These two people were on pins and needles, which made Minato's doubts become more and more intense.
Hiruzen didn't give Minato any room to continue to refuse. He stood up and put his injured hand on Minato's shoulder, making the final decision.
"I called you back today just to inform you of the results, not to discuss."
"I have officially resigned from Hokage and will temporarily take charge of the village affairs until the handover is completed. Once Third Shinobi World War is over, you will officially succeed me!"
The smell of new wood circulated in the house, and the sound of hammers being repaired on the wall outside the door was heard one after another.
Minato fell into a long silence as he looked at Hiruzen's decisive eyes and the two senior executives who nodded desperately.
This was the position he had been thinking about for a long time.
Because only by becoming Hokage can he personally Teuchi break the iron rules set by the top management and change Kushina's fate of being imprisoned as Jinchuriki.
After a long silence, Minato took a breath, suppressed the absurd feeling in his heart, and responded in a deep voice.
"If the village really needs me, I am willing to take on this responsibility."
Koharu and Homura slumped into the wooden chairs at the same time, heaving a sigh of relief and finally regaining some color on their faces.
Hiruzen The tightly tied back slowly relaxed.
But Minato didn't relax.
He pointed at the brand-new wooden walls around him that exuded a pungent smell, as well as the temporary wooden boards under his feet that didn't match at all, and asked the core question in his heart.
"I accepted the responsibility, but now, can anyone tell me who Hokage Building asked to be dismantled?!"
The air in the room fell into dead silence again, leaving only the muffled sound of carpenters hammering outside.
Hiruzen avoided Minato's sight, took out a succession proposal from the corner, and pushed it in front of Minato.
"Sign it first, and then I'll tell you after you finish."
The new wooden door of the temporary office was closed behind him. Minato Namikaze stood upright in the corridor for a long time holding the signed succession proposal.
The smell of tung oil and paint from the new wooden boards went straight to my nose, and the wooden hammers used to repair the building outside were still banging.
Minato's steps were so frivolous that he stepped on the cotton. He looked down at the ink that had not yet dried at the end of the proposal, and his mind was filled with buzzing noises.
What Madara Uchiha is alive?
What kind of peak resurrection still brings Rinnegan?
Why did Danzo be crushed to death and Hokage Building be torn apart?
What Danzo's broken arm is covered with Sharingan and First Hokage Cells?
Minato felt that every word Hiruzen just said was full of absurdity.
He once wondered if he had been on the front line for three days and his brain was burned out and he was hallucinating.
The last time I left the village to go to the front line, it was less than a week ago, right?!
In this week, how did the four students of mine turn the village into such a virtuous person?!
The most outrageous thing is, how could Shura of the Shinobi World, who was said to be able to press Five Great Nations to the ground and rub him, silently become Uchiha Ye's biological grandfather?!
And these uncles are now sitting comfortably at Shopping Street eating barbecue?!
Minato held on to the newly painted wooden wall in the corridor and took a few breaths of the smell of tung oil, trying to get his overloaded brain to function again.
Before he could finish digesting the amount of information that could boil his brain, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the stairs behind him that were so fast that he almost fell.
A Intelligence Division ANBU knocked open the temporary wooden door and rushed up, rolling and crawling on the ground. He handed over the scroll with both hands, his voice trembling.
"Master Minato! The most critical battle report! Please check it immediately!"
Minato The sense of absurdity in his head was shattered by this roar.
He quickly walked out of Hokage Building, tore open the seal and scanned it quickly.
Hidden Cloud took advantage of Konoha's change of defense to launch a strong attack. Ai and Killer B's A-B Combo had already broken through the first position.
The number of casualties among the troops left behind is increasing rapidly. Hatake Sakumo requests Yellow Flash to return reinforcements immediately!
"When was the battle report sent out?"
Minato quickly put away the succession proposal.
"Half a quarter of an hour ago, the frontline used the psychic eagle to send out three copies in a row!"
ANBU speaks so fast that he is struggling to pronounce words.
