Tobirama was known throughout the country as a stoic and, at first glance, emotionless man. However, this could not be further from the truth. He was, of course, never as emotional as his popular brother Hashirama Senju, but was nevertheless well respected by his fellow Shinobi and his enemies, having prevailed on the numerous battlefields during the Warring States period through his genius and intellect alone, not to mention the many Jutsus he created over the course of his life, many of which are classified as forbidden Jutsus due to their moral implications or their high Chakra consumption and sheer complexity, none of which anyone but he could even dream of learning and mastering, as written down in his personal scroll, "The Forbidden Scroll".

His beloved brother, both of him and his subordinates, was of a different calibre altogether. Almost everyone knew him by the title "God of the Shinobi", so it is no wonder that he was overshadowed by him, which didn't really bother him, because he hated everything that had to do with socialising and was not necessary. He didn't agree with some things, like literally giving the tailed-beast, weapons that could wipe out an entire village in seconds, and for free!

He doesn't normally interfere with his brother's decisions, believing that his positive attitude would change the world for the better, but even his forced optimism and trust in his brother was taken advantage of, and this was one of the occasions when he voiced his displeasure and took action to secure a large treasury for Konoha and get them safely through the war.

It was not surprising that he held Hashirama in high respect and was a close confidant. So when he was told the day would come when he would die, which was because his regenerative ability could not be turned off and the splitting of his cells depleted, he was pissed.

Tobirama always thought Hashirama would die with honour on the battlefield, surrounded by his loyal Shinobi who fought for what they believed was right.

Instead, Tobirama met his brother's fate on his desk, drowned in the paperwork he had to endure and fight. There was no glorious ending, no dignified and proud farewell. It was his brother who slowly grew tired while working, fell asleep and never woke up.

The funeral was a sad and depressing day not only for the leaf, but also for Tobirama in more ways than one, and he vowed on the spot that he would not follow the same path as his brother, and if he had to start a war to achieve his goal.

The last part was very exaggerated, but the point still stands!

Tobirama will not die because of taxes.

Not dying of taxes was much easier said than done, Tobirama thought after only a few months as the second Hokage.

The already enormous amount of paperwork, as Konoha was something new and completely different from what they knew, was almost doubled by the introduction of the academy, the Uchiha police, the ranks of Shinobi and the ranks of missions.

Looking through mission reports of ranks A-S, filling out forms for the academy, the requirements of the Uchiha police, it was a total nightmare.

It was like being at war, except you couldn't engage the enemy and you were on the home front all the time.

He leaned back in his seat, done with paperwork for the day. It was already the next morning, and if he hurried he could eat another breakfast and sleep for three hours.

Much better than yesterday, when he hadn't even eaten breakfast or slept.

His time management was totally shit, not only did he no longer have free time to do things like invent new Jutsus, hone his skills, or just watch the village from his tower and be able to say, "Yeah, I did that shit.", he was also mentally exhausted.

From his coronation until six months later, it was spend with paper, paper, paper.

He often considered blowing up all the paper mills in the Land of Fire so that no one could complain to him when there was no more paper on which to make the complaint.

He had already discreetly attacked three of the richest companies. The results were poor and only made it worse, because they increased the value of the paper and thus its price, so that he had to invest more money in paper, that he could have spent on the orphanage or the hospital or anything else that did not help his enormous headache.

He rubbed his forehead, forcing the headache and stress to retreat further into his head where they could be beaten to a pulp by his subconscious. Sighing, he rose from the chair and sprinted out of the Hokage tower. He remembered the time when he had taken his time to leave, and when his staff had practically shoved more paperwork at him as soon as they saw him.

Strolling through the village was always a peaceful experience and reminded him why he did the shit he did. That and training his new team, which he enjoyed immensely, had nothing to do with the fact that he had a reasonable excuse to leave his office.

"Hokage-sama," a Yamanaka bowed slightly, the Yamanaka had only recently come to Konohagakure and had practically dragged the Akimichi and Nara clans along because the three clans were very familiar. When it had all started, he didn't know and didn't need to know. Free clans are free clans and everyone was welcome here.

"Yamanaka-san," he replied quickly, not really wanting to talk to anyone but his shower and his favourite pillow.

"You don't look very well, Hokage-sama. Is something wrong?" he asked and Tobirama cursed himself. Had he become so careless that people could read him now? Sure, he was a Yamanaka famous for his spirit Jutsu and his penchant for interrogation, so he was a perfect body language reader, but still!

Not even the Sharingan could normally see his state of mind and the plan he had in mind, and now someone without a Sharingan could see him shouting it at the top of the Hokage monument, something his brother insisted on, even if he told him it was a huge waste of money. But now that he'd seen his own visage, beautifully carved into the rock, he said it was worth every damn Ryo they spent.

