"Lord Fifth Generation,
Please sign. "
...
December 25, Year 61, Konoha,
Wind Tornado
Land of the Wind, Sand Hidden Kazekage Office.
Early morning
"The notice you wrote to the King was terrible." My Eero closed the scroll in disgust and shivered.
He had been shivering a lot these days. He thought,
Perhaps he was used to the sunny weather of Konoha,
He always felt that there was an inexplicable cold wind everywhere in the winter of the Sand Hidden,
It blew his face red.
"Cough,
On the list, from the First Generation to the Four Generations, it's all like this. "
"Heh,
It's really made in five copies. "
"At least it won't be too wrong to use a ready-made one."
The corner of my Eero's mouth twitched. "Forget it, let's just change the title and make do with it."
"Yes,
Lord Fifth Generation. "
"Yes, that's it, Jonin Markey. Every time I hear you call me Fifth Generation, it always feels weird."
Markey frowned. He was 32 years old this year and had followed the Kazekage for 20 years, the Four Generations,
Now the boss he was loyal to had suddenly changed,
And it was the student he had taught since he was young,
Indeed... but it was awkward,
"Etiquette can't be ignored, Lord Fifth Generation, you don't have to be embarrassed. I'm your subordinate now, so it's only right for me to be respectful to you."
"No, I'm not embarrassed." My Eero raised the corner of his eye and said slowly, "It's just that when I mention the Fifth Generation, I always feel like I'm calling the successor of the Four Generations, Naruto."
"Is, is that so." Markey clenched his fists and held back his anger. "Then how about I call you Kazekage, Lord?"
My Eero continued to play with the scroll. "Kazekage isn't good either. Why don't you just call me by my name?"
"It's against the rules to respect superiors and inferiors."
"I didn't say you could not use honorifics."
Markey felt as if there was sand in his throat. He looked at Eero, who was wearing a new cloak and an old bamboo hat, and suddenly felt a little regretful. This child relied on his strength, his bloodline, his special identity as the Force Of Human Column, the support of his former subordinates of the Kazekage, and a good relationship with the Alliance Ninja Village. Indeed, he could ensure that everyone was united and stable. But his personality … Forget it, if I'm Eero -sama, then I'll be Eero -sama. The new Kazekage just wants a comfortable title. Do you think he'll really start a coup over such a small matter?
"That's it then." Eero was very satisfied with the silent Markey. He opened the scroll and quickly signed his name at the end. Before Markey could jump up, he stamped it.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Markey still jumped. "No!"
"What is it?"
"Don't sign Eero -sama." Markey quickly took out other scrolls. "Look, your father's signature format. You only need to sign the Fourth, no, the Fifth Kazekage. You don't need to write anything else."
"Then why do you need to make a special seal for me? Don't you think it's too repetitive?" Eero -sama raised the small seal hanging around his neck in front of Markey. The brand-new copper seal had a few words on it: "Fifth Kazekage."
"This …"
"And didn't you just agree to change it?"
"I thought you wanted to change the title."
"Didn't I change it?"
"That's not what you were talking about."
"But I just want to be called Eero -sama." Kazekage -sama had a serious face. "I'm a Kazekage, and the Kazekage is me. Why can't I sign my name?"
Markey fell silent again. He really hoped that he didn't understand what Eero -sama meant. Fourth Generations of Kazekage -sama. He was willing to be a nameless Kazekage -sama for the rest of his life, working for the Sand Hidden and the Land of the Wind. He wanted to leave his name. "But …"
"No buts."
"Uh." Why did this sentence sound so familiar? He seemed to have seen it in the intelligence reports. It should be the catchphrase of some big shot? But who? Who?! Markey's brain worked quickly. He wanted to find a reason to dissuade Eero -sama, but his brain was buzzing and he couldn't think.
Eero wasn't in the mood to wait for Markey to act cute. He tied up the scroll and stuffed it back. "Next."
Markey opened his mouth.
"By the way, it's a receipt. Naruto -sama said that he's not the current Naruto. He didn't receive orders from the current Naruto to take me out of Konoha and didn't bring me back. He wants something written. "I Eero opened his notebook." Have you finished writing the receipt for Konoha? "
Markey mechanically took out the scroll.
