"I'm heading out." Feitao put her short blade into the cabinet and turned around, ready to go back. It was four o'clock in the afternoon; if she went back, took a shower, did her hair, changed her clothes, and then went on her date, she would probably still make it in time.
"Hmm." The Hawk Mask couldn't help clicking his tongue. How old was she, and already going on dates? How was a grown-up like him, single for over twenty years, supposed to feel about this? Tenzou shook his head. What could they do? Who told Uchiha Shisui to have such terrible taste in eyes? No, it was that none of them had good eyes—this whole bunch with the Sharingan had completely, no, absolutely useless eyes!
As soon as Feitao stepped outside, she ran into Kakashi, who was on his way back. "Good afternoon, Hatake-san! Bye-bye, Hatake-san!" In a great mood today, Feitao's face was brimming with smiles. Amidst her plain and ordinary life, there was finally something that could make her feel genuinely happy, and this was something she ought to cherish.
Chapter 132