The Daimyo of the Land of Fire had forced his way into the wedding speeches.
The master of ceremonies had originally invited the Third.
The old man had already stood up when the Daimyo darted onto the stage from the side.
He snatched the microphone with a speed that put even the Body Flicker Technique to shame.
The Third froze for a moment, then chuckled and sat back down.
The Daimyo stood onstage, his face flushed with excitement, the microphone trembling in his hand.
"Distinguished guests! Dear friends! Shinobi of Konoha! Today is a great day!"
"Genya Uchiha is marrying nine brides! This is the grandest wedding since the founding of our Land of Fire!"
Someone in the audience muttered under their breath.
"Has he forgotten his own wedding?"
The person beside them shushed them.
The Daimyo heard none of it and continued his impassioned speech.
"Genya is the pride of our Land of Fire! The beacon of the Shinobi World! He is..."
He turned a page of his script.
"The guardian of peace! The pioneer of a new era!"
Tsunade was drinking in the audience and did not even look up.
"Who wrote that speech?"
Holding the little pig, Shizune answered quietly.
"He did. He spent all night on it."
"What kind of rubbish did he write?"
"It's all stock phrases."
Tsunade set down her cup.
The Daimyo's speech ran three times longer than expected.
He covered everything from Genya Uchiha's birth to his performance during the Konoha Crush Plan.
He spoke of his bravery when Madara Uchiha appeared, moving from the spectacle of Tengai Shinsei to the origins of the nine-tomoe Rinnegan.
His mouth went dry from talking, but he could not bear to leave the stage.
In the end, Shisui went up and whispered in his ear