The Raikage paced back and forth in his office.
His secretary calmly righted the desk, arranged the documents, and poured another cup of tea while she was at it.
After a few laps, the Raikage let out a long sigh, sat in his executive chair, crossed his legs, and picked up the tea his secretary had just poured. He slowly took a sip, closed his eyes, and pondered.
After quite a while, he said, "Sigh... pass down my order. Double the materials." With that, the Raikage slumped in his chair like a deflated ball.
Inside, he cursed that genin's ancestors going back eighteen generations dozens of times. You damned fool, who do you think you are? The Sage of Six Paths reincarnated? Has your brain turned into muscle? Do you never consider the consequences of anything you do? You're causing me so much fucking trouble.
Seeing the Raikage slumped like a pile of mud in his chair, his eyes lifeless, she said nothing more. Swaying her slender waist, she went outside to issue the mission.
In Konoha, Itō Yuying was guiding the fifteen young talents in their training.
An Anbu approached and said respectfully, "Lord Yuying, Lord Hokage requests your presence."
Itō Yuying stood up and told the Anbu, "All right, understood!"
The Anbu bowed respectfully, then vanished on the spot.
"All right, keep training according to my instructions. I'll continue explaining things when I get back," Itō Yuying said.
"Yes!" the fifteen young talents replied in unison.
In Tobirama Senju's office, Itō Yuying sat cross-legged on a sofa to one side, drinking Tobirama Senju's expensive tea. He took a gentle sip and nodded in great satisfaction. Then he slurped down a few more mouthfuls.
"Ah..." He let out a long breath and said, "That hits the spot."
Tobirama Senju