Jiraiya took his leave looking utterly miserable, his face smeared with tears and snot.
Hiruzen Sarutobi, meanwhile, felt refreshed in body and mind. Even the wounds on his face suddenly seemed less painful.
Watanabe Ichiro waved goodbye to the two of them, then his expression grew grave.
While retrieving his spirit body, he had felt someone watching him.
According to the system, Black Zetsu was far away in the Land of Lightning. It wasn't him.
Was it the Sage of Six Paths?
No, the system had said it could block the Six Paths' perception.
Then who was it?
Was there anyone in the Shinobi World today who could evade my senses and spy on me from nearby without being discovered?
Watanabe Ichiro frowned, sweeping his gaze around the Hokage's Office.
Was it a remote spying technique? It shouldn't be. A technique formula like that would cause at least some spatial fluctuations. It couldn't leave no trace at all.
But this feeling of someone's eyes on me, making my skin prickle...
There was no mistaking it. Someone was definitely watching me, and they were right here in this office!
He turned away and paced casually, slowly approaching the window of the Hokage Building. Outwardly, he looked as though he was simply tired from handling paperwork and wanted to admire the view.
But if anything happened, he could immediately escape through here and counterattack, rather than be left with nowhere to dodge.
Who on earth was it?
Watanabe Ichiro felt uneasy. Having something slip beyond his control was an unpleasant feeling.
He surveyed the view outside, deliberately leaving his back exposed. If someone wanted to harm him, this was their best chance.
Yet that watching gaze seemed to lose interest in him, and the feeling of being spied on vanished.
*Strange. Were