The cold wind poured in from half of the wall that collapsed last night, picking up the documents at Shikamaru's feet and blowing away his morning sluggishness.
He didn't pick up the pen that fell on the ground.
The fighting instinct honed over the years took over the body first. He clasped the Ninja Tools bag with his right hand and pressed his fingertips against the corner of a Explosive Tag.
Last night, the red-haired woman who appeared out of thin air punched Seventh out of the village, and even half of Hokage's Office's wall collapsed.
Shikamaru mobilized several teams of ANBU to search the mountain overnight, and it took until the middle of the night to get the exact information that Naruto returned home safely.
I thought the matter was over.
As a result, this early in the morning, Naruto walked in with a half-pig-headed face that had not faded away, his eyes were black and blue, and his steps were frivolous.
And behind him, there was a living Fourth Hokage.
Hokage Haori's hem was lifted up by the wind, and Shikamaru had seen that gentle face in Fourth Great Ninja War.
However, all the gray skin and cracks are gone, Chakra is clean and stable, and there is no trace of Impure World Reincarnation.
A drop of cold sweat slid down Shikamaru's temples. He didn't raise his hand to wipe it, but Explosive Tag's fingertips pressed a wrinkle on the edge of the paper.
As soon as Naruto entered the door, he noticed Shikamaru's vigilant posture as if facing a formidable enemy.
He quickly took two steps forward, waving his hands wildly in front of him, trying to explain.
"Wait a minute, Shikamaru, don't be nervous! This is my dad!"
"Ley Line goes berserk, Space-Time Turbulence, and there are parallel times and spaces..."
"The young Obito is here too, and Kakashi-sensei is here too!"
Naruto spoke too hastily and pointed at the bruise on his face, almost poking the injured area with his finger.
"Look at my face, this is what my mother beat me up last night!"
"Can a fake have such strength? No, I mean... no fake can be more fierce than the real thing!"
Shikamaru's brows knitted into a tight knot.
He glanced at the pile of urgent documents on his desk that was about to collapse, and then looked at the absurd scene in front of him.
Naruto's explanations are scattered here and there, and they can't even connect the cause and effect.
If you are hit by a high-level Genjutsu, or controlled by some kind of Secret Techniques, it is not surprising to have this reaction.
Shikamaru sighed, his palms completely tightened on the edge of the Ninja Tools bag, and his voice sank.
"Seventh, now is not the time to make bad jokes."
"The participating teams of Five Great Ninja Villages are arriving one after another. Joint Chunin Exams will open in three days. The security of the entire village is on the highest alert."
Shikamaru's gaze bypassed Naruto and stopped on Minato's face.
"If you cannot provide convincing proof of identity, I can only immediately sound the highest level of Hokage Building ANBU alarm."
Ninja Tools There was a slight scraping of paper from the bag, and Naruto's hands that were swinging randomly stopped in front of his chest.
Minato was not in a hurry to defend himself.
He stepped forward and held Naruto's shoulders, making his son take half a step back. Then he spread his hands, leaving his empty palms for Shikamaru to check.
"Rōran Ruins underground, Ley Line Altar energy reversal."
"Space-Time Turbulence forcibly pulled the Chakra entity, causing the timeline to be misaligned. I understand your vigilance."
"If you need to verify your identity, I can provide a few details that only previous Hokage has had contact with the assistant."
"Konoha Calendar thirty-four years, Battle of Kannabi Bridge backup tactics scroll issued by Third Hokage, the secret number is dark-A-093-B."
"Secret logistics order handed over by Hokage's Aide. The signature is hidden under the sealing wax on the last page."
"Konoha ANBU Top-Secret Tactical Reserve, number A037 records the underlying principle of Flying Thunder God, number B114 is the improvement plan of Uzumaki Sealing Jutsu."
"These two copies were stored in the seventh safe from the left on the third underground floor. The old password was taken from the reverse order of Hiruzen Sarutobi's birthday."
Shikamaru's breathing got stuck, and the thumb pressing on Explosive Tag couldn't be released immediately.
With these levels of confidentiality, only a handful of people in Konoha know about it.
Even he, the general staff officer, only saw it after he took over and looked through the files gathering dust over the years.
Minato looked at Shikamaru's reaction, with a slight smile on his lips, and added the last sentence.
"In addition, the first version of the manuscript of Second developing Flying Thunder God has a tea stain in the lower right corner of the third page."
"The transcripts kept in the archives do not have that trace. Only those who have turned over the original manuscripts with their own hands will see it."
The wind that poured in through the broken wall overturned two more pages of documents.
Shikamaru stared at Minato for a moment.
The serial number, signature, and tea stains are all three details that interlock with each other, making it impossible for outsiders to figure out the answer.
What's more important is that Minato never glanced at his hand hidden in Ninja Tools's bag, but always stood at the most appropriate warning distance.
Shikamaru's shoulders finally dropped.
He let go of Explosive Tag, only to find that the corners of Talisman were soaked with sweat from his palms.
Putting his feet together, taking half a step back, he solemnly lowered his head towards Yellow Flash in front of him.
"Yondaime-sama, my identity is correct... I was rude just now."
Minato smiled and waved his hand.
"You are right. Hokage's Aide should have been so vigilant."
Naruto stood nearby, half of his swollen face twitching.
He explained with words and gestures for a long time, Shikamaru almost paid for Explosive Tag, but dad only gave a few details and the matter was settled.
But as soon as Explosive Tag took it back, the official business piled on the table came into the sight of the three people again.
Shikamaru bent down to pick up the documents on the floor, and carried them back to the desk that was buried in paper with only the lampshade of the desk lamp left.
He rubbed his temples tiredly.
"Seventh, today's backlog of official duties has reached a dangerous level."
"Chunin Ninja Exams's joint security and reception in each village are all with you."
"Ninja Tool Supply Division and Logistics Department have been arguing about the budget for three days. The appeal document has more than 40 pages, waiting for your decision."
Naruto looked at the mountain of documents and rolled up his sleeves skillfully and numbly.
He crossed his hands and formed a Cross Hand Seal that he had used countless times.
"There is no other way but to bring in more manpower."
"Multiple Shadow Clone..."
"Wait, Naruto."
Minato reached out and pressed Naruto's wrist.
He walked to his desk, pulled out the top document and glanced at it.
"Konoha District 3 sewer pipe network third repair application report?"
Minato did not answer the call and took out a few more copies from below.
The following content is not much better, Training Ground renovation budget, how to deal with clogged drains in front of convenience stores.
There is even Konoha Hospital nurse schedule fine-tuning.
Minato spread out several documents on the table, his fingers still pressed on the nurse's schedule.
The smile on his face had faded, but his hands made no angry movements.
"Why do all these things need to be signed by Hokage personally?"
"Naruto, Hokage are responsible for deciding the direction of the village."
"You have even the gutters and shift schedules in your hands. How much energy do you have left when the things that really require your decision come to you?"
Naruto The fingers crossed on the chest slowly loosened, Shadow Clone Technique the seal could not be completed.
"Because it's always been done this way..."
Minato turned to Shikamaru.
"Shikamaru, bring a piece of Whiteboard."
Shikamaru's heart skipped a beat, but he turned around and pushed Whiteboard, the tactician in the corner.