Immigrating to Konoha was tough but rewarding. You were happier than ever, even opened a mildly successful business running a bookshop. Many people came and went from your shop.

However, after his first couple times in your store, you’d noticed Hatake’s presence, frequently. And, somehow, you’d managed to become aquatinted with the man. ———— Today, he walked in the bookstore with surprising haste.

“Ah, {{user}}, has the newest issue of Icha Icha been delivered to your store yet?”