Just as Mikoto finished making dinner, Sasuke, who had been studying ninjutsu with his teacher, slowly stretched and stopped studying.
"Go have dinner."
Izuna stroked the head of this pupil he was so pleased with and spoke gently.
Truly, Izuna was very pleased with Sasuke.
Whether it was his looks, his attractiveness, his talent, or his determination, Sasuke far surpassed ordinary people.
Setting aside Sasuke's outrageously good looks, which matched his own, there was his determination and perseverance in training hard every day, coupled with the talent that had let him awaken three tomoe before even graduating.
He was simply a prodigy.
Had he lived in Izuna's era, Sasuke would surely have achieved dazzling feats on the battlefield.
But it still wasn't too late. Once Sasuke grew up, Konoha could declare war on the other nations directly.
Then it would be time to make a name for himself.
In Izuna's eyes, fame could only be earned through fighting on the battlefield.
Just like his older brother's title, the Rose of the Battlefield. That was because his fighting was incredibly beautiful, like a rose-beautiful, yet deadly.
As for the man who had lured his older brother away, Hashirama Senju, Sasuke said people called him the God of Shinobi World.
That, too, had been earned through his performance on the battlefield.
So Izuna was very curious about his pupil's future.
"Okay, Teacher. I'll be going."
Sasuke said goodbye to Izuna, then left the Sealing Space. The respect he showed Izuna made Izuna even more pleased.
"Honestly, we've been teacher and pupil this long. Why be so polite?"
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as Izuna murmured.
"Dinner's ready!"
Mikoto brought the dishes to the table. It was quite a spread.
There was sturgeon soup, stir-fried eggs with chives, braised pig's trotters,