Though he had fought tooth and nail to turn down the position of Hokage, Sen had now.
Completely.
Become the center of attention throughout the village.
Once his identity as the "Savior of Konoha" came to light, his peaceful days vanished in an instant.
That morning.
He only wanted to visit Old Li's breakfast stall at the edge of the village and buy a piping-hot flatbread.
He had barely reached the street corner.
"Oh my! It's Lord Sen!"
Auntie Zhang, who sold eggs, hollered at the top of her lungs.
Her voice was as shrill as an old hen with someone stepping on its neck.
That one shout brought half the street's aunties swarming over.
"Lord Sen! These are freshly laid free-range eggs! Take them and build up your strength!"
Auntie Zhang carried a somewhat rotten vegetable basket.
The mingled stench of sweat and vegetable leaves hit Sen full in the face.
Without a care, she grabbed a handful of warm eggs smeared with chicken droppings and forced them into Sen's arms.
"Have some fish! Lord Sen, have my salted fish!"
Auntie Li, the fish seller beside her, squeezed in too.
Her thick, fleshy hand clutched a dead fish reeking of salt and brine, rubbing it straight against Sen's old clothes.
"My fish has just the right amount of salt! Eat it, and you'll surely be able to make a few more giant wooden men!"
Sen was trapped in the middle of these fanatical aunties.
He didn't even have room to back away.
His wooden clogs kept slipping in the muddy water strewn with vegetable leaves, leaving several dark, muddy tracks.
"Auntie, auntie, really, I'm fine. I don't want any."
Sen desperately pushed outward with both hands.
"I have everything I need at home. Please give me some space."
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