"What kind of life is this?" Dave stared at the newspaper in his hands, utterly exasperated.
"Look at this brat. He's pitch-black! How does he look anything like me? Huh? Look at him! Is this really my grandson?"
Dave put down the newspaper and gazed out the window with a troubled expression.
"Look, look, Kakashi! I'm an Unregistered Shinobi now!" Clutching the Black Market wanted notice printed in the newspaper, Obito excitedly sought out his friends to share the news.
"...Are you really Grandpa Dave's grandson?" Kakashi stared at Obito in pained disbelief.
"That's unclear, but there's no denying that Obito is a little bastard," Mitsuki said with a smile.
Inside the Hokage Building, Orochimaru stared at the surveillance feed from the streets.
"So this is Konoha these days," Orochimaru said helplessly.
"Hahaha! What a lively scene!" Jiraiya exclaimed excitedly from the sofa beside him.
"If you have nothing to do, help me with the paperwork instead of sitting here acting like an idiot," Orochimaru said, giving Jiraiya an indifferent glance.
"Ahem, ahem! Inspiration just struck me! Sorry, Orochimaru, but I need to go gather material!" Feeling that gaze on him, Jiraiya hurriedly got up and fled.
Orochimaru looked helpless. Hokage Assistants, his ass. When could he ever find Tsunade or Jiraiya during the day?
"Mitsuki and the others are graduating soon, aren't they? It's time to assign them an instructor." Something suddenly occurred to Orochimaru, and he looked down at the files in his hands.
Just as Orochimaru was sorting through the files of Konoha's current Jonin in search of a suitable Shinobi, one file suddenly caught his attention.
"Minato Namikaze, age twenty. D-rank missions: 2,389,148????? CI-rank missions: 42,358??? C-rank missions: 14,950? A-rank missions: 8,997. S-rank missions: 1,042????"
The sheer extravagance of this practically peerless Shinobi record left Orochimaru