"This time, it looks good." I Eero -sama signed and stamped it.
Markey mechanically put away the scroll.
"Next." Eero ignored his assistant, whose face was ashen and looked like he had hemorrhoids and constipated. He closed his notebook. "If you don't have anything new to report, I'll continue with the accounts."
"…"
"The accounts of the Sand Hidden are really messy." I Eero -sama had seen in Konoha that "Naruto is actually a civilian." Since he dared to come back to the Kazekage, he must have been prepared to say that "Kazekage is also a civilian." However, when I asked about the family background, no one could tell me clearly. When I wanted to renovate the office, I found that I had to hire temporary workers until spring. When I wanted to write a diplomatic statement, several people had to wait for three days. Then I looked at the three kilogram warehouse keys left behind by the Four Generations of Kazekage. It was neatly written, but there were only two categories of income and expenditure. Flow, water, and water. This meant that even the landlord had surplus food! No wonder the Sand Hidden Village was poor! The expenditure was not only unplanned and unfocused, but it was also crazily written by the day! The income and surplus were clear, but the entire Sand Hidden Village's income was actually divided into three categories — land rent! National capital allocation! And to take private jobs in Konoha's mission hall!
The Sand Hidden indeed occupied a large oasis, but the food produced was just enough for the villagers to be self-sufficient. If there was a natural disaster or man-made disaster, the village would have to find a way to pay for it, so there was no way to collect rent. National capital allocation, not to mention how stingy that fat man was, no matter how much money he took from the king, he still had to work for the National capital. Mission compensation, ninja training, medicine, and weapons were all deducted from it. If it wasn't for the income from private jobs in Konoha over the past two years … Haha, no wonder it was his turn to be the Kazekage, no wonder everyone was so cooperative, no wonder the Four Generations of Kazekage died so easily! He was afraid that the Sand Hidden would go bankrupt under his watch, so he was definitely trying to shift the blame!
"Five Generations, no, I Eero -sama. Calm down, Ichibi! "
"I'm very calm." Gaara continued to burn with his anger. "Baki Jonin, inform everyone that tomorrow, let Temari take the receipt without delay and go directly to Konoha."
"Ah? Isn't Kankuro better? And since Konoha didn't take the initiative to ask. " Maki looked at the new Kazekage who had dark circles under his eyes and hair, and swallowed the sand in his mouth.
"Let's have Temari. Temari is better at math."
Maki thought he misheard, "It's not good to let a girl be a hostage."
But Konoha didn't need a hostage in Sand Hidden! It's us who need to put one of our own in Konoha! Even if they didn't want it, they had to be thick-skinned and go! Otherwise, how could they take private jobs in the mission hall! If they didn't take private jobs, the whole family would starve to death! Eero -sama finished roaring in his mind and took a deep breath to calm down. "Idiot."
Maki didn't understand why he was scolding him, "Even if they went, they had to stay in Sand Hidden for the New Year."
"Idiot!"
Country of Fire, Konoha, Wind Blowing
Naruto Building, Chief of Staff's Office
"I'm an idiot. I'm really an idiot." Shikamaru Nara, 15 years old, was lying on the table, muttering and peeking.
However, the person he was peeking at still didn't respond.
Shikamaru Nara, useful. Chuunin could only continue to raise his neck and work overtime. As for why it was like this? It all started from last night.
Shikamaru Nara had just returned home from a mission when his dear mother kicked him out of the house before he even took off his shoes. His mother wanted him to carry the family's big lunch box and deliver supper to a happy ninja, his father, the intelligence minister, who had been working overtime for many days. Of course, this was lucky and warm. If he didn't eat with his father … he wouldn't have met the coincidental (?) Person who came to exchange documents with Konoha's Chief of Staff, who claimed to be as busy as a dog. And he wouldn't have been complimented by his father, such as "Nara-sama's son is the most promising, most intelligent, and most reliable." Until now, at noon of the second day!
Finally, Shikamaru couldn't take it anymore. Other than going to the bathroom, he had been sitting on a stool for 12 hours — 12 hours of math problems! Twelve hours of math! He was going crazy. "Master Mai Huo?"
"…"
"Senior Genma!"
