Using Feitao's lack of experience as an excuse, Hatake Kakashi left her stranded in the archives, where her daily routine consisted of sorting files and documents. For the time being, Feitao was quite happy with the easy pace; she knew ANBU missions were dangerous, and unless forced into it by necessity, she had no desire to court that kind of trouble.
"Is this the result of your sorting?" Hatake Kakashi reached out and pulled out a scroll. A scroll from the forty-third year of the era was sitting squarely on a shelf designated for the forty-seventh year, and the trash on the floor hadn't been cleaned up either.
Hatake Kakashi massaged his temples. He had almost forgotten that her own home was quite a mess, filled with all sorts of scrolls and bizarre commemorative items she claimed were lottery prizes. As for Naruto's place, the less said the better; those two siblings really came from the same parents.
Chapter 78