Seeing his student Ōnoki still suffering under the influence of that lousy rock, Mu felt a pang of heartache.
Just look at what it had done to his student. The lousy rock had gone moldy, yet he still carried it everywhere he went!
"Master, so you've already put the will of stone into practice?" After listening to everything his master had been through, Ōnoki looked at him with aching sympathy and asked through his tears.
"Ah, there's a fine saying: even those of humble station dare not forget their country. Though I am no longer Iwagakure's Tsuchikage, nor do I live there anymore, I have never dared forget Iwagakure in my heart," Mu said mournfully.
"Master!!" Ōnoki's heart ached.
Just then, Mu's phone chimed. He picked it up and checked it.
[Hello, Mr. Mu. The transfer of your nonlocal registration for the Konoha residency you applied for ten years ago was completed today. Please bring your Identity Documents to the Konoha Residents' Office before five o'clock tomorrow afternoon to complete the registration transfer procedures. Konoha looks forward to welcoming you.]
As he read the message, the corners of Mu's mouth instantly began to rise, shattering his feigned sorrow.
Ten years. Ten whole years! It finally went through! I can finally become part of Konoha!! I won't have to pay that damned five-percent tax when I top up my games anymore!!
Ten years! Do you people have any idea how I've lived these past ten years?!!
Konoha villagers even get medical insurance and everything. I haven't dared get sick in decades! Konoha also gives monthly subsidies to people without jobs. I've been drooling over those for decades!!
At that thought, with his hardships finally over and a bright future right before his eyes, tears trickled from the corners of