"Indeed. The last few months have caused me... a lot of mental problems, nothing for you to worry about." he replied, moving away to head for his house.

"But Hokage-sama, mental state is an important part of being a ninja. You should know best that past traumas, excessive stress and mental fatigue can cause one to falter in battle, resulting in death in our ranks," the Yamanaka said, standing in Tobirama's way and one of the few who ever stopped Tobirama from getting his sweet, sweet cold shower that he so deserved.

"Too many Shinobi have the attitude that a hobby must also have something to do with ninja, and take training or some other kind of mental stress as their pastime, completely disregarding the true purpose of these hobbies, which is to enjoy themselves."

The Nidaime Hokage actually listened to what could be described as his subordinate's rant, not only because he was already late for his shower, but also because he was interested in the opinion of one of the 'mind-walkers' on the subject of stress relief, something he desperately needed in his life right now.

"And what do you think Shinobi should do to relieve their minds?"

The Yamanaka smiled, glad that the Hokage was actually listening to him and his opinion.

"Well, for one thing, the Nara clan has a habit of playing Shogi to relax, and the Akimichi love to cook, I've heard they want to open a restaurant to turn their hobby into money, but in your case I would suggest..."

"We are surrounded. There are... Twenty of them. Judging by their tracking skills, I'd say they're from Kumogakure, most likely from the highly trained Kinkaku unit." said Tobirama calmly to his escort.

"We have no choice but to use someone as a decoy to divert their attention," Kagami Uchiha said.

"A decoy? That's suicide." stated Torifu Akimichi. "Who would it be?" he still asked, seeing no other way out.

There were only two people willing to die for their country, two people who would protect the leaf and everything in it.

Sarutobi Hiruzen and Shimura Danzo.

'I'm a Shinobi, I'm resolved to die like one on the battlefield. Hiruzen, what are you thinking right now, I wonder? Are you you prepared to make that sacrifices?' thought Danzo, a young man conspicuous by his very spiky hair and the x-shaped scar on his chin.

The Sarutobi and the Shimura clan, one of the first clans to join the village, along with the Uchiha and Senju clans who had founded the village.

Ever since they were children, they were destined to become rivals. Always trying to outdo each other, always trying to be the strongest of them. Just ninja related, Kunai throwing, sparring, Ninjutsu-execution-methods to a few original Jutsu creations, you name it. They were known throughout the village as notorious rivals, which Sarutobi enjoyed, as he considered Danzo one of his closest friends and saw him almost every day when one of them challenged the other.

Danzo, for his part, saw Sarutobi as his biggest obstacle to overcome as he stood in his way of becoming Hokage. At least that was the case until a few months ago.

"What the hell is this!" shouted a very annoyed Danzo, who did not understand why the Nidaime had passed this really ridiculously stupid law. 'Have at least one hobby that has nothing to do with Shinobi.' If Danzo had wanted to be a civilian, he wouldn't have gone to the academy.

"Oh, come on Danzo, it's not that bad." said Hiruzen beside him, stroking the grass on his calves. Danzo only got angrier. "Not everyone can paint like you, monkey!" he shouted, comparing his painting with that of his rivals.

They both decided to paint because Hiruzen already had that as a hobby, and Danzo just copied him, thinking it didn't matter what hobby he had. The result was that they both had a competition to see who could paint the Hokage monument better.

It wasn't even a competition anymore, Hiruzen won by a landslide, something his two teammates said before the challenge. Something Danzo should have realised when he didn't know what colours to combine for the brown.

While Sarutobi's painting looked like God himself had come to earth to paint it, his painting, as his teammate unnecessarily commented, looked like giant shit with grass.

"Ugh..." Danzo slumped further in his chair. This was not relaxing at all, more stress, more... Talking than necessary. This was not what he was trained for, to enjoy things and take his time. Normally he would be training at this time of day, but thanks to that stupid law, training grounds were off limits, and clansmen would immediately tell off their fellow members if they saw one training on the grounds.

"Look, the brown colour is all wrong. You probably used too much colour to balance it, didn't you? If you use too little it's not so bad, it's only when you use too much that it becomes problematic and almost always ends up a greyish colour. Here ..." He took a little blue and yellow and mixed it with red to make a small amount of green.

"This is the right colour, if you practice enough you will one day automatically know which colour to choose and how light or dark it needs to be." motivated Hiruzen, concentrating on his own colour again while Danzo glanced at his creation from time to time but mostly did nothing but sit.

"Have you heard that the Akimichi want to open a restaurant?" said Hiruzen finally, breaking the silence between them.

"Good for them." He replied simply. Why should he care about that? He could cook perfectly at home too.

"I heard they were going to have a food competition on the first day," the painter explained.

"And?"

"... I bet I can eat more than you, X-Beard."