Minato's eyebrows jumped hard.
He stepped on the wood chips that had not been cleared away, stood on the steps at the corner of the street, looked up and looked ahead.
A few dozen meters away is the roof of your home.
The morning light was falling warmly on the familiar green tiles, and Kushina's usual coat was hanging by the window on the second floor.
Kushina is probably still at home waiting for him to go back for breakfast.
As long as he walked a few dozen steps, he could go home and see her, even if it was only for half a minute.
Minato stopped and stared at the roof for three full seconds.
But the casualty figures in the battle report did not leave him half a minute.
He forcefully took back his stepped foot.
Before I even had time to take a sip of the poured cup of warm tea, Kunai was already in my hand.
Chakra surges in the palm of your hand.
Minato I feel like my shoulders are heavy and my mouth is bitter.
So is this the fate of Hokage?
The succession proposal has just been signed, and I haven't even touched the front door of my house. I have to go back to the front line at the speed of light and work overtime as a fire captain?!
"Kushina, wait for me to come back..."
Minato looked at the roof of his house, and his palm lit up Flying Thunder God Formula.
There was a flash of golden light, and the soon-to-be Fourth Hokage, who had just taken office, disappeared around the corner of the street.
At the same time, in Shopping Street's most advanced barbecue box, the charcoal fire was burning brightly.
A plate of three hundred taels of special-grade frosty beef is spread on the iron net. The fat is roasting sizzlingly, and the meat is fragrant.
Ye Zheng feasted with a mouth full of oil.
He held half a bone-in mutton chop in his hand and chewed it happily.
When I saw the pork belly that had just changed color on the iron net, I picked it up with chopsticks and stuffed it into my mouth. I didn't even have the time to raise my head.
Madara was sitting next to him, slowly putting meat into the bowl.
Obito and Kakashi and Lin survived the initial extreme nervousness and finally dared to pick up chopsticks.
Two soft knocks came from outside the paper sliding door.
"The door is unlocked, come in!"
Ye turned over the mutton chops and shouted indistinctly.
The wooden door was slowly pushed open. Uchiha Yehuo took off his shoes and walked sideways into the house, closing the door tightly with his backhand.
He followed Madara's movements all the way, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
After entering the door, Nohibi's expression was as solemn as if he were attending a memorial ceremony.
His eyes swept over the greasy barbecue on the table, and without even stopping for a tenth of a second, he walked straight to the side of the long table.
With a muffled sound, Nohibi's right knee hit the wooden floor hard.
He folded his hands and touched the ground, lowered his head and leaned over, his forehead almost touching the back of his hands.
Uchiha This is the most solemn ancient ceremony for meeting the patriarch during the Warring States Period, and the steps are accurate.
That enthusiastic attitude made Lin, who was pretending to drink soup, couldn't help but secretly raise her eyes.
The chopsticks holding meat in Madara's hand paused for a moment, Rinnegan landed on Nohibi, and he frowned slightly.
Nohibi completed the last movement and stood up neatly.
His eyes instantly locked onto Ye who was chewing mutton chops, his eyes were slightly red, he bent down at ninety degrees, and took a deep breath from his chest, sounding like a bell.
"Master! I have a few words that I want to report to you privately!"
The roar was so loud that it shook the paper sliding door twice.
The box was instantly so quiet that you could hear the crackling of the charcoal fire.
Opposite the long table, Obito, who was holding a large cup of tea to relieve his tiredness, was stunned on the spot, and then with a spray, half the cup of tea was poured onto the hot iron mesh.
A large cloud of white steam rose up, the slices of meat were shaken by the rush, and the charcoal fire crackled.
"Cough cough cough!"
Obito covered his neck and bent down, coughing heartbreakingly, his eyes widened, and he choked with tears.
Hero?!
Which Sengoku Dahe drama crew did you come from?
Or did you read some Warring States genealogy from 800 years ago?!
Don't you think it's too exaggerated for you to use this honorific for a teenage brat?!