As for being unable to control the situation, that was even more ridiculous. Having returned to the village with glory and prestige, and sitting in the Anbu Office, who would dare to step out of line?
Hanzō's corpse had not even been made into a puppet yet.
Faced with the old senior's questioning, Jingyi smiled wickedly.
"Nothing much, just that I feel there are a bit too many trivial matters, so I want to find someone to help."
"You brat."
Shikaku Nara instantly felt his blood pressure soaring.
Good grief, because you found the workload troublesome, you dragged this old man over to help you handle miscellaneous chores?
"Can this old man refuse?"
"I'm very sorry, no."
"..."
"Are you sure it's just handling trivial matters, and you'll decide the important things yourself?"
Shikaku Nara was not afraid of handling some trivial matters; what he feared was that Jingyi would find an excuse to dump everything on him.
Having spent this long together, Shikaku Nara knew Jingyi's character very well.
Once this kind of thing happened, anyone would be driven to despair.
The commander was unreliable, dumping the Anbu onto the deputy commander, and then running off to the battlefield himself.
If the deputy commander was unreliable and dumped the Anbu onto him, the ministerial secretary, he would go crazy.
Despite the Anbu's massive authority, Shikaku Nara did not want to touch that authority at all.
"Senior, don't worry. I'll handle the important matters personally, and you'll only need to help me manage the trivial ones."
Jingyi gave a solemn guarantee.
Although he had conned Shikaku Nara, Jingyi would not leave the Anbu unattended, nor could he afford to.
With a dark face, Shikaku Nara gritted his teeth and said:
"Remember your promise, or don't blame this old man for