I was lucky enough to have a comfortable job, thanks to the ever-demanding services of a seal master and iryonin, while the average shinobi had to spend two-thirds of the year, some even more, away from home, earning money to live or buy his own place.
For this reason, there was always a lot of competition among the retiring veterans for the permanent jobs, such as mentors at the academy or in the Hokage Tower's bureaucracy, and the recent opening in the Konoha police force has seriously added to the Eye Clan's popularity with all ninja.
As it was boring to just run around, we gradually became more and more conversational, while still keeping an eye on our surroundings.
Experienced shinobi were well aware of my strength, but they were not shy to share their own experience of many years of service and fighting, paying attention to such nuances that I would never have thought of, such as indirect signs of traps of the same Iwavians, even if everything looks good and no ambush is even thought of, or where kugutsu users like to hide, sending their dolls to attack.
Basically, something that one only reaches with their experience after many years. Of course, I have sensorics, but even the Iwagakure have skillful people who have learned how to deceive sensors with special techniques, fabrics or seals, even if they are very rare.
Naturally, I did not stay aside and educated the jonins on my specialties, even demonstrating at one of the breaks how to create a simple detecting barrier for parking lots literally from stones.
The jonins are usually already adept at creating sealing scrolls, knowing the very Founders of Fuin, so there were no problems with understanding and reproduction after I pointed out a few obvious errors in the lettering.
Demonstration of the points on the limbs, pressing which with a small pulse of chakra, you can stop bleeding for a couple hours without any bandaging, also went well. All in all, it was time well spent.
I was a little disappointed when, a few hours from Sunagakure, three teams of Sunovians were waiting for us as an honorary escort - the message of arrival had been sent with a messenger bird earlier - to escort us straight to the village, but remembering that there would be a return trip, I was filled with anticipation.
I had the strength and experience of fighting with opponents of equal level, but I lacked such vital nuances, obtained only at the cost of my own blood.
At the gates of Sunagakure we were greeted by two elders at once, directly showing the level of honor to those who delivered a direct guarantee of well-being to the Sandmen - the elderly veterans looked at my burden as if it were a shrine.
Considering that the stored volume in each cube exceeds the size of all their water storages combined, there is nothing surprising about such reverence. Let's see if I can use this, the mountain of missions being handed over to the ally, and Pakura's benevolent attitude to get the allies to accomplish all the tasks set forth by the Fourth Hokage.
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