"Hmph. Then go find someone else and see whether just anyone can handle this much administrative work properly."
Terumi Mei showed no weakness under Wuye's intense stare. She crossed her arms, tilted her head back slightly, and looked utterly confident.
Wuye stared back at her.
The two locked eyes, and sparks seemed to flash where their gazes met.
But Wuye soon sat back down and chuckled. "Not bad. You've actually found a role that suits you. Now you have a core competitive advantage and the confidence to stand against me."
Administrative work was not difficult, but handling it in an orderly fashion without turning everything into a mess was a talent in itself.
Terumi Mei was, after all, the future Fifth Mizukage. She possessed a natural gift for this sort of thing.
"Glad you know."
Terumi Mei sat back down in satisfaction and resumed writing furiously.
It was rare for her to make Wuye back down even once. She felt like her whole body was about to float away.
After being toyed with for so long, even standing up for herself once felt this joyful!
"Actually, you insist on making me come here every day because you want to see me every day, don't you?"
But then Wuye suddenly reached out and touched his own cheek. "Not just you—even I enjoy looking at this peerless face every day."
Terumi Mei: "..."
She had seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless...
And so they continued as usual: one stared out through the floor-to-ceiling windows at Konoha while thinking, while the other wrote away furiously.
This was their everyday office routine.
A Hokage who was not like Wuye—one who streamlined administration, delegated authority, and only made decisions—would basically be trapped in administrative work like a 996 corporate slave, unable to