Naruto: Starting as the Third Hokage with Tears in His Eyes

The window in the Hokage's office was slightly ajar.

The evening breeze squeezed in through the crack, carrying the aroma of sauce from the Akimichi yakiniku restaurant on Hokage Avenue, and the clanging of the tram's arrival bell.

Nara Shika was lying on the desk, a purchase application form with three red stamps stuck to his left cheek, and a calligraphy brush in his right hand, with ink dripping from the tip onto the desk, leaving a small, irregular black stain.

He yawned.

A crisp sound came from the jawbone.

This is his forty-seventh yawn today.

He knew this because he had been mentally counting from the thirtieth onwards. The fact that a substitute Hokage kept track of the number of times he yawned was itself very telling.

This means he is very sleepy.

"That bastard who takes the wind!"

The deer antlers propped themselves up on the table and sat up straight, and another series of sounds rang in its neck.

He turned his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

The clock struck 4:27 PM.

The sunlight outside the window had changed from the white of midday to a warmer orange hue, slanting into the office and illuminating a large area of ​​the third-generation's chair.

Empty chairs.

That chair has been empty for a long time.

A dark-colored jacket was draped over the back of the chair—it was the jacket that Hiruzen Sarutobi forgot to take before he left, saying that "it's too hot to use."

Deer Antlers stared at the coat for two seconds, then his lips curled down slightly.

It's too hot to use.

"You're taking your eldest son on a big steel ship, enjoying the wind, sun, and seafood at sea, of course you don't need it."

asshole.

He rubbed his temples and pulled a scroll from the base of the mountain on the right.

It's not Danzo's, not Sakumo's, and not Orochimaru's.

The cover of the scroll had no stamp, only a number written in pencil and a line of small print:

"Report on the Identity Verification and Recent Performance of Uchiha Mine"

He had already read the report twice.

I received it three days ago and read it again before going to bed last night.

This is the third time.

Unroll the antler scroll and start reading from the beginning.

The report was written in great detail.

Fugaku always handled things meticulously.

The boy's three meals a day: in the morning he ate white rice with pickled vegetables at the clan canteen, at noon he received his standard rations, and in the evening he would occasionally receive red bean soup from the old lady next door. He ate very slowly at every meal, licking the bowl clean.

Daily training log: Physical training starts at 6 a.m., including push-ups, sit-ups, and running laps around the yard—the most basic exercises.

Clumsy movements, yet earnest repetitions.

After that, I practiced shuriken, hitting the target three out of ten times.

Once, he almost hit the bedding drying next door, and after that, he would apologize before every training session.

Social behavior: Proactively folding towels for the guards and tidying up the training ground. In the evening, standing on the street corner waiting for the tribespeople to pass by after get off work, then bending down to pick up fallen leaves.

He learned fire techniques from the younger members of his clan, but could only spew out sparks the size of a fist. He wasn't bothered by being laughed at and continued practicing.

The antlers' gaze stopped on a record.

—"During the training, A-Cheng asked the boy why he was working so hard. The boy replied, 'Yesterday evening I saw an older man get off the tram, his work clothes were covered in dust, but he smiled and said he had poured three more cubic meters of water today. I thought he was amazing. So I also want to become someone useful to this place, even if it's just a little bit.'"

The antlers' fingers lightly traced a line under the text.

Then continue reading.

Emotional reaction record: I laughed for a long time when I ate the three-colored dumplings. The first time I rode a tram, I pressed my face against the window and looked at the entire Naruto Avenue. When Mrs. Mikoto invited me to her home for dinner, the angle of my bow was "a bit excessive".

Personality assessment: Timid, insecure, kind-hearted. Shows excessive gratitude for any kindness shown to them. Non-aggressive.

The antlers rolled the scroll back up and placed it on the table.

He did not speak immediately, nor did he draw a conclusion immediately.

He simply rested his elbows on the table, interlaced his fingers, and placed them against the bridge of his nose.

This is the posture his father used when solving problems.

I've been watching it since I was a child, and I don't know when I learned it too.

He began to mentally arrange those details.