Namikaze Minato Wants to Leave Work on Time [5]

The move Minato had just used was exactly the Third Hokage’s favorite blame-shifting technique.

All the wrongdoing would be pinned on the Hokage’s aide—it had nothing to do with the Hokage himself.

Then, to meet public expectations, the Hokage would issue a formal reprimand and “temporarily restrict” the aide’s duties.

Compared to the Third, Minato’s version was even subtler—he’d cleverly pulled the Uchiha into the equation as well.

“I fully support Hokage-sama’s decision.”

The moment Minato mentioned the Uchiha, Fugaku knew it was his cue.

“The Konoha Police Force exists to protect the village’s security and stands firmly behind Hokage-sama’s decision. Anyone who dares question Hokage-sama questions the Police Force itself, and we’ll gladly duel them!”

For once, Fugaku felt like a real man.

Having the Hokage’s backing was a wonderful thing—logic no longer mattered; attitude did.

“Please rest assured, Third Hokage and honorable advisors. You can safely leave Danzō in the Uchiha’s custody. Before our Sharingan, no evil can hide.”

At his signal, several Uchiha shinobi stepped forward and wrapped Danzō up like a rice dumpling.

The advisors wanted to protest, but their mouths wouldn’t move—they could only watch helplessly as Danzō was neatly bundled up and carried away.

Only after he vanished from sight could they speak again.

“Hiruzen, say something! How can you just stand by and watch Danzō get taken by the Uchiha?” Koharu snapped, glaring at the Third.

Sarutobi’s expression was complex. “I was restrained as well.”

“What? Even you…?” Koharu and Homura stared in disbelief.

By their understanding, Sarutobi Hiruzen was still the strongest in Konoha, followed by Namikaze Minato. Yet in a single instant, Minato had immobilized all four of them—including Sarutobi himself, a Kage-level powerhouse.

The difference in strength was staggering.

“Minato’s power already far surpasses mine… and with Orochimaru as his aide…” Sarutobi murmured, seeming to age another decade before their eyes.

His once-glorious reputation had nearly collapsed during the Third Ninja War. He’d sent academy students to their deaths, ignored his people’s will, and signed a humiliating ceasefire with Iwagakure without reparations.

The young Fourth dared to treat them so harshly because he had both overwhelming strength and the full support of Konoha’s clans and civilians.

“Only those recognized by the villagers can truly become Hokage. We’ve already become remnants of a past age.”

With that realization, Sarutobi let out a long, weary sigh. He looked even older.

“Then what do we do now…?” Koharu asked quietly.

“For now, we’ll await the Fourth’s decisions,” he said at last.

The once-feared hero of the ninja world had been worn down into an old man who no longer wished to fight.

Konoha’s F4 had fallen apart—its leader defeated in spirit, its second-in-command captured, and the two remaining advisors too powerless to cause further trouble. They left the Uchiha compound, filled with frustration and confusion.

After they departed, Fugaku asked cautiously, “Hokage-sama, what should be done with Danzō?”

“Danzō isn’t important. Orochimaru will collect him tonight,” Minato replied. “What I want to know is your answer to what we discussed earlier.”

Fugaku blinked, realizing Minato was referring to integrating Uchiha shinobi into the village’s mission system.

He’d originally worried the Third’s faction might interfere—but after seeing Minato’s display of dominance, those concerns vanished. He immediately agreed.

Letting Uchiha shinobi take missions would not only help the clan reintegrate with the village but also ease the burden on other ninjas—a win-win situation.

Once that was settled, Minato returned to the Hokage Tower and resumed paperwork.

Stacks of documents towered over his desk, thicker than the exam papers from his past life. Even two shadow clones couldn’t finish them all in a day.

Still, Minato wasn’t in a rush. He calmly signed and stamped each one, taking breaks to admire the view from his window whenever his hand grew tired.

“There’s still so much paperwork, Minato-kun.”

Just before the end of the day, Orochimaru appeared in the office.

Minato’s good mood immediately soured. His expression darkened. “What is it?”

Unaffected, Orochimaru smiled faintly. “Don’t be so tense. I just came to ask if you’d like help processing documents tonight. After all, I’m the Hokage’s aide.”

Minato’s irritation vanished. Orochimaru truly knew how to speak to his boss.

“In that case, this three-meter-tall pile is all yours,” Minato said, patting the mountain of paperwork beside him.

“My pleasure,” Orochimaru replied, lips curling into a serpentine smile. “By the way, I discovered a rather interesting child in Root. Would you like to see him?”

“What’s interesting about him?” Minato asked.

“You’ll know when you see.”

After work, Minato followed Orochimaru to a secluded corner of the village. There, a masked boy lay unconscious.

Just from his figure, Minato immediately recognized him.

Konoha’s future real-estate magnate—and one of only two men in the village capable of Wood Release—Yamato.

Thinking Minato didn’t know, Orochimaru began to explain. “Years ago, Danzō and I cooperated on transplanting Hashirama’s cells. This child was one of the subjects. I thought he was a failure, but during a fight, he actually used Wood Release.”

“That Danzō… he hid quite a few things from me.” Orochimaru’s long tongue slid across his pale cheek.

“So?” Minato asked flatly.

Orochimaru froze, his golden snake-eyes widening.

“This is Wood Release—the power of the First Hokage himself!” he emphasized.

“And?” Minato raised an eyebrow. “Is this small matter worth delaying my dinner?”

Small matter? This was Wood Release! The very jutsu that had once unified the ninja world!

For a moment, Orochimaru wasn’t sure if he’d lost his mind—or if the Hokage beside him truly had.

Could a newly discovered Wood Release user really rank below dinner?

“Send him to the Academy tomorrow. If he doesn’t have a name, call him Yamato.” Minato’s tone cooled, his blue eyes sharp enough to freeze air. “You don’t need me personally to handle Academy admissions, do you?”

“N-no, of course not,” Orochimaru stammered, feeling a chill crawl up his spine.

It seemed that since becoming Hokage, Minato-kun’s temper had grown far more dangerous.

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T/N: overtime is evil!!!!

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