Once everything had gotten on track, Zhen suddenly found life a little dull.
It seemed there was no one left in this world who could oppose him. Black Zetsu was imprisoned by him, Uchiha Madara was confirmed dead, Obito was still a diligent Konoha shinobi, and after losing his Rinnegan, Nagato had obediently remained in the Rain Village.
Only Orochimaru remained at large, but now that Zhen possessed the Tenseigan and Brutal Justice, he feared no one.
The only threat left was the Otsutsuki Clan beyond the heavens, but that was something that would not happen for decades.
To Zhen, it felt like he had cleared a game, yet reality could not truly be a game, and he could not start a second playthrough.
"Your Majesty."
Samui stood to the side, holding a stack of documents as she watched Zhen play with the children and waited for his response.
This was the Hokage residence. The former Hokage's Office had been torn down, and Zhen planned to build a true Imperial Palace. To that end, he had requisitioned the homes of nearby residents and relocated them to the new district.
Naturally, the arduous task of constructing the Imperial Palace had been handed to Uchiha Obito, whom Zhen "trusted" deeply.
With the Hokage's Office gone, Zhen had moved his workplace back home. As his secretary, Samui had moved over as well.
"What is it?"
"These are all matters submitted from below that require your decision."
Zhen casually took the documents and glanced through them. His brows immediately furrowed, though he restrained his anger because the children were nearby.
"They're all trivial matters. Didn't I say they should make their own decisions on things like this from now on?"
Zhen had already delegated authority, placing people he considered capable in every position. But