Naruto and Sasuke were still passed out in the private room, victims of a late-night drinking session that had lasted until dawn. No Chakra had been used—just two extraordinary shinobi, completely intoxicated, leaving behind a mess of empty glasses and a lingering scent of alcohol.
Meanwhile, in the Hokage's office, Kakashi Hatake sat at his desk, staring at a mountain of documents. The pen in his hand moved back and forth, though his mind was elsewhere. He was wrestling with a problem that, to anyone else, would seem trivial—but to him, it was a monumental headache.
Yes, just like in his previous life, Kakashi had one nagging concern in this life as well: who would be on duty during Naruto's wedding?
Logically, this was a day of peace. No one would dare attack Konoha during such a monumental occasion. But protocol was protocol, and the village's duty roster had to be respected.
For the people of Konoha, Naruto's wedding wasn't just a personal celebration—it was an event of national significance. Everyone would want to attend. Everyone except the people who had to stay behind on duty.
Who would volunteer for that task? That, Kakashi realized, was the true dilemma. Whoever was chosen would undoubtedly be unhappy.
"Oh, this is such a headache!" Kakashi muttered, putting down his pen and pressing his face into his hands. He leaned back in his chair, letting out a long, weary sigh.
"My head… it really hurts," he murmured.
"What's wrong, Kakashi?"
Kakashi looked up as his father, White Fang, entered through the Hokage office door.
"Ah, Dad, you're here!" Kakashi greeted, a mixture of relief and fatigue in his voice.
White Fang nodded and smiled. "I saw that you haven't gone home yet. Working overtime again, huh? You look troubled. What's wrong?"
White Fang approached Kakashi and regarded his son with pride and affection. Even now, he marveled at the life Kakashi had carved out: a legendary shinobi, the Copy Ninja of Konoha, Hokage, and mentor to some of the most powerful shinobi in history. More importantly, he had guided Naruto, the future Hokage himself. Pride swelled in White Fang's chest.
Kakashi didn't notice his father's admiration, only letting out a heavy sigh. "The day after tomorrow is Naruto's wedding. Tomorrow is the final preparation stage for the entire village. Everyone is busy with their tasks, but the wedding itself requires people on duty. Everyone wants to attend, but if no one is assigned to duty, it's impossible!"
White Fang smiled knowingly. "You're wondering who should be on duty, aren't you?"
Kakashi nodded. "Yes. Whoever is asked to stay will resent it. Who wouldn't want to attend Naruto's wedding?"
After pacing briefly, Kakashi sighed again. "I guess I'll just go home for now. I need a break."
Just then, Shizune entered the office.
"Hokage-sama, about the duty roster…" she began.
"Ah, Lord White Fang!" Shizune greeted politely.
White Fang returned the nod with a warm smile.
Kakashi gave a wry smile. "I'll think about it tonight and finalize it tomorrow. Leave it to me."
Shizune nodded and left, leaving Kakashi to finally breathe. He walked home with his father, feeling the weight of responsibility ease slightly.
"Dad," Kakashi said, "come with me for a bowl of ramen. It's late, and I don't feel like going straight home."
White Fang chuckled. "Sure, why not?"
At Ichiraku Ramen, Kakashi slurped his noodles, thinking deeply. White Fang watched silently. It wasn't easy to pry into the Hokage's thoughts, even for a father who had died and returned to watch over his son.
After finishing a sip of soup, Kakashi sighed again. Uncle Ichiraku came over, smiling.
"Hokage-sama, how's the ramen tonight?"
Kakashi smiled faintly. "Good, as always."
He paid the bill, placing coins on the counter, then left with White Fang. As they walked, White Fang offered some advice.
"Kakashi," he said gently, "I wasn't going to interfere, but seeing you like this… a person's power is always limited. Even a Hokage. When faced with a problem you cannot solve alone, seek help from your companions. With their guidance, you'll find the right answer."
Kakashi nodded thoughtfully. "True… but who should I consult? Kai? Forget it—he has no experience in this matter. Tsunade-sama? She's pregnant and can't be bothered with administrative details. Shikaku… maybe, but if he's involved, he may have his own ideas, which could create conflict."
The Hokage rubbed his forehead, feeling the headache intensify.
Then, as if a light bulb went off in his mind, he realized the obvious solution.
"The one person who can solve this… Naruto. He's experienced. He faced the same situation before. He must know the best choice."
"That's it!" Kakashi exclaimed, eyes brightening. White Fang smiled proudly. His suggestion had borne fruit.
The father and son walked home, spirits lifted, resolved to consult Naruto first thing in the morning.
Meanwhile, back at the private room, Naruto and Sasuke were still unconscious from their drinking escapade. Neither had used their Chakra to aid their stamina; they were simply… drunk.
The next morning, they remained fast asleep, completely unresponsive. At the door, a waiter stood, calculating the bill.
"Master Hokage," the waiter called, "look at this—their tab!"
Kakashi glanced at the staggering total. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain at the sight. These two were truly extraordinary when it came to drinking. But as Hokage, he had to act with dignity.
"Alright, please process the payment," he said.
The waiter, respecting Kakashi's reputation, nodded and left. Kakashi sighed, hands on his hips, staring at his two delinquent students.
Later, Kakashi arrived at the tavern in person to sort out some documents and assign minor tasks—but the owner had already sent someone to fetch the Hokage. The reason was simple: Naruto and Sasuke had drunk until dawn and remained unconscious. The tavern owner was understandably concerned. After all, these were no ordinary customers—they were the heroes of Konoha, and the infamous Uchiha and Uzumaki clans!
Kakashi had no choice. He called out: "Naruto! Sasuke! Wake up!"
No response.
He shook Naruto, patted Sasuke, and still… nothing. Checking their pulses and breathing, he confirmed they weren't dead—thankfully.
"How much did you drink?" Kakashi muttered, exasperated.
Realizing words alone would not work, Kakashi formed a hand seal, and with two quick Shadow Clone Techniques, he separated into two clones. Each clone lifted one of the drunken shinobi onto its back, carrying them out of the tavern.
"This is causing so much trouble!" Kakashi muttered, carrying the weight of responsibility.
The tavern owner waved a hand dismissively. "No trouble, no trouble, Hokage-sama. We're honored to serve such guests."
Kakashi could only sigh, shaking his head, realizing that being Hokage sometimes meant dealing with situations far more ridiculous than enemy invasions.
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