"... you're on, Monkey"

Danzo willed his resolve further, gripping onto his leg bracer stronger. 'Go ahead, say it! That I'll... Argh, why can't I say it'

"The Hokage apparently does flower pressing as a hobby." said Danzo, throwing several Kunai at his sparring partner, amplifying their speed with a gale gust.

"No, he doesn't. I can't imagine the stoic Tobirama pressing flowers, of all things," Hiruzen replied, who substitute himself with a tree trunk and created an earth-spitting crocodile head out of mud.

"Yes he does, Koharu has seen him collecting and pressing flowers on his personal training ground," he said, conjuring up a wall of earth.

"What was she doing there?" asked Sarutobi, throwing Explosive Kunais at the wall.

"I think she called it fan-girling, something female civilians do. Apparently it's like spying, but only socially acceptable for women."

"That has to be a violation of the law! She trains her reconnaissance!" Hiruzen exclaimed, spitting water from his mouth to counter Danzo's fire breath.

Both sparring partners were now panting heavily, trying to catch their breath.

"How about 'huff' painting?"

"Only 'huff' if it's the monument."

'Speak up now! Your ancestor died in battle, your grandfather died in battle, why can't you coward do the same?

Danzo was once again sitting with Hiruzen on the roof of the Hokage tower, trying to paint the Hokage monument, Konoha's main attraction for every tourist.

When the two rivals had no more challenges to overcome or were simply too exhausted to do anything physically strenuous, they would get together and paint.

It was almost a ritual, one or the other would challenge them to a spar and afterwards they would sit and paint together, something Danzo ,reluctantly agreed, helped his mental health. On the plus side, his painting skills improved greatly and were on par with Hiruzen's.

"Hey, that doesn't look too bad!" praised he, looking over Danzo's shoulder, and as he said, it was not only recognisable, but reasonably detailed.

"You mean it looks reasonably good!" he argued back, defending his best work of art yet. In truth, he secretly came here alone to train his artistic mind. Of course, it was only with the aim of surpassing Hiruzen in this field as well. Not that he actually found it relaxing and began to enjoy himself.

"Hey, was that optimism! From you?" Hiruzen chortled.

"Stop criticising me and focus on your own painting!" he aggressively rebuked him in his own chair, at which Hiruzen just laughed.

They both lapsed into a comfortable silence without interrupting each other, not noticing that a figure had been watching their interaction since day one.

Smirking, the figure disappeared and sauntered off into the city centre with a satisfied expression on his face.

"I-"

"I'll do it!" shouted Danzo, cutting a shocked Hiruzen.

The shaky determination that had been in Danzo manifested and became rock-hard resolve. "I can buy us a few precious minutes, not to mention my trump card," he opened his armor a little, revealing a complex seal engraved on his torso.

With a smug grin, he turned to Hiruzen.

"Just so you know, it was 87 : 86 for me," he said before immediately jumping back and trying to intercept the fighter unit.

"Danzo, wait-" shouted Tobirama behind him before a scowl appeared on his face. "You heard him, just a few minutes, go, go, go!" he ordered his team and retreated further into the Land of Fire.

Sarutobi Hiruzen glanced after him one last time before catching up to his Team.

"Oh man, Grandpa, what's the point of painting?" exclaimed a tiny little blond boy who was not enjoying his time with his grandfather at all.

"Well, you want to be a ninja, don't you?" he asked with a little smile.

"Yes, I'm going to be the strongest ninja there is, and then I'm going to take your hat off!" the little boy exclaimed excitedly, forgetting his previous dissatisfaction.

'You can't imagine how much I wish it would happen sooner...' the old man thought, but decided not to say it out loud. Worst case scenario, he doesn't want to be Hokage anymore and then he would be dealing with taxes until the end of time!

"Well then, thanks to a law passed by the Nidaime, every ninja in the village is required to have at least one hobby that has nothing to do with ninja."

"The old geezer? Ouch, hey!" the old man gave the toddler a light chop on the head. "You will give him the respect he deserves, Naruto-kun. He's a very strong Shinobi, even now at his age."

Naruto snorted, "As if that fossil could be that strong, he spends most of his life pressing flowers. Only girls do that."

"Oh, well then how about this, we go to the 'old man' and you challenge him to a fight. If you win, you can have my hat."

Immediately, the boy agreed to the wager and ran down the Hokage tower as fast as his tiny little legs would allow, determined to defeat what was probably the oldest person in Konoha.

Sarutobi Hiruzen chuckled at his surrogate grandson's antics and set the brush aside looking at his creation.

It was just a simple painting of the Hokage monument.

A/N

Heya

This Idea came from Reddit, 'Make a law that every ninja has one Hobby not related to ninjas' or something like that.

It's just a short One-Shot which hopefully helped your boredom.

The next Chapter will probably be the Sharingan one, so look out for that.

Have a wonderful day!

'This is like my worst Nightmare, but just so much worse!'