The various secret and classified intelligence transmitted by Konoha's spies planted throughout the countries came flooding into the Administration Department like snowflakes.
To ensure the secrecy of the information, Shikahira and Tobirama had specially selected a group of people to form a special operations team to screen and compile the key information within it.
Buried deep beneath mountains of documents, Rikusei rubbed his sore Sharingan. He had already had his fill of the scandals surrounding the power struggles among the upper echelons of the Shinobi World's nations.
The joke he had once made to Tobirama had finally come true.
The Sharingan really was useful for processing documents.
"Rikusei, come upstairs!"
The shout from the stairwell made him set aside his work and jog up to the Hokage's Office.
"Rikusei is one lucky kid. He actually earned the favor of both Lord Madara and the Hokage."
"Do you remember that Tailed Beast proposal he brought out? Minister Shikahira is already considering having the future document format of our Administration Department follow the standards of that one."
"Sigh, whenever I see how hard he works, I think of Lord Madara. If only I'd had half of Rikusei's drive back then."
The sounds of Rikusei leaving put a pause on the work process, and his colleagues watched his departing figure as they discussed him in low voices.
As he walked up the wooden stairs toward the Hokage's Office, he recalled a recent occasion when communication had basically depended on shouting.
At the time, the Hokage had mysteriously given him a scroll, apologetically saying that he was too busy to personally guide him in learning this visual Illusion Technique.
Bringer-of-Darkness Technique.
Mm.
An A-rank forbidden technique.
He had barely grasped the principle behind it: using spiritual energy to guide chakra into activation and interfere