A hand frantically dashed across a sheet of paper, drawing all kinds of crude shapes and disjointed words.

They were sitting at a desk in a dimly-lit hotel room, an overview of Amegakure's industrialized skyline visible through the glass wall.

Every year, the Five Kage would travel to this village for a week of negotiations, joint statements, voicing of concerns, signing of treatises, and whatever else seemed important and could take up time. Officially, this was the primary means of diplomacy and keeping the peace between the ninja villages. Unofficially, most of the real work in those categories was accomplished through backchannels and prearranged deals, and each of the Five Kage had a good idea beforehand of what questions would be raised and what answers would be given come time of the Summit.

Having once been the torn cloth in between the pointed tips of many kunai, Ame's selection as the annual meeting ground for the Gokage Summit held a particular meaning for those who were veterans of wars past. But despite the symbolism, there was still a heavy security risk associated with village leaders and higher-ups leaving the sanctity of their village and coming into proximity with other powerful shinobi—on foreign land, no less.

As an unofficial rule, the only advisors that could travel with the Kage to the Summit were ones who could hold their own in battle against other Kage-level opponents.

The Hokage in particular had to travel here each year without his children in tow, on the advice of his Council. He was too individually powerful to be struck at directly, so the potential for damage by someone seizing his offspring was too much of a risk to tempt. Only his oldest son was Kage level, and his oldest son had no interest in advising.

—The sixth day's meetings had wrapped up early, leading him back here. He didn't like being away from his kids. But as it turns out, there were unexpected benefits from coming here this year.

He dropped his pencil and picked up his paper, looking at his handiwork:

Scrolls!

Duels!

Special Badges!

Team Battles!

Flying! (Maybe!)

A REALLY BIG TOURNAMENT!

CAPTURE THE FLAG?!

Ho

w do

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ren

t a Castle?

WAR!

"Sakura-channnnnnnnnnn!" He called out, his eyes widened like an excited child's saucers. "I just thought up something really, really cool! Look, look!"

A woman, naked, rose drowsily from the bed; her hair disheveled from a combination of sex and post-coital exhaustion.

"…Naruto? Mmph, what are you—" She rubbed her eyes and forehead. Where did he get all of this limitless energy from…?

He dove onto the bed. He was in a state of undress, too, and with no efforts to rectify the fact. No matter how old they were, there were certain aspects of his personality that refused to change.

"It's this idea I came up with! It would be like bringing back the Chuunin Exams, but ten times bigger! I'm the greatest, right Sakura-chan?! C'mon, we'd start right here—"

Sakura's blurred vision slowly bled back into normalness, and she started by reading his plans from the very top—

There was a lot to talk about. And he would keep her up all night talking about it.