Pilgrimage of the Shinobi World

On the first day Senju Manor was completed, the moment sunlight broke through the clouds, Konoha's central main road was completely paralyzed. From the redwood front gate all the way to the outskirts of the village stretched an endless line of people. Delegations from every country hauled cartloads of rare treasures inside, the heavy wooden chests making the carts creak under their weight.

Chenshu Senju sat in the main hall as system notifications continuously rang in his mind, reporting settlements of wealth and reputation points until his ears went numb. He casually turned off the voice announcements, and only then did it become quiet.

Whispers filled the line outside. The leader of a small shinobi village complained about how long they would have to wait, but the person beside him hurriedly tugged his sleeve and told him in a low voice to shut up. Didn't he see who was standing at the front?

Standing at the very front of the line were none other than Raikage A and the Tsuchikage, Ōnoki.

These two leaders of the Five Great Nations, who normally acted as if they had eyes on top of their heads and would slam tables or kick over chairs at the slightest provocation, were now obediently standing in line outside Senju Manor.

Ōnoki's back had always been bad, yet he stood as straight as a spear, scarcely daring to breathe as he tightly held a yellow silk brocade box in both hands. The Raikage was built like a bear, but he forcibly hunched his broad shoulders and stared awkwardly at the tiles beneath his feet.

Who would have thought that two dignified Kage Level powerhouses, men who usually commanded the wind and rain, would now be as meek as a pair of quails?

"Shut your mouth and mind your