At the Senju Compound.
"Hey, Dave, have you seen your uncle?" Hearing Mito's tightly restrained voice over the phone, Dave swallowed.
"N-no... I haven't... What's wrong, Auntie...?"
"Was he rebelling? He hasn't come home in a month! Did he die out there?!" Mito's roaring forced Dave to hold his phone a meter away...
"...That's definitely not possible... I'll ask around for you. Calm down first, and don't worry. The Shinobi World's only so big. Uncle can't have gone far." Dave could only try to comfort Mito first.
After soothing Mito and hanging up, Dave hadn't even had a moment to relax before his phone suddenly rang again.
"What is it? If it's company business, don't come to me. Go to Kakuzu," Dave said, his head aching.
Boss, Boss—what was a Boss supposed to do? A Boss was supposed to sit tight at home and look stern. Why did everyone come to me over every little thing?
"No, Boss, I called Manager Kakuzu first, but he said he couldn't handle it. That's why I came to you," the employee on the other end explained, wiping cold sweat off his face.
"What is it? Tell me. Oh, and go tell the Finance Department afterward that Kakuzu's not getting paid this month. If he can't even handle something this minor, what do I need him for?" Dave asked irritably.
"Uh... Boss... The Finance Department said Manager Kakuzu's next paycheck isn't due for another eight hundred years... Anyway, back to business. At the lottery shop, um... Lord Hashirama's been there for a week now... I heard the sofa he's been lying on has started to stink... He eats, drinks, and does all his business right there in the shop... We've tried persuading him, but he won't listen. He insists he's going to make a