It turns out that the co-author is not a sweet date at all, but an olive branch.

And still, if you don’t accept it, it will become a long sword, an olive branch.

Thinking of Orochimaru's advice, Gintoki agreed without any hesitation: "I am willing to join ANBU and contribute my strength to Konoha."

Sarutobi Hiruzen showed a satisfied smile: "Congratulations, you have become the youngest ANBU member in the history of Konoha at this moment."

"Take him to report to ANBU."

A figure suddenly appeared next to Gintoki. It was the masked ninja who brought Gintoki in before.

Gintoki glanced at it and knew in his mind that this should be the official ANBU ninja outfit, mask, and battle costume.

"Then, farewell, Hokage-sama."

"Wait a moment."

Just as Gintoki was about to walk out of the Hokage's office, Sarutobi Hiruzen called out to him again.

"I heard Orochimaru said that you are his disciple now."

Gintoki nodded in confirmation, but he murmured in his heart, could this old man be on guard against Orochimaru?

"Then when you see me in the future, you don't need to call me Hokage-sama. Just call me Grandpa."

Looking at Sarutobi Hiruzen with a kind smile, Gintoki had a vein popping out of his jaw, and his teeth were almost shattered.

This old man is so bullying. My aunt can't stand it, but my uncle can't stand it anymore. He's going to get mad. Kill the Hokage now! !

The fire in Gintoki's heart continued to swell, and he almost wanted to spit fire out of his mouth.

"Okay, three generations of grandpa."

Gintoki smiled and added a prefix in front of it, feeling much better.

……

Gintoki was led by the ANBU ninja, and after going back and forth in the village, he finally came to the entrance of the ANBU base located in a remote place.

"A newcomer is here."

After entering the underground ANBU base, Gintoki was taken to a boarding gate and filled in all his identity information.

"Have you decided on a code name?"

Anbu Ninja asked.

code name?

Gintoki rubbed the back of his head: "Are there any restrictions?"

The ANBU ninja shook his head.

Gintoki is a little bit in trouble, because he is a name-breaker, so he can just pick one at random.

"ghost."

Gintoki took a word from his own nickname and used it as a nickname.

The ANBU ninja was wearing a mask and couldn't see his expression. He just nodded, then took out a bunch of things from under the table and gave them to Gintoki.

"These are masks, clothes, and some weapons and equipment. They can be replenished and repaired regularly, but if it is not due to mission reasons, you need to subsidize them yourself."

"Your team and future missions have not been arranged yet. You don't need to do anything. What should you do when you return? We will notify you if there are any problems."

Gintoki blinked and nodded. This ANBU was really clean and tidy in doing things, not sloppy at all...

"By the way, if conditions permit, go back and practice the teleportation technique. This is an essential ninjutsu for ANBU ninjas."

Before leaving, the ANBU ninja said this.

Gintoki is naturally familiar with the teleportation technique. It is roughly divided into two types: body teleportation and ninjutsu. In addition to being used to rush on the road and make a surprise attack, it can also be used to escape.

It sounds like it is very useful, but in actual battles, Gintoki seems to rarely see anyone using it.

On the other hand, these ANBU ninjas seemed to have used the teleportation technique when they appeared and left.

Gintoki touched his chin. To be honest, he didn't quite understand why these ANBU ninjas kept coming and going in an instant.

I always feel like this is just to look cool, to look more classy?

After shrugging, Gintoki left the ANBU base and prepared to return to his home.

Oh, I don’t have a home, I have been living in an orphanage.

Gintoki's footsteps suddenly stopped. He lived in an orphanage before because he was an orphan and too young to survive.

Generally speaking, after graduating from the ninja school and becoming a ninja, such orphans will no longer be allowed to live in the orphanage, wasting resources, and need to support themselves.

But the problem now is that Gintoki was forcibly pulled out of school and sent to the battlefield as a ninja without any transition time. Now he doesn't have a penny on his body.

Not being able to go to the orphanage, not to mention having no place to sleep, even eating is a big problem!

Gintoki stood in a crowded street, feeling like he was lost at the crossroads of life and lost in confusion.

Gintoki sighed and turned to look at the shop nearby, only to realize that it happened to be the same meatball shop from before. The aroma came naturally, and he suddenly felt hungrier.

Damn it, you can be considered a Jonin after all. How many achievements have you made on the battlefield, and how much blood have you shed for Konoha?

It shouldn't be a problem to get credit from the boss and ask the village to reimburse him later, or go back to the third-generation old man and ask for it?

You can't call me "Grandpa" in vain, right?

Just as Gintoki was hesitating, a rather familiar voice sounded.

"Gintoki-san?"

Gintoki turned his head and saw Itachi Uchiha who was coming out of the meatball shop and looking at him in surprise... and the three boxes of meatballs in his hand.

"hey-hey."

Gintoki raised his eyebrows, and a shy yet kind smile suddenly appeared on his face.

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