Shodaime
The Shodaime was quite convinced that all he ever did was worry. Here he was, perched on the cliff side were workers were already beginning to carve his face, out across the burgeoning cityscape, endeavoring as his wife claimed, to grow as many white hairs as possible, and perhaps develop yet another wrinkle in his forehead
Would this idea really work? Could such a thing as a ninja village exist? Would the Hyuuga and the Uchiha, his two most valuable and problematic resources Play nice as it were.
Was it really wise to have bunches of ninja congregate in sections like this, providing not only a homeland, but also something more than a name to fight for?
And Madara, his rival, ally, tentative friend, what would he say when he discovered who had been elected to lead Konohagakure.
He sighed as he stood. Only time would tell, he just hoped he survived it.