Hokage's Day

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The day was festive, it was a rare occasion where the manor that rested upon the hills of Konoha slightly on the outskirts of the village but relatively close to the hokage’s mansion. The manor was massive, but more impressive was the scenery that surrounded it: Emerald grass, golden flowers, diamond tulips, sapphire roses. Konohagakure was celebrating a special holiday dedicated to reflecting and appreciating the past and current Hokage. The sun bathed the village in its beautiful rays, illuminating the faces of all the smiling children that playfully ran throughout the village and the adult shinobi who followed them obediently; they would perhaps abandon them later when the gates to the manor was open. It was a dream to be invited to such a place.

The Kitchen proved nowhere near as peaceful as the outside looked. Several butlers, maids, and other assistants screamed and shrieked through the smoke that filled the area. “That’s not prepared right! Do it again! What? You call that clean? DO IT AGAIN! You think that’s beautiful? PAINT IT AGAIN!” every possible supervisor yelled over one another. The entire house was chaotic as these people prepared everything they would need for this festival that they hoped to make special for every citizen of Konoha, but more importantly for the Hokage herself as she planned to make an entrance.

Despite everyone being welcome to his home, Sannoto had invited special individuals to meet up before the main crowd would be allowed in; several hours before they would be allowed to enter in fact. “So, are you ready for everything?” “Am I ready for everything? How can I be?! I mean, have you seen what our house looks like?”

“Ayame, we have li—“

“DON’T FUCKING, AYAME, ME! You don’t understand how important this shit is, Sannoto. You really don’t” the red eye mistress shrieks as she places her hand on her face, masking it from the eyes of her husband. “Just, get the fuck out please?”

Without much more, Sannoto hastily exited the bedroom and walked onto a nearby balcony. People of some sort began to walk through his golden gates, but for whom they were he could not make it out. “Oh, visitors! I better get down there.” With those words, he lept from his balcony towards the earth to greet his guest.