Hashirama sat on the street wearing his little green helmet... His figure looked rather forlorn...
What a lousy start... Something went wrong on my very first order... Good thing it was someone I knew... He even left me a positive review...
No, I absolutely can't let this happen on the next order!
"Damn it!! Are all these delivery drivers that fast with their fingers?! Give me an order!!" Hashirama howled, tapping away at the screen...
"You won't get anywhere like that, Hashirama Senju," a voice said beside him.
Hashirama turned to look in confusion. A pig... Sitting on the pig was a man wrapped in bandages, also wearing a little green helmet... It was Mu, the Second Tsuchikage.
"Mu?" Hashirama asked in confusion.
"Mm. You're new, aren't you? First time taking orders?" Mu grunted twice, sitting on the pig's back with one hand resting on his leg, looking every bit the seasoned veteran.
"Yes, yes! Could you teach me? Those delivery drivers snatch orders way too fast!" Hashirama's eyes sparkled. Now he remembered—this Second Tsuchikage was a veteran of food delivery!
"No problem. The shinobi world is entering the information age now. Never mind the small villages and nations—the Five Great Shinobi Villages alone already have five hundred thousand delivery drivers. Think about it. Five hundred thousand. How are you supposed to grab an order?" Mu held a boxed lunch. He had spent all morning delivering food, and now it was lunchtime. With nothing else to do, he might as well chat with Hashirama Senju.
"Five hundred thousand?! Then what do I do?" This was Hashirama's first time hearing that, and he asked in surprise.
"For rookies like you, don't look for orders popping up in real time. Look for ones scheduled in advance. Those are basically left for newcomers