"Did you drink too much?" Lin Qing asked.
Tsunade shook her head.
"I'm serious."
"You know I have no desire for power. I only accepted this job because I couldn't rest easy about Konoha. I came over as a firefighter, and now—"
She spread her hands.
The mess the Third Hokage and Danzo had left behind had basically all been cleaned up.
Konoha had won the war, and vast resources would flow into the village.
And they had Lin Qing, a crucial ally.
It was foreseeable that over the next fifty years, Konoha would gradually grow stronger.
Tsunade truly wanted to retire.
"It'd be best if you were willing. Konoha is your homeland, after all, but I know that's asking too much."
Being Hokage of Konoha might have been the dream of children from many villages, but to Lin Qing, who held the world in his grasp...
It was far too insignificant.
"Do you have anyone to recommend?" Tsunade asked.
"Are we discussing work, or just chatting as friends?"
If this was work, Lin Qing couldn't speak carelessly or go by mere impressions. He would need to compare all sorts of data before reaching a conclusion he could be responsible for.
Tsunade pointed at the two long, pale legs exposed beneath her bathrobe. Her bare feet rested casually on the table.
They were quite a sight.
"What do you think?"
Lin Qing shrugged.
Since it was just casual conversation, he spoke freely.
"Kakashi. He's unlocked the Mangekyo, and he's smart enough."
"Asuma and Shikaku Nara aren't bad either. They're capable at handling matters and have steady temperaments, though they're a little weak."
"Then there's Jiraiya. His combat strength is sufficient, but he's indecisive in major matters and too impulsive in minor ones..."
As Lin Qing spoke, he heard steady breathing.