"…"
"Big Brother Genma ~"
Huo Xuanmen, who was flipping through documents, remained silent. Of course, he heard Shikamaru's cry. To be honest, if it were Naruto, Sasuke, or even Hinata Yasuji, he would choose to comfort the child first. But Shikamaru Nara, since he had already shown the heart of an adult, no one should treat him like a child. Moreover, wasn't Shikamaru's specialty in the year-end budget? He was making the best use of everything.
More importantly, in the past, Naruto had been doing everything by himself. This year, Naruto impulsively went to look for his son. In fact, it was possible to stop him. But thinking that compared to working overtime with the whole Konoha, Thor could relax his mind and exercise his body all the way to the border. It could also be considered a good vacation.
But who knew that their great Golden Flash would casually go to the border and cause a scandal and bring in a lot of accounts that were more urgent than the year-end budget. Ships, real estate, shops, all the things that the Mizukage left to Konoha by default must be really controlled by Konoha before the dust settled in the Water Country. Otherwise, when the Mizukage was free, the default would be equivalent to not acknowledging it!
So Shikamaru, who wanted to be lazy, could only continue to calculate with a pen. "Grumble."
"Hungry?" Genma finally looked up.
With a sad face, Shikamaru Nara followed Genma's gaze and saw the second hand running. With a "dang" sound, he pushed open the office door and shouted to the work hall, "It's time for lunch, the chief of staff wants everyone to hurry up and eat!"
The rumbling sound of the chair being dragged stopped in an instant, and in a few seconds, there was no one left. It was so fast that Shikamaru Nara didn't even say "Remember to bring back some for me" before he said "Help".
"They will bring back food when they finish eating." Genma patted Shikamaru Nara's face and poured him a glass of warm water.
Shikamaru Nara's stomach continued to rumble as he drank the water.
"It's easy to get hungry when you're growing up, don't be shy." Genma opened the drawer and threw out a bag of biscuits.
Shikamaru slumped on the stool and lowered his head to munch on a biscuit. He had never experienced as deeply as he did today that writing and drawing in the office was actually so exhausting.
Genma also lowered his head and nibbled on a biscuit. The biscuit was dry and tasted mediocre, but it was still good for the stomach to eat a few bites before wolfing it down. His Naruto's example was right in front of him. Only an iron stomach that tasted good could meet the selection criteria of a good Konoha cadre. "Nara Chunin."
"Yes, sir." Shikamaru stood up.
"Ha, don't be nervous." Genma smiled. "I just want to say that although we are not allowed to do anything extra during on-duty hours, sitting in the office is not considered on-duty. So in the future, when you're busy, you can bring some snacks that you like. You can eat them when you're hungry. It's healthier than eating a full meal. "
Shikamaru instantly froze. "So you're saying that I'll often work overtime like this in the future?"
"As expected of a prodigy with an IQ of 200." Genma patted the biscuit crumbs off his hands, took out his Senbon, and crunched it in his mouth. "Don't worry, you'll get paid for your overtime work. You've seen this year's accounts, Konoha is not short of money now. When you think about how you'll get paid for your overtime work in the future, and in full, don't you feel a little excited?"
Not at all!
"Look at you, you're so excited that you can't speak." Genma looked at Shikamaru's lifeless eyes and suddenly understood. Teasing a teenager during a tiring break was indeed a good way to reduce stress. So, as a loyal supporter of the Four Generations' goal, he had an obligation to pass on this little program. "Okay, they'll probably take another ten minutes to bring back the food. That's enough time for you to calculate another page of accounts. Please work harder!"
"…" Shikamaru sighed and shook his hand. He found that he had recovered a little, so he gritted his teeth and persevered … After all, he was no longer a child. He knew very well that he would have to get used to this kind of life sooner or later, right? After the Four Generations' Naruto's original high-level team was left with only his father and Naruto's father.
At the same time, at the border of the Fire Nation, the wind was blowing.
In the temporary office of the Konoha garrison, Naruto's temporary office.
"Looks like you've had a good rest." Guard Captain Yamato opened the door for Uchiha's Itachi.
Itachi shrugged. Eating, sleeping, eating. He had gained almost a kilogram in the past three days. "You should go to sleep too. Come back later in the night to take over my shift."
"I'm not sleepy yet. I'll leave after lunch." Yamato pointed at the desk. "This is the document we received this morning. There's no rush. Let the master sign it when he's free."
