Just as Junlin's mind raced with countless thoughts, Silver Moon suddenly pulled him in another direction.
They wound their way through the maze-like Konoha Shinobi Village.
Silver Moon dragged Junlin right back to where they had started.
They were on the same street near the Konoha Library again.
And now Junlin noticed that Muye was already waiting there, takeout in hand. He had no idea when Muye had arrived.
Seeing them, Muye quickly scooped up the Shiba Inu with the unbearably smug face. "Ajiu, come here! I bought these pan-fried dumplings from Ichiraku Ramen for you. One serving was discounted, but the other two were full price. Don't waste them. They're all meat."
Junlin: "..."
Going to a ramen shop to buy pan-fried dumplings? Seriously?
Oh, right. Ichiraku Ramen was in the most conspicuous spot on the block.
If you bought ramen, the noodles would get soggy after a while.
But pan-fried dumplings could stay warm in the food box...
Exactly!
You could carry takeout with you, so why hadn't that assassin bought any? He'd gone hungry for days for nothing!
Could that assassin not know takeout existed?
Surely not?
Then Junlin watched the Shiba Inu expertly bite open the takeout box and start noisily smacking away at the dumplings.
The three of them and the dog sat on a public bench in an extremely inconspicuous spot, even screened by bushes.
They watched the assassin come running back from afar, wearing yet another face.
The Shiba Inu suddenly spoke in a human voice. "Here he comes, here he comes!"
Junlin's eyes widened, and he shot the Shiba Inu a speechless glance.
He realized that the dog wasn't even looking at him, instead whispering furtively to Muye beside him, "Miscalculation... He bought takeout this time."
Junlin: "..."
Silver Moon giggled. "I