Ever since faking his death, Yanbai had stopped paying attention to these details in Konoha Shinobi Village.
Every Hokage had worked hard to preserve-and find every possible way to realize-the ideas and goals Yanbai had proposed when the village was first founded.
Everyone had a shared purpose and worked tirelessly toward it.
Over several decades, the Land of Fire had grown into the powerful nation it was today.
When Yanbai had done all those things, he had only hoped for a beautiful, peaceful place to live, where he could stroll down friendly streets, enjoy his favorite foods, and live somewhere with convenient amenities.
Yet that beautiful wish had also brought the other people of Konoha Shinobi Village, both shinobi and civilians, a happiness they had never even imagined before.
Everyone cherished their hard-won peace and happiness.
They also quietly felt grateful to the successive Hokage who had guided them.
The Land of Fire's shinobi history books contained no photographs of Yanbai, but its people all knew of his deeds. Many regarded him as a god.
As long as Yanbai remained alive, the Land of Fire and Konoha would keep progressing.
But...
Yanbai was rather speechless.
Naruto Uzumaki's mother, Kushina Uzumaki, was still a child.
Recalling the election roster he had just seen, Yanbai felt his temples throb. He had a feeling he might very well be nominated as the Seventh Hokage.
What the hell was this?
Should he just refuse on a whim?
Yanbai thought it over. He had always hated the position of Hokage, not because he disliked Hiruzen Sarutobi from the original course of fate, but simply because being Hokage seemed exhausting.
Back when the village was first founded, Yanbai had suggested changing Hokage every five years precisely because he felt the position was too exhausting and could