Chapter 62
"The one in front is the recently famous Jonin, Minato Namikaze! And the silver-haired guy in the back is the genius of the Hatake clan—Hatake Kakashi! He's incredibly strong. Even you, Saitama, might not be his match!"
At this moment, Shisui seemed to be completely in fan mode, eagerly introducing his idol to the others.
"I know." Saitama narrowed his eyes, locking onto Kakashi with a calm, assessing stare.
"Sensei, sensei, let's eat here! The atmosphere looks great!"
At the entrance, Obito Uchiha jogged in with small, eager steps—his energy overflowing like a mischievous child.
"What do you think, Rin?" Minato turned to the only girl on the team, his golden hair catching the light as he smiled.
"Well, since Obito seems so excited, let's eat here. It's been a while since we had barbecue, anyway." Nohara Rin glanced at Obito, a trace of helplessness in her gentle expression.
"Rin is the best! Yes!" Obito raised a triumphant fist into the air, grinning widely.
"Idiot," Kakashi muttered under his breath.
"Huh?" Noticing he was being watched, Kakashi turned his head toward the restaurant interior and spotted three unfamiliar shinobi seated at a table. They wore similar black outfits. The tallest one had his back to him, but the Uchiha clan crest was clearly visible on his clothes—same as Obito's.
He also noticed a younger boy leaning against the older shinobi's chair, a shinobi sword resting beside him. It was the same boy who had looked at him earlier—Saitama.