"The Shinobi World Olympics? Yahiko, should we go?" Konan looked at the letter in her hand, then turned to Yahiko beside her in confusion.
"Yes! Of course we're going!" Yahiko sprang to his feet and shouted excitedly.
Nagato was famous now, while Yahiko spent every day running Akatsuki without making a name for himself at all.
The last Shinobi World Olympics is still fresh in everyone's minds, but I was born at the wrong time! Boo-hoo... such a perfect chance to get famous, gone just because I was born a few years too late.
At the last Shinobi World Olympics, so many people had shot to fame. Uncle Dave and the rest of Konoha's F4 were still celebrated throughout Konoha, legends of their generation.
An aura of bold grandeur gradually radiated from Yahiko, leaving Konan utterly speechless.
"Yahiko, let me ask you something. Do you really think Uncle Dave and those other three have a good reputation?" Konan asked cautiously.
"Of course! My dream is to become someone like Uncle Dave. This time, I'm going to conquer the Shinobi World Olympics!" Yahiko slowly raised his hand and clenched it into a fist, gazing sharply at the distant sky.
"...Maybe we should forget it, Yahiko. Our organization has finally started getting somewhere. Don't go over there and embarrass us until all that progress goes down the drain." Konan was doing everything she could to dissuade him.
But who was Yahiko? Was he really someone who could be talked out of things that easily?
"Actually, Konoha's new-generation F4 is already taking shape. All it's missing is the two of us, Konan!" Yahiko turned back to her excitedly.
"What new generation? Why not let the old generation keep the title? Let's sit this one out." Konan was almost ready to cry.
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