The afternoon light filtered through the windows of Renjiro's new office, casting long, golden rectangles across the wooden floor. Dust motes danced in the beams, undisturbed by the quiet that had settled over the room.
Stacks of mission scrolls lined the shelves—dozens of them, each one representing lives, risks, decisions that would need to be made. Administrative paperwork covered the desk: personnel files, deployment schedules, operational summaries, and requests for approval that had been waiting for a signature.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Enter."
The door opened, and an Inuzuka clan elder stepped inside. He was a broad-shouldered man with grey-streaked hair and sharp canines that flashed when he smiled. His presence filled the room—loud, confident, overly familiar, as if he had known Renjiro for years rather than having exchanged only a handful of words in passing. Behind him, a large ninken padded silently, its claws clicking softly on the wooden floor.
The elder carried gifts—a bottle of fine sake wrapped in cloth, a basket of preserved meats, a set of hunting goods that smelled of pine and leather.
"Commander Uzumaki!" the elder boomed, setting the gifts on the corner of Renjiro's desk. "Congratulations on your appointment. The Inuzuka clan has long believed that talent should be recognised, and your rise is proof that the village is finally seeing clearly."
Renjiro rose, inclining his head in a polite bow.
"Thank you. I'm honoured by your generosity."
The elder waved a hand dismissively.
"Nonsense. A man in your position should be celebrated. Young, powerful, respected—you're a catch, Commander. A true catch."
Renjiro kept his expression neutral, but internally, his guard went up.
He's not here just to congratulate me, he realised. This is political. This is always political.
The elder settled into a chair across from Renjiro's desk, making himself comfortable. His ninken curled at his feet, its eyes watchful.
"The village is changing," the elder said, his tone shifting from boisterous to something more reflective. "Minato-sama is a good Hokage—strong, decisive. But a leader is only as strong as those around him. The Jonin Commander position is crucial. You understand that, I'm sure."
"I do."
"Good, good." The elder nodded. "That's why clans like mine are paying attention. We want to support you, Commander. We want to build relationships that benefit everyone."
Renjiro's internal alarms grew sharper.
He's circling something, Renjiro thought.
"Relationships are important," Renjiro said carefully. "The village functions best when clans work together."
The elder smiled, his canines glinting.
"Exactly. And speaking of relationships—"
He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a more conspiratorial tone.
"My daughter, Hana, is about your age. Strong, loyal, well-raised. She's been following your career with great interest. Talks about you often, actually."
Renjiro's expression did not change, but internally, he groaned.
Here it comes.
"Young people should not focus only on work," the elder continued. "A man in your position should think about his household. Clan ties are important, Commander. A strong alliance through marriage can stabilise a leader's position, provide support, and create bonds that last for generations. Especially now that you are no longer a part of the Uchiha clan."
He paused, letting the implication hang.
"Hana would make a fine wife. And I think you would find the Inuzuka's support invaluable in the years ahead."
Renjiro kept his voice neutral, diplomatic.
"I appreciate the offer. But I've only just taken this position. My focus right now is on learning the responsibilities, building relationships with all the clans, and serving the Hokage."
The elder nodded, as if he had expected this response.
"Of course, of course. No need to rush. But think about it, Commander. A man needs a family. And strong bloodlines should stay strong."
He smiled, his eyes glinting.
"Uzumaki vitality. Uchiha upbringing. Inuzuka loyalty. Imagine what that combination could produce."
Renjiro's jaw tightened.
He's already thinking about grandchildren. About bloodlines. About using me to strengthen his clan.
"I'll keep it in mind," Renjiro said, his voice cool.
The elder lingered for a few more minutes, chatting about clan matters, about the barrier project, about the stabilisation seals that had saved so many lives. He was friendly, warm, seemingly genuine—but Renjiro could see the calculation beneath the surface, the way the elder's eyes tracked his reactions, the way he phrased his questions to extract information without seeming to pry.
Power changes how people approach you, Renjiro thought. Before this position, I was a curiosity. A talented shinobi with potential. Now I'm an institution. A piece on the political board.
Finally, the elder rose, brushing off his robes.
"I've taken enough of your time, Commander. But please, consider my offer. A dinner, perhaps. No pressure, just conversation. Hana would love to meet you properly."
He winked.
"Don't work too hard. A man needs a family, too."
Renjiro rose and walked him to the door.
"Thank you for the gifts. I'll consider your words carefully."
The elder nodded, satisfied, and left with his ninken. The door closed behind him with a soft click.
Renjiro returned to his desk and sat heavily.
That's the second time today someone has tried to arrange a marriage for me, he thought.
What's next? A delegation from the Hyūga offering their daughters?
He rubbed his temples, exhaustion settling into his bones.
The office was quiet again. The afternoon light had shifted, the shadows growing longer. Renjiro stared at the gifts on the corner of his desk—the sake, the meats, the hunting goods.
He left those here on purpose, Renjiro sighed. Something to make me think of him and his clan every time I see them.
Politics. Always politics.
He thought about the conversation—about the elder's words, his implications, his casual assumption that Renjiro would be interested in marriage, in alliances, in strengthening bloodlines.
He sees me as a resource, Renjiro thought. A tool to enhance his clan's status. A way to tie his family to power.
Everyone wants something from me. Everyone has an angle.
He looked out the window at the village spread below.
The Jonin Commander seat is not simply a military authority. It drags me into the centre of Konoha's clan network. Every interaction now has political weight. Every word, every gesture, every decision will be analysed, interpreted, and used.
There's no escaping it.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Enter."
The door opened, and a woman stepped inside. She was young—perhaps in her mid-twenties—with sharp features and bright, intelligent eyes. Her hair was a pale blonde, tied back in a practical ponytail, and she wore the standard uniform of an administrative aide, but with a Yamanaka clan pin on her collar.
Saki Yamanaka.
Renjiro's new Aide.
"Commander Uzumaki," she said, "I've taken the liberty of organising the mission reports by priority. The ones on the top require your attention today—deployments that need approval, personnel transfers, and a few disciplinary recommendations."
Renjiro nodded, impressed despite himself.
"Thank you."
Saki paused, her hand resting on a scroll near the bottom of the stack.
"There's also something else, Commander. The Hokage sent word. Academy graduation is only a few months away."
Renjiro's attention sharpened.
"Academy graduation?"
"Yes. As Jonin Commander, you're responsible for helping determine jonin instructors and team assignments. Team balancing and mentor selection fall under your authority."
She handed him a scroll detailing the upcoming graduation class—the number of students, their skill levels, their chakra affinities, and their psychological evaluations.
Renjiro stared at the scroll, his mind already racing.
This is more important than it sounds, he realised.
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