"You must be the famous 'Desert Death', right?" The old man looked kind, walked slowly to the side, struggled to find a few cups among the pile of documents on the table, wiped them casually, and began to pour tea for several people.
"After becoming the graduating senior jonin, you never even entered the mission hall." Old Man Fumino smiled and shook his head. "You are the only one."
Although it was the first time they met, Fuchuan had a good impression of this kind old man, and the old man had also done some favors for Luosha and the others before.
"This is my first time being someone's teacher. Please forgive me if I don't do well." Fuchuan's tone also became respectful.
"I think that as a teacher, it is important to make your students strong enough so that no matter what kind of mission you give them, they can survive even if they cannot complete it."
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