The two of them hadn't had a proper meal in months.
It didn't take long before they completely wiped out all the food on the table.
After the meal, Renya instinctively began clearing the table, placing the dishes into the food box.
Senju Tobirama picked the documents up from the floor and placed them back on the table, resuming his serious review.
Ever since the war began, not only did he have to review internal village affairs, he also had to handle reports coming from the battlefield.
He had to formulate strategies based on the intelligence and dispatch reinforcements to the front lines.
It was no exaggeration to say he was swamped.
He practically lived in his office, afraid of missing any crucial battlefield updates that might delay vital decisions.
No time to sleep was one thing—but even his three meals were just soldier pills.
He'd kept up this kind of life for three months straight.
His willpower and endurance spoke for themselves.
If Renya knew that Senju Tobirama had been working non-stop for three months, he would probably be even more disgusted with the idea of becoming Hokage.
What Hokage?
This was pure horse labor!
At this pace, making it to fifty would be considered a long life.
"Old man, I've cleaned up. I'm heading out," Renya called out, grabbing the food box and getting ready to leave.
Of course, after eating, it was time to go.
There was no point staying in the office. It might even get in Tobirama's way.
What if that old geezer tried to rope him into helping with paperwork?
Looking at the mountain of documents on the table, Renya felt it wasn't entirely impossible.
Better to slip out now.
Without waiting for Tobirama's response, he turned and walked out of the Hokage's office with the food box in hand.
Tobirama, still buried in paperwork, looked up at Renya's quickly retreating figure with a trace of confusion.
Why's this kid in such a hurry all of a sudden?
With that thought, he called out to him.
"Kid, hold on a second..."
The moment Renya heard that, his steps froze at the doorway.
This old geezer isn't really about to make me do paperwork, right?!
If that was the case, then he wouldn't mind letting Tobirama see for himself...
The full value of his five-point academic score!
At that point, Konoha might as well prepare for disaster!
Renya thought this inwardly, though his face remained composed.
"Old man, what's up?"
Before Tobirama could answer, he added,
"By the way, how many points did I score on my academic tests again?"
The subtext was clear: his academic performance was terrible.
Don't even think about asking him to help with paperwork.
A flicker of bewilderment flashed in Tobirama's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
Clearly, he understood what Renya was getting at.
He couldn't help but chuckle wryly—this kid really overthought things.
As Hokage, there was no way he'd let someone else handle the documents.
And even if he wanted help, it definitely wouldn't be from Renya!
The kid only scored five points in academics.
If he really handed the paperwork to him, the whole village would be in chaos the next day!
...
Tobirama sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"I wasn't going to make you do paperwork."
Hearing this, Renya let out a sigh of relief.
As long as he wasn't being asked to help with administration, everything else was fine.
He looked at Tobirama, puzzled.
"Then why'd you call me back?"
Usually, after delivering food, the old geezer never stopped him.
Something out of the ordinary was definitely up.
Especially since this was Senju Tobirama—the man was born suspicious.
Surely he wasn't planning to beat up the cook after getting fed?!
While Renya was lost in his own wild thoughts, Tobirama set the documents aside, stood up from his chair, and walked over.
Seeing this, Renya grew even more confused.
What was this old geezer trying to do?
In all this time, he'd never seen Tobirama leave his seat before.
Tobirama stood in front of the still-dazed Renya and said,
"Let's go. We'll head home together."
Hearing this, Renya looked at him, then back at the stack of documents on the desk.
Was he... serious?!
He gave a strange look.
"Aren't you going to finish the paperwork?"
"The pressure on the front lines has eased a bit. I can afford to relax for now," Tobirama glanced at the documents. "I'll deal with them tomorrow."
As he spoke, he switched off the office light.
Seeing Tobirama walk out, Renya quickly followed.
He muttered internally—was this old geezer slacking off from work?
If things were bad enough to push Tobirama into skipping work, that really said something about the workload.
Renya turned his head and glanced back at the Hokage building, curling his lip in disdain.
After witnessing the daily lives of both Senju Hashirama and Senju Tobirama, he'd come to one conclusion—
Anyone wouldn't want to be Hokage!
In his view, being Hokage brought nothing but trouble.
Every day you just sat at a desk, buried in endless paperwork.
You could see the rest of your life mapped out in that one office.
Wasn't this just the daily grind of a beast of burden?
With that thought, Renya became even less interested in the Hokage seat.
As for Danzo's ambition to become Hokage—he didn't understand it, but he respected it.
...
On the way home, they passed through Konoha's shopping district.
The village was bustling with nighttime activity, vendors shouting from both sides of the street.
"Takoyaki! Hot, sizzling takoyaki!"
Octopus balls sizzled on the grill, wrapped in seaweed flakes, releasing a mouth-watering aroma.
"Tri-color dango! Freshly made tri-color dango!"
The dango vendor waved two skewers in the air, shouting loudly at the passing crowd.
Renya only gave them a quick glance. Having just eaten, he wasn't interested in snacks.
As for Tobirama—he wouldn't eat anything that wasn't made by Renya.
After tasting Renya's cooking, everything else just paled in comparison.
So for the past few months, he'd rather eat soldier pills...
Clearly, Renya had spoiled his palate over the years.
Though Renya himself had no idea about this.
...
They quickly passed through the shopping district.
Not long after exiting, Tobirama seemed to recall something and suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Renya looked over, puzzled. "Old man, what's up?"
"You go on ahead. I need to buy something," Tobirama said, then turned back toward the shopping street.
Watching his departing figure, Renya couldn't help muttering,
"What's that old geezer buying? Being all secretive about it..."
Was he still hungry and going to buy some late-night snacks?
Shaking off the weird thoughts, Renya entered the Senju clan compound.
Since the war started, most of the Senju clan members had been dispatched to the battlefield.
The compound was no longer as lively as before...
Looking at the now-empty clan grounds, Renya let out a sigh.
"I wonder... how many will come back safe after the war ends?"
The Senju were one of Konoha's major clans, with close to a thousand members.
Of course, that included civilians.
There were about three hundred ninja.
And among those three hundred, aside from Genin, the rest had all gone to the front lines.
In the cruel theater of war, how many of them would return...
There was no telling.
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