Calling Him Grandpa in Public, Uncle in Private

If anyone had it rough, Chiken seemed to have had it pretty rough too.

When he had first become clan head, he had not only needed to comfort the hawkish clansmen, but also maneuver around the village's higher-ups.

After his youngest son was born, he had suffered headaches every day.

He had worked diligently for over twenty years without a single complaint.

Even when that brat of his had set him up, he had to bear it with those shoulders already burdened by so much.

As he spoke, Chiken suddenly found himself unable to continue.

Ōnoki, who was still blowing his nose across from him, was actually trying to play the sympathy card.

Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Shin, Black Zetsu... After all that, weren't they practically one family?

"Tsuchikage, congratulations..." The muscles in Chiken's face twitched violently. "I cannot think of anyone more suitable than you for the position of the Land of Ninja's first Chief Justice."

Ōnoki's expression changed as swiftly as a Sichuan opera mask. He accurately tossed the tissue in his hand into the trash can.

He straightened up and forcefully embraced Chiken with his somewhat slippery hands.

"I truly must thank you, Interviewer Chiken."

"You're welcome..." Chiken, seated in his chair, gritted his teeth. "I only hope you will judge cases impartially and not lose sight of the greater good over trivial matters."

"Certainly, certainly." After letting go, Ōnoki even raised an eyebrow before leaving.

The meaning he wanted to convey was nothing more than that Chiken was still too young to outmatch him.

"That old bastard really is a thief who refuses to die!"

If there had not been other interviewees waiting, the cursing Chiken would definitely have gone another round with him.

"Next, Nara Shikaku."

While waiting, he took a sip of water to moisten