At the Konoha Gate Checkpoint, the Combat Shinobi guarding the entrance was already exhausted from dealing with crowds all day.
Taking advantage of the thinner crowds after dark, he rubbed his sore eyes and hurriedly put in some eye drops, terrified he would go blind while he was still so young.
Sensing more people approaching, he neither raised his head nor opened his eyes. He simply picked up a fresh application form, set it in front of him, and mechanically asked the usual question:
"Names?"
"Ōtsutsuki Terukuru." / "Ōtsutsuki Takayuki."
"Where are you from?"
"The moon."
The Combat Shinobi's pen paused. Keeping his eyes closed, he rapidly picked out the relevant keyword and wrote "Moon Shinobi Village" in the address field through muscle memory. Then he asked sternly:
"What brings you to Konoha?"
"We have come to welcome the Princess of the God Tree, in accordance with our ancestors' wishes."
"What the hell is that? Nobody in our village goes by that. Give me a name!"
The Main Family father and son exchanged a glance, then answered quite honestly:
"Uchiha Shingetsu."
"Who did you say?! Holy shit!!!"
The unfortunate Combat Shinobi was instantly jolted awake. An icy chill crawled up his spine into his brain, freezing even the blood in his veins. It chilled him to the core.
He sucked in a cold breath. His pen shook uncontrollably and fell onto the application form, leaving several blurry ink spots.
Are these guys tired of living? What a mouth on them, asking for our village's little princess right off the bat! What kind of lunatics are they? Aren't they afraid Madara Uchiha will pound them into mincemeat?
The Combat Shinobi grumbled inwardly, thinking:
If I let these two lunatics in, Lord Madara might beat me to death too!
"Where did you