
“…Is it normal for those faces to be painted?” The mountain with hokages carved into it’s side were painted with bright red streaks.

The boy lifts his head and flinches
at the vandalized sight of the monument. He just
knew—someone was going to get killed for this,
or be punched by the face by a certain woman with
monstrous strength.
"Occasionally. A-actually, it shouldn’t be painted.“
“Ah–…” “Y-Yeah, yeah it is in this village.” I don’t have a son what are you talking about.
“Ah, you’re probably right.” He said, mentally noting to himself to call those obnoxious kids as ’ pranksters ’ instead...
"He was very light hearted when he greeted Kazekage-sama, so that’s not as surprising as it should be.” She pursed her...
– “Naruto’s son, Bolt.” Gaara uncrossed his arms to indicate the most recently-carved face, that of the current Hokage...