Loose snowflakes drifted through the air as Watanabe Ichiro shifted from his spirit body into a physical form, revealing himself.
He landed in the snow, tucked his hands into his sleeves, and gave a helpless look. "Teacher Tobirama..."
Tobirama Senju stood facing him through the fine, scattered snow.
Without a change in expression, he looked Ichiro up and down. At the sight of his true face, which looked much like Uchiha Ichiro's, the corners of his mouth lifted.
...He looks much the same. At least the brat has some conscience.
Watanabe Ichiro turned slightly, a little awkwardly, and leaned against something nearby to gaze down into the distance. He looked perfectly harmless, but inwardly, he was stunned.
This is ridiculous. He actually managed to find me here. Normally, people shouldn't even be able to see me.
Ah, that's the trouble with dealing with smart people. Before you even know what you failed to conceal, they see straight through you, call you out, and expose your identity.
Watanabe Ichiro had been sitting atop Hokage Rock with the Fat Dumpling System, watching the memories shared by his separate consciousnesses and enjoying his leisure.
Although he had learned through Uchiha Ichiro that Tobirama Senju had left, he hadn't expected him to come looking for him. By the time he realized someone was standing behind him, it was already too late to leave.
He had sat there for a while, clinging to a sliver of hope, but Tobirama Senju's pointed stare had made his back prickle. Feeling guilty, he had bought a one-day disguise and revealed himself.
Tobirama Senju calmly took a few steps forward and stood beside him, likewise looking down over all of Konoha.
"A little research into souls. After all, I died once and spent so long in the Netherworld as