Troubled by his frustrations, Mizuki drank more and more. Before he knew it, he had slumped over the table, mumbling groggily to himself as the voices from the next table drifted into his ears.
The two ninja at the next table seemed to be lamenting their own lack of strength.
The younger ninja spoke. "Ah, too bad I'm only a Chunin. If I were a Jonin, everyone would definitely take me seriously!"
The other ninja, whose voice was somewhat hoarse, replied, "Don't just eat. Drink, drink... You want to become a Jonin? So do I. We just don't have the talent."
"Fine, I know I don't have the talent to become a Jonin." The younger ninja sounded unconvinced. "Learning some stronger ninjutsu would work too. I believe I could make something of myself and earn everyone's respect."
"How could it be that easy?"
Exactly. How could it be that easy?
Groggy as he was, Mizuki could not have agreed more with the hoarse-voiced ninja. He wanted to become a Jonin too, to learn more powerful ninjutsu and earn everyone's respect. But who would teach him?
That thought only made Mizuki feel worse.
The younger ninja retorted, "Tch! Who says it isn't easy? The village's Scroll of Seals is full of powerful ninjutsu. Learn even one, and you could become a Jonin."
"You're drunk!"
"I'm not drunk... Not a bit. Hehe, you don't know this, but I went to the Hokage Building to deliver some documents today. Lord Hokage seemed to be sorting things out, and he had someone put the Scroll of Seals in the first room at the corner on the second floor. There wasn't even anyone guarding it!"
"Shut up! What if someone hears you?"
"Oh, there's no one around. That guy at the next table got drunk