't let your ties to the clan hold you back... Oh, and don't tell anyone you're from the Hatake Clan anymore..."
"...Lie low for a while... You're a Jonin now. Is there anything you want to do?" Dave asked with a helpless sigh.
"I want to get some experience in the ANBU," Sakumo said firmly after thinking for a moment.
Dave immediately took out his phone and called Hiruzen.
"No problem. Have Sakumo report to the ANBU tomorrow morning. I'll make the arrangements," Hiruzen said without objection. As an eleven-year-old Jonin, Sakumo was naturally welcome in his ANBU. Sure, this eleven-year-old Jonin's reputation was a little questionable, but that wasn't a major issue...
"Go home and get ready. Just report to the ANBU tomorrow," Dave said with a smile after hanging up.
"Thank you, Master! I'll go get ready now! Goodbye, Master, ma'am!" Sakumo nodded happily, said goodbye to Tsukimi and Dave, and left.
Watching Sakumo walk away, Dave nodded in satisfaction. The children had all grown up. Uh... although Dave hadn't actually taught them