Namikaze Minato Wants to Leave Work on Time [7]

After finishing his homemade breakfast, Namikaze Minato arrived at the Hokage Tower.

Seeing that half the mountain of paperwork on his desk had already been cleared, his mood brightened considerably.

An aide like Orochimaru was truly invaluable.

He had, in fact, kept his word and spent the entire night sorting through documents. That alone placed him far above those two undead relics, Sarutobi Hiruzen and Shimura Danzō.

Unfortunately, Minato’s good mood didn’t last.

His expression darkened as his subordinates marched in with yet another stack of paperwork—this time nearly two meters tall.

Looks like there’d be no slacking off today either.

Still, compared to his Jōnin days, being Hokage was practically a desk vacation.

Of the seven Hokage in the original timeline, only two ever complained about paperwork: the Fifth, Tsunade—who’d spent decades gambling and dodging responsibilities—and the Seventh, Uzumaki Naruto… and anyone who knew him understood why.

The rest usually handled their documents swiftly, then spent the day arguing with subordinates.

Minato was confident he’d reach that point within a few weeks.

With Orochimaru covering the night shift, their efficiency was practically doubled. One handled the day, the other the night—soon they’d wipe out the backlog entirely.

As Minato rhythmically stamped one form after another, a breathless young voice came from the shadows.

“Hokage-sama, there’s trouble downstairs!”

In the next instant, Kakashi appeared kneeling before him.

“What is it?” Minato asked calmly, not pausing his work.

“A large group of Uchiha shinobi have gathered below—almost all Jōnin and Chūnin,” Kakashi reported, voice tight.

With so many high-level ninja assembling under the Hokage Tower, it looked alarmingly like an uprising.

Minato didn’t know what the Uchiha were up to, but he vanished in a flash of yellow light, reappearing at the Tower’s entrance.

Below, the Uchiha stood in formation, facing off against the Anbu.

Neither side spoke. The Uchiha stared coldly; the Anbu, bound by discipline, stayed silent as well. The air was heavy enough to crush stone.

A streak of golden light flared between them, followed by Minato’s sharp, even voice. “What exactly are you doing here?”

The moment they saw him, the Anbu’s tension eased. This was the “Yellow Flash” who’d once wiped out fifty Iwa-nin in an instant. With Hokage-sama here, even a hundred Uchiha wouldn’t stand a chance.

Faced with Minato’s presence, the normally arrogant Uchiha dropped their frosty pride and answered respectfully, “Hokage-sama, we’re here to accept missions.”

“Missions?”

Minato blinked, briefly thrown.

Right—he had discussed integrating the Uchiha into the mission system yesterday with Fugaku.

He just hadn’t expected Fugaku to be so socially tone-deaf that he’d bring nearly the entire clan straight to the Hokage Tower.

Anyone watching from afar would assume they were staging a coup.

No wonder the Third had disliked dealing with them. Interacting with these blunt idiots daily would give anyone high blood pressure.

After clearing up the misunderstanding, Minato led the Uchiha upstairs and began assigning missions.

Since they hadn’t officially participated in the mission system for years, he decided to start them with easier assignments.

But the proud Uchiha wouldn’t hear of it. Every one of them—Chūnin or Jōnin—demanded A-rank or even S-rank missions.

Faced with this wall of stubbornness, Minato deployed his most effective jutsu: compromise.

He first suggested B-rank missions. The Uchiha refused. So he offered C-rank ones. Instantly, they relented and accepted the B-rank tasks with wounded pride.

And so, Minato spent the entire morning assigning jobs one by one. Because they crowded the office, he made them line up neatly in the hallway.

The proud Uchiha obeyed, forming a long, perfectly straight line—like job applicants waiting for interviews. Passing shinobi stared openly at the bizarre sight.

By noon, only one remained.

“Uchiha Shisui—‘Shisui of the Body Flicker,’ veteran of the Third Shinobi War,” Minato read aloud. “You can start with a B-rank mission.”

This was the young prodigy who appeared mostly in flashbacks. Minato wasn’t especially excited, handing him the file casually.

He’d spotted Shisui right away—his large nose and small frame were distinctive.

According to records, Shisui had graduated early, lost his entire team in battle, and awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan.

In the original novels, he’d supposedly let jealousy drive him to abandon a talented teammate, awakening his eye through guilt. The anime, however, softened it—his Mangekyō came from grief over his comrades’ deaths.

But neither version really explained why his Mangekyō power was Kotoamatsukami.

The Sharingan reflected the user’s heart. By that logic, Shisui’s ability should have connected to comradeship, not control.

Unless, deep down, he’d always been a control freak.

Still, Minato noted that Shisui had deliberately placed himself last in line—a small act that revealed a humble temperament.

“Hokage-sama,” Shisui said, bowing slightly, “I feel my experience is lacking. A C-rank mission will be enough for now.”

“You’re sure?” Minato asked, folding his hands atop the desk. “You earned your title during the war. You’re certainly strong enough.”

“Yes!” Shisui nodded earnestly. “Strength alone doesn’t mean I’ll complete missions properly. I’ve taken few village missions before, so I should start low and build experience.”

Minato smiled faintly, satisfied with the answer, and handed him a simple C-rank mission.

Just as Shisui turned to leave, he stopped suddenly. “Ah—Hokage-sama, the clan head asked me to deliver this letter to you.”

“A letter?” Minato opened the envelope curiously.

Inside was a single short line.

The calm expression on his face cracked.

Fugaku’s neat handwriting read:

[Don’t forget to come pick out a girl tonight.]

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