It was a good chance to observe techniques from other styles and see if he could gain any inspiration.
He had already thoroughly mastered the Flying Thunder God Jutsu; all he needed to do now was increase his speed.
This was also something that would take time; it certainly couldn't be achieved in a moment.
Therefore, he needed to find ways to improve his strength, and this was a good opportunity.
He just didn't know if Kaito's strength would give him any insights. If not, then he would consider other options.
"Alright, Big Brother, I understand. I'll go check it out this afternoon."
Soon, Naori finished preparing lunch. After everyone had a warm meal indoors, they began to rest.
Although the arena tournament had ended, the village was still lively.
That afternoon, Kaito arrived at the Kumotsuru Clan's compound on time. He hadn't thought much of it when he visited last time with Mifune.
However, coming alone this time, he seemed somewhat reserved, speaking to Torifu entirely in polite language.
Knowing that continued conversation like this might affect the young samurai's mindset, Torifu told him to go to the backyard with Yahiko and the others for sparring practice.
Although Kaito wasn't very familiar with Yahiko, they had at least crossed paths in battle once.
They still had some common ground to discuss.
Furthermore, since he had truly come to hone his skills, he proactively engaged Yahiko and Konan in conversation.
Minato, hearing they planned to spar, followed them and found a spot to sit nearby.
If it proved useful, he intended to watch for a while longer. If it didn't help him much, he would just treat it as an opportunity to familiarize himself with samurai techniques.
Either way, he would gain some new knowledge.
Torifu was currently sitting in a rocking chair in the center of the courtyard, sipping tea and basking in the afternoon sun with his eyes closed.
Konoha Village had been much warmer these past few days, and Torifu himself wasn't afraid of the cold, which was why he could sit there comfortably.
"Hey, Anka. The arena tournament is over. Have all the preparations for the Spring Festival been handled? The Spring Festival is in three days."
On the other end of the phone, Nara Anka said earnestly, "Don't worry, Hokage-sama, red lanterns have been hung on the houses along both sides of Konoha Village's main street, and couplets, paper-cuts, and so on have all been put up."
"A few households on other streets don't like paper-cuts and couplets, and I haven't forced them to put them up."
Torifu acknowledged this with a hum. The purpose of celebrating the Spring Festival was to bring joy to the villagers, so things should be done in whatever way made them most comfortable.
Naturally, he couldn't force people to do things they disliked.
Let alone in a world that had never had the concept of the Spring Festival, even in his original world, there were people who disliked these traditions.
Torifu showed respect for this.
"Alright, I understand. Just make sure everything is completed on the main street. As for the snack stall vendors, they can follow the same arrangement as the last festival; there's no need to re-sort them."
Although Torifu seemed to be slacking off, these matters were all on his mind. With the New Year approaching, he certainly needed to give instructions to ensure nothing was overlooked.
Anka firmly noted this in her mind and replied, "Understood, Hokage-sama. I've noted everything and will relay it to the Minister of Commerce."
Once this matter was concluded, Torifu also relaxed, finding nothing for the time being that could distract him.
He could comfortably lie back for a while.
Sitting in the courtyard drinking hot tea in the middle of winter, if it were an ordinary household, they might think the person was crazy.
However, no one in the Kumotsuru Clan tried to stop Torifu from doing this; everyone had become accustomed to it.
This habit of basking in the sun was virtually unwavering.
Naori firmly believed that even if the world might end one day, Torifu would still insist on basking in the sun first.
Around dusk, Torifu was idly browsing the shop, seeing if there were any new gadgets or if he could find a new game similar to Naruto.
After searching for a long time, he found nothing, which left Torifu no choice but to give up and stop spending Peace Points to refresh the shop.
The sounds of Naori and Kushina cooking together came from the kitchen, while Yahiko and the others were still sparring in the backyard.
Minato, on the other hand, watched for over an hour but couldn't make much sense of it, so he finally decided to stop watching.
Observing the techniques of a minor samurai like Kaito wouldn't improve his strength as much as simply refining his chakra.
He was currently helping Kushina in the kitchen.
"Speaking of which, has Amado died in his room? I haven't seen any sign of him all day."
Torifu felt a slight doubt. Just a few days ago, that guy was always the first to sit in the room waiting for meals.
But today, he hadn't seen him from start to finish.
There was no sign of him at lunch either. Torifu had assumed Amado was back to his old habit of staying up late, and being a bit annoyed, hadn't called him.
Yet it was already evening, and he still hadn't appeared?
Torifu pondered this, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Amado might really have died in his room.
So he got up, intending to go check on him.
But just as he reached the door to his room, the door suddenly opened.
"It's done!"
Amado pushed open the door, intending to be met with praise from his family, but was greeted only by Big Brother's gloomy expression.
"Uh... Big Brother? What's wrong with you?"
Torifu took a deep breath, adjusting his mindset: "You haven't shown your face all day. I thought you had died, so I came specifically to check on you."
"...Should I be touched?"
Torifu rolled his eyes at him: "Alright, stop with the chatter. Tell me, what have you been up to all day?"
At the mention of this, Amado's interest was immediately piqued. He stepped aside, inviting Torifu to come inside to talk.
Inside Amado's room, Torifu saw a chaotic mess. Mechanical parts were strewn everywhere, and lubricants were smeared all over the place.
It looked exactly like a car repair shop.
"How many times have I told you! Don't invent things in your room! Otherwise, what's the backyard laboratory for!"
Amado scratched his head sheepishly: "Hehe... I just got a burst of inspiration and was so excited I forgot, next—"
Torifu directly interrupted Amado's remaining words: "There won't be a next time. This time, I'm going to punish you severely. All the royalties from your new invention will be deducted to redecorate this room of yours."
Amado had been wondering what the punishment would be, but it turned out to be just a fine. He had so much money now he couldn't spend it all, so he didn't care at all about royalties.
Since Big Brother wanted to fine him, then so be it.
He put on an expression of accepting his punishment: "I'll do whatever Big Brother says. Next time, I'll definitely go to the laboratory!"
But then he immediately broke into a smile, excitedly pulling Torifu towards a side room.
As soon as he stepped inside, Torifu froze, even doubting his own eyes.
"This... you made this yourself?"
Amado puffed out his chest, a proud look on his face: "Of course!"