The entire office.
Was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The yellowed toothpick Kakashi had still been holding between his lips.
"Clack."
Dropped straight to the floor and rolled into a crack between the shattered tiles.
His scarlet Sharingan was filled with the despairing terror of a man who had lost all will to live.
The two advisers, Mitokado Homura and Utatane Koharu, were so furious that their fingers trembled as if they were plucking cotton.
In Konoha.
Across the entire shinobi world.
How many ninja had fought for that supreme Hokage position.
Until their heads split and blood flowed.
Some had even been willing to turn fathers against sons and masters against students.
Yet this twelve-year-old brat before them actually treated the Hokage position like a basin of filthy water he couldn't get away from fast enough!
"S-Sen Senju!"
Utatane Koharu pushed up her reading glasses.
Her wrinkled old hands were slick with cold sweat.
"Y-you insolent pupil! You actually called the Hokage... called the Hokage position a lousy job?!"
Mitokado Homura was beside himself with rage, too.
He slapped the desk.
Sending tea stains and cigarette ash flying everywhere.
"Hiruzen! This is the successor you chose?! He doesn't have the slightest respect for the village!"
"Respect?"
Sen rolled his eyes dramatically and shoved his hands into his trouser pockets.
"Can respect put food on the table? If you want the job so badly, old man, why the hell don't you take it yourself?"
"You!"
That single retort left Homura unable to catch his breath.
His old face instantly turned purple, and the finger he pointed at Sen shook nonstop.
Sen ignored them.
He began shaking his head furiously.
"Become Hokage?"
"I'd have to be out of my damn mind to sign up for that slave labor!"