Your Rights as Hokage Are Limitless

"Please, speak!"

A second ago, Senju Hashirama had been reeking of alcohol, his eyes hazy with intoxication.

The next second, he became incomparably serious, and faint wisps of alcohol vapor were visibly evaporating and dissipating into the air.

"..."

Toji watched this scene, speechless.

The degree to which Senju Hashirama cared about the village was on par with a certain dark-skinned man from next door whose lover was his country.

Uzumaki Mito had essentially been cheated on.

"Ahem!" Toji coughed lightly. "I plan to establish a Konoha Hospital in the village, one in the true sense of the word."

Toji proposed the core concept: "We should pull the ninjas who possess medical ninjutsu from every clan and concentrate them in a specialized medical facility to work in unison. The hospital will serve ninjas exclusively, though, if there is spare capacity, it could also serve the ordinary villagers."

"This..." Senju Hashirama said sheepishly, "Actually, I had thought about this issue before, but everyone rejected it."

"It seems everyone is unwilling to let the doctors of their own clan serve outsiders."

It was as expected.

The Konoha Hospital, the Ninja Academy, the Anbu, the Police Force... these systems, which seem so normal to later generations, were all unknown and resisted by the ninjas of this era.

After all, the Warring States period had only just ended.

Konoha had been established for less than five years, barely pulling together various clans that had been hostile to one another just five years prior.

Resources were not integrated, strengths were not shared, and even the most basic livelihood systems remained in the isolated state of the Warring States era.

Senju Hashirama's personality was too soft, which was why these systems had not been pushed through during the first few years of Konoha.

Not until the ruthless White-Haired Ghost took power...

"Senju Hashirama, your authority as Hokage is limitless."

Toji's tone carried a dangerous air as he tempted him: "This is a great benefit to the village and the people; how can you not push it forward just because everyone resists?"

"The general direction can be confirmed first, and the details can be perfected later. If everyone is unwilling to share resources, we will find the reasons and solve them one by one."

"The sooner the Konoha Hospital is built, the more the village will benefit."

Senju Hashirama listened, lost in thought. His expression shifted from hesitation to determination, and he said with a murderous aura: "Toji, you are right. As Hokage, I should be firmer on certain matters."

"Tomorrow, I will gather everyone at the Hokage Building to explain this matter."

The next day.

The conference room of the Hokage Building.

Senju Hashirama summoned representatives from all the major clans to explain the establishment of the Konoha Hospital.

"I object!"

"I second that!"

"There is no such precedent!"

"Our clan only has one medical ninja; how can we pull them out?"

"..."

As expected, the proposal to build the hospital faced significant resistance.

Tobirama sat with his arms crossed, just about to stand up and say a few words to help his older brother, when he saw Senju Hashirama press his hands onto the table and lean forward, his attitude uncharacteristically tough: "Everyone!"

"This is no longer the Warring States period."

The expressions of the clan elders before the table shifted slightly, and the whispering and discussion died down.

"I do not wish for there to be barriers between clans. Everyone should work together for the sake of the village. Every person in every clan should not be limited to sacrificing only for the interests of their own kin, but should prioritize the big picture and contribute to the village. Protect our fellow villagers; everyone in the village is one family..."

"The Senju Clan will pull all of our medical ninjas into the Konoha Hospital."

"I ask that you all understand and support me."

Senju Hashirama scanned the room, and everyone trembled.

Finally.

It was the Uchiha elder who broke the silence: "I agree with the Hokage's proposal."

The others glared at him.

You Uchiha don't even have any medical ninjas, so what are you meddling for?

"However, this newly built Konoha Hospital needs someone to step forward and oversee the overall situation. Your Majesty, who do you think is suitable?"

Discussions erupted in the conference room once again.

Seeing the Hokage's unusually tough attitude, everyone knew that this matter could no longer be stopped.

The Konoha Hospital was destined to be a pivotal department within the village.

If the medical ninjas from every clan were to be withdrawn and placed under unified management, it would mean that from now on, whenever clansmen were injured, needed mission treatment, or required the distribution of medicinal herbs... how much medical resource they received would be entirely up to the hospital.

Because of this, the person in charge of Konoha Hospital could never be a puppet of any single family; they had to be someone capable of balancing all sides and considering the interests of every clan.

Some people looked toward the Senju Clan, others glanced at the Uchiha, but most were watching each other, terrified that this great power would fall into the hands of a faction unfriendly to their own.

Hashirama let out a sigh of relief and blurted out, "What does everyone think of Toji from the Gospel Clinic?"

"Toji?"

It was an unexpected name, yet one that made perfect sense.

Everyone had attended a banquet at his home just yesterday, and they all acknowledged Toji's character and conduct.

The Uchiha were the first to relent, "I support Toji becoming the director."

"Toji's abilities are plain for all to see; the Hyuga Clan also supports this."

"Seconded."

"Agreed."

"..."

With the two great ninja clans taking the lead, voices of "seconded" and "agreed" rang out one after another.

Hashirama's face lit up with excitement as he slammed his hands on the table and stood up, "Good! Since Toji is the consensus, this matter is settled!"

He raised a hand to signal for silence and solemnly announced, "Konoha Gospel Hospital is established today. Toji is appointed as director, with full authority over hospital affairs. Every clan must select their medical ninjas, and the lists are to be submitted to Toji within three days."

That afternoon.

Toji, who had only been back at work for half a day, was summoned to the Hokage Building.

Hashirama urgently pressed two sheets of appointment papers into his hands—

[Appointment: Zenin Toji, to serve as the first director of Konoha Gospel Hospital]

Toji looked at the appointment papers in his hands, his eyebrows arching slightly.

Hashirama's efficiency was quite impressive.

Hashirama patted Toji on the shoulder, "Toji, from today on, the Gospel Clinic is upgraded to a hospital, and you are its first director."

"I feel that with my abilities, I'm afraid that taking on this position..."

Toji instinctively wanted to decline.

Three refusals and three concessions—it was an old tradition.

"Alright, you are the consensus, and everyone recognizes your ability, so don't try to decline."

Hashirama waved his hand, "Come with me."

With that, his figure flashed and vanished from the Hokage Building.

Toji activated his taijutsu, barely managing to keep up with Hashirama, and asked in confusion, "Lord Hokage, why the rush? Where are we going?"

"To build the hospital, of course," Hashirama replied without looking back.

"Build the hospital?"

Toji was stunned, and by the time he realized what was happening, he had been brought by Hashirama to a wide-open plot of land in a prime location of Konoha.

Immediately after.

Hashirama clapped his hands together, pressed them against the ground, and shouted, "Wood Style... Hospital Construction Technique!"

He wasn't even pretending anymore.

Does he really just get whatever he shouts for, and the effect is exactly what he names it?

Rumble!!

The ground shook, and dust instantly filled the air.

Soon, Toji truly witnessed the terror of Hashirama as the God of Shinobi—

On the nearly hundred-acre plot of land.

Thick wooden pillars burst from the earth, and continuous wooden structures rose up in response, taking on a basic shape in mere moments.