Uchiha Nan immediately instructed Uchiha Futami to start packing.
Tomorrow, they would depart for the Land of Fire's capital to demand money from the Daimyō.
There was no time to waste.
Konoha was already on the brink of starvation, and a long line of creditors was breathing down his neck.
Put nicely, Konoha was a shinobi village.
Put bluntly, it was a mercenary organization—just one with the Fire Daimyō as its biggest client, dressed up with a ruler–subject relationship.
Soldiers fight for pay.
Now they were fighting on credit.
Refuse to pay long enough, and mutiny would happen faster than you could blink.
Futami nodded and left to prepare Nan's luggage.
Once he was gone, Nan slapped his cheeks lightly.
Get a grip. Don't let this crap ruin your mood.
Just moments ago, the system notification had finally chimed:
[Long-term task completed: Become the Hokage of Konoha]
He'd worked himself half to death for days—this reward was what it was all for.
"Buddha… Guanyin… Jade Emperor… Jesus…"
Nan followed the proper ritual and prayed to every higher power he could think of, then opened the roulette interface and smashed the Draw button.
The pointer spun dozens of times before finally stopping on the golden slot Nan had been dreaming about.
"Mangekyō Sharingan (Uchiha Itachi version)"
"Tch."
Nan clicked his tongue.
Of all the golden-tier rewards, this was what he got?
Mangekyō Sharingan was strong, sure—but it was defective. Use it too much and you go blind.
Worse yet, it didn't even let him awaken his own ocular abilities. He'd always been curious what kind of Mangekyō powers his personality would produce.
Whatever.
Nan shook his head. Realistically, without relying on the system, he'd probably never awaken the Mangekyō on his own anyway.
He'd been an orphan since childhood, with no one he truly cherished.
And if there were someone precious enough to trigger Mangekyō awakening…
He wouldn't be willing to trade their life for power.
The Uchiha bloodline really was cursed.
With a sigh, Nan claimed the reward.
A surge of cold, chaotic, malicious chakra flooded his eyes, rushing straight into his brain. For a moment, the sensation was almost transcendent—and almost maddening.
Then a cooling sensation followed, cleansing everything away.
At least the system had some decency—it didn't let Mangekyō chakra drive him insane.
…Huh?
New missions?
So many of them?!
Nan opened the task panel. After becoming Hokage, an absurd number of long-term missions had appeared all at once.
They were even categorized now.
Did the system secretly update itself without telling me?
Whatever. He started reading.
Long-term Mission: Defeat Senju Hashirama head-on
Reward: One golden draw
Long-term Mission: Defeat Uchiha Madara head-on
Reward: One golden draw
Long-term Mission: Defeat Ōtsutsuki Kaguya head-on
Reward: One golden draw
"…What kind of joke is this?"
Nan slammed the panel shut.
Are these even missions a human at my level can complete?!
Not reading that nonsense.
Infuriating.
Absolutely infuriating.
He scrolled further.
Achievement Mission: Recognition of the Predecessors
Obtain the sincere recognition of all previous Hokage.
Reward: One golden draw
Nan almost laughed in disbelief.
There were only two previous Hokage at this point.
One was Senju Hashirama—easy enough. Edo Tensei him and sweet-talk him. The man died early and barely knew what happened afterward.
The other?
Senju Tobirama.
If Nan ever dared summon Tobirama, the man would probably eat him alive.
He'd pretended to be harmless in front of Tobirama for years—and then turned around and murdered the man's chosen successor.
Recognition?
In your dreams.
And yet…
It was a golden reward.
That made it sting even more.
With a sigh, Nan continued scrolling.
Long-term Mission: I Have a Konoha Dream
Build Konoha into a great shinobi village that attracts ninjas from other villages—even at the cost of becoming missing-nin.
Reward: One golden draw
Long-term Mission: Iron Will
Create a modernized army and annihilate one shinobi village.
Reward: One golden draw
Long-term Mission: Master of Grain
Control food supplies. Create a company that monopolizes grain pricing across the shinobi world.
Reward: One golden draw
Long-term Mission: Entertained to Death
Dominate the shinobi entertainment industry. Build the strongest entertainment company in the world.
Reward: One golden draw
Long-term Mission: Fijincial Leviathan
Create a company that controls a nation's economy and trade.
Reward: One golden draw
Nan's expression grew darker the further he scrolled.
Is this something a human being is supposed to accomplish?!
Not a single task here was feasible in the short term.
And every single one dangled a golden reward like bait.
Blatant temptation.
Absolute psychological warfare.
He clenched his jaw and kept scrolling.
Lifestyle Missions
Please don't be insane. Please don't be insane…
Long-term Mission: Call Me Lord Cao
Possess three or more widows in substance.
Reward: Ten draws
Long-term Mission: Brothers Are Limbs, Women Are Clothes
After marrying, sleep side-by-side with a brother for three months straight.
Reward: Ten draws
Long-term Mission: Bronze Sparrow Locks the Two Qiaos
Possess a pair of twin sisters.
Reward: Ten draws
Long-term Mission: Save the Last Bullet for Me
Marry a girl younger than yourself.
Reward: Ten draws
"WHAT THE HELL—?!"
Nan completely snapped.
These missions weren't just ridiculous—they were straight-up trying to ruin him.
Sure, the lifestyle missions were technically doable.
The rewards were decent too.
But was he supposed to throw away every shred of dignity to do this?
Force himself through these tasks and people wouldn't see him as Hokage—
They'd see him as a vaguely humanoid pile of shit that gained sentience.
His life as a normal human being would be officially over.
Back in his previous life, he'd always used incognito mode on his browser, terrified that if he died suddenly someone would discover his search history and he'd suffer a second, social death.
Turns out he'd been right to worry.
He had died suddenly.
And now the system was trying to finish the job.
These godforsaken missions were cornering him—no retreat, no dignity left intact.
Power…
Or principles?
Nan slammed his palm against the desk repeatedly, trying to vent the pressure in his chest.
Outside the room, Uchiha Futami—having finished packing—heard the rhythmic pounding from within.
He paused.
Being Hokage really is hell, he thought.
First day on the job and people are already shoving debt in his face.
Futami decided not to enter yet.
Better to give Nan some time to cool off.
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