Itachi looked at the two or three thin pages and finally smiled. "The master slept the whole morning again."
"He's on vacation." Yamato walked into the lounge, pulled open the curtains, took out a small alarm clock and placed it next to Naruto's ear.
Itachi moved closer to the bed and saw Naruto rolling himself up in the blanket from his feet to his hair. "Ha, what's with his new style? Isn't he acting like a corpse?"
"He found it too dazzling in the morning, so he rolled himself up and never moved."
"Oh." Itachi pulled the blanket.
"Hey, hey, don't tell me you're going to lift the blanket directly!" Yamato panicked. "Why don't we just let him sleep until he wakes up naturally?"
Itachi didn't say anything. He still grabbed the corner of the blanket, then pushed it back, pulled it back, and pushed it back again …
"Itachi, Itachi, you, you …" Yamato was shocked by Itachi's actions.
"Look, doesn't it look like a rolling pin rolling dumpling skin?"
"No, it doesn't look like it at all."
"…" Yamato shut his mouth and looked at Itachi. I didn't say anything.
"…" Itachi felt a little stiff. I didn't say anything either.
Suddenly, a hand reached out from the end of the rolling pin. "Itachi Uchiha."
"It's December 25th, 12: 21 pm. It's snowing. The northern wind is level 2-3. The outdoor temperature is -6 degrees Celsius. The indoor temperature is 18 degrees Celsius. The humidity is unknown." Uchiha Itachi reported skillfully. "Sir, do you want to get up?"
"Yes."
However, five minutes later, ten minutes later …
Yamato poked Itachi and found that he was still a little stiff. "Cough, why don't you do it again?"
Itachi carefully took two steps back. "I'm just a temporary substitute. You're the guard captain."
"I can't do it."
"Look at him. He didn't eat much for breakfast. What if he has a stomachache if you don't wake him up for lunch? You're doing it for his own good. "
Yamato glanced at Itachi and lifted his sleeves personally. He stretched out two fingers and slowly walked toward the blanket in the air. Then, he pinched the cloth and rolled it over.
"How does it feel?" Itachi threw daggers at him.
It was quite exciting. Yamato didn't reply and continued to push and roll … Finally, under his perseverance, our Naruto reacted.
"Okay, okay. I'm awake. I'm scared of you guys. Stop shaking. I'm dizzy."
Yamato quickly pulled him out of the blanket, put on his coat and handed him a pair of shoes.
Watergate put on his shoes and didn't stand up immediately. He really felt dizzy. "Itachi, you're a bad boy. Yamato has been led astray by you."
"Today's lunch in the cafeteria is seafood assorted curry, braised sea cucumber with rice, and shrimp braised noodles." Itachi was expressionless.
Watergate rubbed his eyes. "I just want to eat instant noodles."
Itachi curled his lips.
"Sir, if you don't have the appetite, can I ask Young Master Naruto to cook some green vegetable noodles for you?" Yamato smiled.
"No. Don't think that I don't know what my son's job is recently. I don't want to eat noodles that taste like pig dung. I just want to eat instant noodles. Sauerkraut is the best. "
Yamato looked at Naruto, who was obviously not awake, and winked at Itachi.
"Okay, I'll go find a cup of noodles." Itachi sighed, opened the window, and jumped out.
Yamato held back his laughter, closed the window, and wiped the snow off the windowsill.
"Idiot, what are you laughing at? You, Naruto, just want to eat instant noodles. " Watergate rubbed his neck and coughed. "It's very sore. I don't think I slept well. Help me massage it."
"Did you have a stiff neck?" Yamato pinched Naruto's neck.
Watergate shivered.
"Sorry, sir."
"It's okay. You can continue."
Yamato did not continue. Instead, he stretched his hand out of Naruto's clothes and touched his forehead. After a pause, he touched Naruto's forehead, turned around, opened the medical bag, and took out the thermometer. "Sir, raise your arm."
"Oh." Watergate clamped the thermometer and covered Yamato's forehead with his other hand. "It's not hot."
"Because you're covering my forehead."
"Huh?"
"You have a fever again, sir." Yamato looked at Naruto, who was in a daze, and felt his heart sink.
It was not just the responsibility that was heavy.
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