Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
That day, Liumu wore a simple, plain white short-sleeved shirt and sat across from Minato helplessly.
"What happened to the three years we agreed on? Why have you changed your mind again?"
Minato had once again refused Liumu's request to wash his hands of ANBU and Root.
"Why not? Kakashi's doing a great job running them now. Even without me, they can still complete the missions you assign."
"Let's see what excuse you can come up with this time!"
Liumu stared at Minato as he spoke.
Minato smiled faintly and slipped the scroll beside him into a drawer.
"I wasn't planning to make up an excuse!"
Liumu: ???
"You don't even need to make up excuses anymore?" Liumu was speechless.
"Let's set that aside for now. I actually called you here today about something else!"
Liumu looked puzzled.
He leaned against the chair, reclining lazily.
Minato didn't mind Liumu's lack of manners.
Instead, he said earnestly, "Do you know how old Han is now?"
Liumu: ???
"What do you mean?"
Minato smiled. "Looks like you do know. Then let me ask you, when are you and Han planning to get married?"
Liumu: ...
Seriously?
More pressure to get married?
In his previous life, his mother had nagged him endlessly about marriage ever since he graduated. And now, look at this.
He had come to the world of Naruto.
And Minato was still pressuring him to get married.
"It's not just me. Plenty of people in Konoha are watching, too."
Minato's meaning was simple.
Liumu had become the focus of everyone's attention in Konoha.
Naturally, his marriage wouldn't escape their attention either.
A few days earlier, several elderly women had visited the Fourth Hokage's house and suggested to Kushina that they introduce