"Lord Fifth, the war reparations from Kirigakure and Kumogakure..."
Then came the Medical Division.
Then the Education Division, Logistics Division, Sealing Squad, Analysis Division...
Uchiha Minamoto no longer remembered how many people he had received, much less how many documents he had signed.
All he knew was that the sun outside the window had moved from east to west, then set in the west.
The office lights had been switched on at some point, and his right hand had begun trembling slightly from holding a pen and signing for so long.
When the last department head finally left the office, Uchiha Minamoto slumped into the Hokage's Soft Chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.
He had barely stopped working all day, even having to squeeze in time for a sip of water.
"I've been had..."
With his physical constitution, this amount of work naturally would not leave him physically exhausted.
But the mental drain was very real.
"Being Hokage is more exhausting than fighting a war..."
Uchiha Minamoto could not help remarking as he stretched his limbs.
He walked to the window and looked down over Konoha, where the lights of countless homes were already glowing.
The village remained lively at night. Plenty of villagers still walked the streets, and the lanterns of the izakayas bathed the stone paving outside their doors in warm red light.
From now on, this was his village.
Uchiha Minamoto suddenly felt that, exhausting as being Hokage was, it was not entirely without merit.
The day's experiences flashed through his mind.
Uchiha Minamoto had spent the entire day dealing with people from the village's various departments.
Now, he had only one thought-
How did a place the size of Konoha manage to produce so many matters to handle?
An extremely strong urge to institute reforms welled