Dressed in a white robe and wearing a Hokage hat, he looked kind and benevolent.
Putting those traits together, he was naturally the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen.
After all, none of the previous Hokage had lived long enough to reach an age where they could be called kind and benevolent.
By comparison, the Third Hokage was practically the king of longevity.
"Long... Lord Hokage."
Uchiha Chi paused, then greeted him with a respectful expression.
Sarutobi Hiruzen nodded and pointed at a chair. "There's no one after you, so there's no rush. Sit down first, then we'll talk."
What is this old geezer trying to pull?
"Yes!"
Though he had already started badmouthing Sarutobi Hiruzen in his heart, Uchiha Chi still nodded firmly and strode over to the chair before sitting down.
He deliberately kept his expression taut, clasped his hands beneath his abdomen, and blinked at an unusually rapid rate, looking thoroughly nervous.
Sarutobi Hiruzen did not find this strange. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled even more kindly.
He had seen this situation plenty of times. Of the students who had entered this office before Chi, nine out of ten had acted this way. Quite a few had been even more nervous than Uchiha Chi.
Incidentally, the remaining one had been his son, Asuma. Back when Asuma had clicked his tongue the moment he pushed open the door, Sarutobi Hiruzen had instinctively reached for his belt.
By the time he came back to his senses, Asuma had already run off with his number slip.
"You seem a little nervous?"
"Of course." Uchiha Chi launched into his performance with gusto. Looking at Sarutobi Hiruzen as though he were the scorching midday sun, his entire body trembled. "To me, you are the most important Hokage in Konoha's history!"
"Oh?"