"What are you talking about?"
Jingyi folded his arms and brushed the snow from his shoulders.
"This time, it's 'you have the potential to become Hokage.' Next time, it might become 'you should become Hokage.' And remember, absolutely, absolutely do not say that to Tsunade. If it causes trouble, I'll push you out to take the hit."
"If you won't do, then they'll drag your son in. If your son won't do either, then they'll rope in the three Ino-Shika-Cho clans."
Others might take it as praise, but Tsunade would not.
Even now, Tsunade still had objections to that so-called Hokage Candidate status. If she heard something like that, she would be ecstatic.
Like this!
The responsibility of becoming Hokage in the future is yours. I believe you can do it.
What?
You can't?
Then I'm leaving. Deal with it yourself.
Don't doubt it. If she was pushed too far, Tsunade was absolutely capable of doing something like that.
"..."
Was it really that exaggerated?
Little Tsunade could not be that unreliable, right?
How could the position of Hokage be handed over so casually?
Pah, what was he thinking? Monkey valued his position far too much. There was no way he would step down so easily.
Shaking away the messy thoughts in his head, Torifu Akimichi smiled and changed the subject. He brought Jingyi back to his home and invited him to sample the latest delicacy he had developed.
"Pah, pah, pah!! You rotten old man, you're awful! No wonder you're round as a ball—this is sickeningly sweet!!"
Five minutes later, Jingyi walked out with an ugly expression, grumbling curses under his breath.
He had thought Torifu Akimichi had prepared some kind of delicious food, probably grilled meat or something. After all, the Akimichi clan's secret dipping sauce went perfectly