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... of Team Ro just passed this scroll to him, since he is the only available Anbu at present in the Village.

Kakashi and others are out at borders to settle the unrest caused by rogue Shinobis. It has been three months since he joined the Anbu and he had completed a bunch of missions from assassination to Information Retrieval.

Izuna departs for the Hokage's office as he pockets the scroll.

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Inside the Hokage's office,

Minato is discussing some matte ...

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