Cool Jutsu Aren't Everything
The Hokage watched with some amusement as the boy attempted to sneak into his office. Between the Chuunin on desk duty, the Anbu perched on the ceiling, and his own not inconsiderable senses, the child didn't stand a chance at arriving undetected. Still, he had a free pass to enter – the Hokage owed his parents that much, at least – and no one stopped him as he scuttled inside, crouched behind the Hokage's desk, and leapt up, shouting, "Hi Old Man!"
The Hokage smiled fondly at him. "How are you?"
"I'm awesome! You know a lot of cool jutsu, right? So would you show me one, please?!"
"I'm not sure I have the time, today. I have quite a bit of paperwork," he said, gesturing towards the stack of papers climbing towards the ceiling. If he moved the wrong way, his wide hat would send them flying to the floor. He contemplated it, but experience told him that the Anbu would have each sheet perfectly stacked again in thirty seconds.
"Ah, come on! Jutsu are way more interesting than paperwork."
"That's certainly true," the Hokage said.
"So you'll teach me one, right? Right? Right?" The boy bounced from foot to foot, grinning.
He chuckled. "Fine."
"Yeah! One day, I'm gonna know all the jutsu, like you, Old Man!"
The Hokage shook his head. "No one knows every jutsu."
"I'll be the first, and then I'll be the best Hokage ever!" the boy said.
The Hokage rose from his desk, pausing to ruffle the boy's hair. "There's a lot more to being Hokage than knowing cool jutsu, Orochimaru."