After taking over government affairs for only a short while, Izuna discovered, to his profound anguish and indignation, that he had completely misjudged the workload.
That bastard Tobirama Senju had deliberately set him up!
Initially brimming with confidence in his own outstanding abilities, Izuna had thought he could handle this grueling job perfectly well. Now, however, things looked entirely different!
During the Warring States era, wars had been frequent, but he had only needed to manage his clan's affairs. Now he suddenly had to shoulder the responsibilities of an entire nation. The enormous difference in workload caught him completely off guard.
But since he had willingly accepted this bitter pill, Izuna could only grit his teeth and swallow it.
To improve his efficiency and finish the mountains of work as quickly as possible, he even activated his Sharingan-surely one of the most bizarre uses of those eyes.
Even so, the documents on his desk remained a bottomless pit. No matter how hard Izuna worked, he could never clear them all.
Every time he finally finished one stack, new documents flooded in without a moment's pause.
By the end, Izuna's mind had grown so muddled that he could no longer distinguish the documents he had processed from those still awaiting review.
The people delivering and collecting documents clearly saw that the person working in the office was not Tobirama Senju, yet they neither spoke nor asked questions. They simply repeated their tasks mechanically.
Every one of them had vacant eyes, stiff movements, and heavy dark circles beneath their eyes. They looked like walking corpses.
The sight terrified Izuna. He had a sinking feeling that this miserable state awaited him, too.
"You damn white-haired Senju! Have you abandoned your job? Get your ass back here!"
Eventually, crushed beneath the pressure, Izuna even