“Yes!”


    Aoba crossed the intersection and came to the Ichiraku Ramen shop.


    But he couldn’t think of the identity of the voice at all.


    Obviously, this was from his predecessor’s memory and not someone he had known since he came.


    Just when Aoba was puzzled.


    The curtain of Ramen Ichiraku was opened.


    Two young ninjas wearing Konoha ninja forehead protectors walked in quickly.


    Walking in front was a young ninja with yellow hair with a sunny smile on his face.


    Behind the yellow-haired boy was a red-haired girl with a ponytail.


    The hair colors of these two people were very bright, which immediately attracted the attention of other customers, including Aoba.


    “Aoba!”


    When the yellow-haired boy scanned the shop, his azure-blue pupils focused on Aoba’s body, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.