The Hokage Office basked in warm sunlight.
Uchiha Soren stood before the fan-shaped windows, draped in the regal white robes of the Hokage. A cup of green tea warmed his hands as he looked out over Konoha—streets lively, rooftops glowing, flags fluttering lazily in the breeze.
"Today looks like another peaceful, uneventful day."
The sentence drifted out like the complaint of someone suffering from too much leisure.
Behind him—buried up to her elbows in paperwork—Uzumaki Mito snapped a pen clean in half.
The crack echoed through the office.
"Hokage-sama… you've been in office three days," she said with a tight smile that looked suspiciously like a threat. "You haven't signed a single official notice or mission order. Isn't that dereliction of duty?"
Soren blinked mildly.
"Already three days? Huh. Feels like nothing happened."
After his modest coronation and the carving of his face onto Hokage Rock, Soren had settled into the tower… and immediately issued a single, long-term, well-paid B-rank mission: a sweeping capture order for troublemakers across the Fire Country.
Then he decided his job was done.
He called it delegation.
Everyone else called it blatant, shameless slacking.
Uzumaki Mito—elegant white kimono, dignified posture, and the disciplined air of a woman who had run an entire clan—had not expected to become both Hokage Secretary and the entire administrative backbone of Konoha in three days.
She had expected to "supervise" the young Hokage.
She did not expect to become his unpaid administrative workforce.
"Hokage-sama," she said through her teeth, "are you not afraid you'll be completely sidelined?"
"Why fear?" Soren replied pleasantly. "Because I am the Hokage."
Mito froze.
As a former companion of Hashirama, and the most powerful Uzumaki of her era, she understood authority better than most. Yet somehow the boy standing in front of her managed to use it like a hammer.
And she, the great Uzumaki Mito, had just been…
…workplace-bullied.
"You'll regret this," she muttered, voice dangerously level.
"Come now, don't sulk. Have some tea."
Soren poured her a fresh cup with serene confidence, setting it near her hand like an offering to a frustrated goddess.
Mito lifted the cup after a moment. The warmth steadied her mood—slightly.
"If the load's too much," Soren added lightly, "you can recruit help. Senju Moriki hasn't been around lately. If she's indisposed, perhaps Mrs. Uzumaki Minako could assist. You need a team, Secretary Mito."
His tone was that of a man casually suggesting lunch options while his subordinate drowned in paperwork.
Outside the office, the Uchiha Police Force had already swept across the Fire Country. His one B-rank capture mission had sent elite task squads into the countryside, and they were arresting spies, rounding up criminals, and hunting rogue shinobi by the dozens.
With the Uchiha moving in uniform—elegant, sharp, efficient—public approval soared. A Hokage with a whole clan of handsome, terrifying bodyguards apparently worked wonders on civilian morale.
Meanwhile, Soren's Ascension Points flowed in steadily.
He poured them into his Mangekyō.
Tenchō Ritsuzon grew stronger again—its surveillance radius expanding to two kilometers. From the Hokage tower he could watch the Senju quarter like a god peering down on ants.
A casual mental sweep revealed everything:
Senju Moriki: bound under strict chakra-seals, house-arrested in her estate.
Uzumaki Minako: quiet, competent, moving through the day like a breeze of gentle grace.
Little Tsunade: staring gloomily out a window, hugging her knees on a veranda.
"Thank you for your concern, Hokage-sama," Mito said calmly when Soren brought up Moriki. "She is home, disciplined and reflecting on her conduct."
Moriki had threatened rebellion on day one, shouted insults, and nearly incited a civil war. Mito had chosen mercy over escalation—sealing her chakra and placing her under quiet confinement.
"As for Mrs. Minako assisting me," Mito added, "that would be extremely helpful. Thank you."
"Then I leave today's work to you, Secretary Mito."
"Ho—!"
Before she could finish her protest, the space beside the desk emptied.
Soren was gone.
Mito stared at the vanished Hokage with a complicated expression.
"Power has made him so bold," she murmured, rubbing her temples.
Then, slowly, she sat down and pulled another stack of documents toward herself.
"My Hokage is still leveling up, I suppose…"
Her sigh echoed through the vast, sunlit office, carrying the weary dignity of a veteran kunoichi who had just been thoroughly outmaneuvered by a boy half her age—
and her new boss.
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