The Hokage office was bathed in the cool, silvery light of the moon. The shadows were long and deep, clinging to the corners of the room where the ANBU and ROOT operatives stood motionless. They were a gallery of masks and silence, their allegiances and sins hidden behind porcelain and emotionless facades. Hana Uchiha stood before the desk, the Hokage hat a dark shape in the moonlight behind her.
Her voice, when she spoke, was a low, clear murmur that carried to every ear in the room, a voice meant for secrets and threats.
**(you wonder what will happen when your dirty work comes to light to the new hokage and advisors,)**
A collective, almost imperceptible stiffening ran through the masked figures. For ROOT, it was their entire existence. For ANBU, it was the black-ops missions buried under layers of classification. She was not speaking to them as loyal shinobi, but as perpetrators. She was holding a mirror to their darkest deeds.
**(if tsunade becomes hokage and see what danzo did she might just kill root ninjas on anger or disbanded them ,)**
The ROOT operatives didn't flinch, but the air around them grew colder. They knew it was true. Tsunade Senju's legendary temper and her hatred for the old, corrupt ways of the village were well-known. She would see them not as tools, but as abominations. Disbandment would be a mercy. Death was a distinct possibility.
**(as for anbu and root assassin orders by the previous masters on killing villagers from konohagakure it will depend on who are seating as hokage and advisors,)**
Now the ANBU shifted slightly. The memory of missions under Danzo's indirect authority, of "traitors" who spoke too loudly against the council, of Uchiha who were watched a little too closely—these ghosts stirred in the silent room. Their futures, their honor, their very lives, were contingent on the character of the person who would next sit in this chair. She had laid their fate bare with terrifying clarity.
**(jiraiya will refuse for sure any leadership as he clearly not suitable but i will make him raise the nine tail vessel Naruto and guard the seal because we had no strong seal masters on the village and don't want another nine tail attack,)**
This was a statement of sheer, breathtaking power. She was already dictating the life of a Legendary Sannin and the village's most dangerous asset as if it were a simple matter of logistics. The casual authority in "I will make him" left no room for doubt. She was planning the board several moves ahead, and they were all merely pieces.
**(hyuga are very inflexible to be a hokage or advisors ,)**
A blunt, political assessment that would have caused an uproar in the daylight. Here, in the shadows, it was accepted as simple fact. The Hyuga's rigidity was their greatest strength and their greatest weakness.
**(nara clan head can be advisor we need someone with a brain to manage paperwork and process information,)**
Another cold, logical placement. Shikaku Nara's intelligence was being recognized not with praise, but as a resource to be utilized. She was building a government based on pure, ruthless utility.
**(the hokage position you anbu and root can recommend some candidates after all your heads and future are on the line of who becomes hokage,)**
This was the crux of it. She had expertly turned their fear into a tool. This was no longer an abstract discussion about leadership. It was a survival strategy session. Their recommendations would not be based on loyalty or tradition, but on cold, hard self-preservation. Who would be most likely to grant them amnesty? To look past their sins? To utilize them without destroying them?
**(for tsunade she can be advisor on place of koharu , so just two advisors positions remaining vacant with no specific candidate,)**
She was already carving up the council seats, reassigning power as easily as moving furniture. The old structure was gone, and she was the architect of the new.
**(so what you anbu and root are you recommending ? )**
The silence that followed was heavier than any that had come before. It was the silence of masks calculating their own salvation.
Finally, an ANBU with a Cat mask stepped forward, his voice slightly modulated by the porcelain. "Hatake Kakashi." The name hung in the air. "He is powerful, respected, and knows the darkness of both ANBU and this village. He would understand. He would not… purge indiscriminately."
From the shadows, a ROOT operative spoke, his voice a hollow, emotionless monotone. "Utatane Koharu and Mitokado Homura were ineffective. Their positions are redundant if the Nara manages intelligence. The second advisor should be a counterweight. A diplomat. Perhaps… Shikaku Nara's wife, Yoshino. She possesses a… formidable strategic mind and is not afraid of conflict."
Another ANBU, a Hawk, added, "The Hokage… it must be someone strong enough to deter foreign enemies during this transition. Jiraiya must be persuaded, if only temporarily. His name alone is a shield."
Hana listened, her expression unchanging. She had taken two groups of perfect, loyal tools and, in minutes, turned them into political strategists fighting for their lives. They were no longer just weapons; they were stakeholders.
"Noted," she said, her voice flat. "Your survival depends on the wisdom of your choices. Remember that."
She turned her back to them, a dismissal as absolute as her summons. The masked figures vanished into the shadows from which they came, their minds racing not with orders, but with the terrifying, newfound burden of determining their own fate.