Tsunade did not know how to answer for a moment.
The man's aura was powerful, unlike anything she had encountered in her life.
She had only ever felt anything like it from her grandfather, the Second Hokage.
But her attention was elsewhere. Instinctively, she looked at the White-Haired Man behind him.
Since this man was that man's subordinate... could that man have sent him to protect her?
Her thoughts wandered for a moment.
The White-Haired Man noticed her gaze. His finely shaped lips curved slightly as he gave her a polite smile.
That smile felt like a warm spring breeze, leaving Tsunade momentarily dazed.
"Remember this! Your grandpa's name is Madara Uchiha!"
By the time she came back to her senses, the three were nowhere to be seen.
Only the commanding man's parting words still echoed in her ears.
"How rude... calling himself my grandpa..."
Tsunade briefly furrowed her delicate brows.
He was certainly powerful, but why was he so rude?
Why would that handsome white-haired young man take someone so rude as his subordinate?
She shook her head and stopped dwelling on it. When she turned back, she found that the noodles in her bowl had gone cold.
This one bowl of noodles... those three people who had appeared out of nowhere had kept her eating for ages...
Though it was mainly because of the man in white.
"Boss, were those three from Konoha? How come I've never seen them before?"
After a moment's thought, Tsunade asked Ichiraku.
"Oh, Princess Tsunade. Which three people?"
The Ichiraku Owner greeted her politely, then asked curiously.
"The three who were sitting over there just now."
Tsunade pointed toward a corner.
Three empty noodle bowls sat there, steam still rising from the remaining broth.
"Huh? Was someone sitting there earlier? I don't remember