This was bad...
As he listened to Minato Namikaze's explanation, Chiba's hard-won expression of normalcy gradually stiffened, and a helpless look slowly surfaced in his eyes.
I'm finished! At that moment, despair filled his heart.
This Hokage Assistant job was not merely complicated—it was practically an intensive bombardment of exhaustion. The handling of all kinds of documents, especially intelligence files, meant that nearly every piece of intelligence from every intelligence operative in all of Konoha would pass through Chiba's hands before being compiled and organized for the Hokage.
Then there were miscellaneous village affairs: financial reports, ninja tool procurement and production plans, and countless other matters, all of which would be brought to him. After all, a shinobi village was not merely a military organization. It had its own independent economy and political system centered around one village and one Kage. Financial income, daily expenditures, and the like were no less important than intelligence. For an organization with an independent economic and political system, if its economy collapsed, the consequences would be no different from destruction. Financial matters and expenditures were extremely important. Basically, this assistant position also carried the responsibilities of a general affairs department.
Listening to Minato Namikaze, Chiba was starting to wonder how Hokoma had ever found the time to participate in actual combat missions.
Forget the Hokage Assistant's ten-hour workday and on-call system—he would probably have to spend the entire day on this alone.
No! Even spending the entire day on this would not be enough! This...
At that moment, aside from despair, Chiba felt an urge to cry. Since transmigrating here, even during that period when he had given up on himself, he had never wanted to cry this badly.
"That is roughly the situation. However, there are some matters you do not need to