Or: why Kakashi had to do the chunin exam.


After he had to take the mantle after his brother's unfortunate demise, Senju Tobirama thought of many extra defensive mechanisms to stuff his office with. He may be a very powerful (almost unparalleled) shinobi, but it still doesn't mean that he was immune to attacks when he has his guard lowered. Whenever that may happen.

So, his motto always has been "be prepared" and he took it to the next level. Both his office and his house were so full of seals that quite literally he couldn't find any more space to place one more, without compromising some of the other matrixes.

Some were in very prototype-stages, but he had considered well enough.

Soundproofing, material-strengthening, barriers upon barriers, some space-time seals that only he knew what were supposed to do, amongst other things.

To be honest, he was a little tired. He had been working on this for the last eighty three hours nonstop, so he thought it was a good enough excuse to rest for a bit.

What he didn't notice was that he unknowingly activated one of his space-time seals as he prepared for a nap on the Hokage Chair (who could blame him, really, that chair was way too much comfortable).


When he woke up, the biggest pile of paperwork he had ever seen was waiting for him right in front of himself. Which is kind of ridiculous because he was always diligent with his work and never left it pile up that much, and he knew that only a nap-time couldn't just accumulate that much of it.

He may have to talk with his assistant after he finishes this.


One of the many, many papers piled up was a rather interesting promotion to chunin for a seemingly talented individual. On normal circumstances, he would have accepted it and be done with it, but the problem was that the ninja in question was only five years old.

Now, he had been fighting way bloodier battles than this genin when he was his age, but the whole point of the village was for such things to not happen again. So, denied. Stay genin for a few years more, grow stronger to such a degree that he wouldn't die an unfortunate death, please.

After a few more hours he felt that he needed another short nap – there was seemingly many years' worth of paperwork in there somehow.

But when he woke up again, only his always pristine and paperwork-pile-lacking desk was waiting for him. Maybe that had been a nightmare? He honestly couldn't remember the last time he had such a mediocre nightmare. Maybe the position was getting to his head.

If he was going to have nightmares, at least have some that were about some serious things, dammit.

When Sarutobi Hiruzen got back to his office from a meeting, he found his usual stack of paperwork had noticeably shrunken, and it had been organized into a much more easily comprehensible and easier to manage piles.

He wouldn't look a gifted horse in the mouth though, so he let it be. After all, the more important documents almost never were on that pile.

So, content as he hadn't felt in years, he grabbed his pipe and started smoking slowly as he tried to make his way through the oldest documents in the pile. After a while he decided to drop them all as if those were all signed.

He honestly didn't sign up for this.


"What." Deadpanned one young chunin.

His sensei chuckled and then shrugged with a slightly nervous smile.

"Seems you got demoted by a dead man" He repeated

One of the other students laughed obnoxiously loudly, basking on the other's bad luck. "HA, Bakashi! You can't act smugly and all superior now!"

The subject of the conversation, Kakashi, shot back with a "With you, I don't need to act."

Obito changed expressions rather quickly, from a delighted smile to a 110% Uchiha scowl, with extra anger.

"WHAT DID YOU SAID?"


A/N: Final wordcount: 666. lmao.