Uzume's POV

It was a success.

Apparently, my dear friend had the wisdom to befriend the Hi no Kuni's Daimyō on one of his mission back when he was a Genin, and he kept visiting the castle where the Daimyō reside since then (with ulterior motives, I assume). It seemed he had the favor of a Daimyō over his superb cooking. I knew it sounded ridiculous, but Shisui's cooking was as good as his skills in being a shinobi; meaning, his cooking was very, very great.

There was a rumor that Uchiha Madara had scared the current Daimyō's father into submission around 80 years ago when Konoha was founded, and the fear was passed down to his son. For Shisui, who was an Uchiha, to won over a Daimyō's favor was sort of... amazing? Miraculous? Terrific? All that, I was sure and definitely awesome.

I was so relieved when I arrived home, that I quickly went to my bedroom I threw myself onto my bed with weird sounds (I swore it was like a dying cat sounded like, but I digress) coming out of my throat.

Shisui now was the Hokage! The Godaime! With this, maybe my clan wouldn't be so suicidal!

I couldn't keep this excitement, the bubble of happiness that seemingly was trapped inside a too small container that was me, that I screamed with all my might to my poor pillow.

I wondered if I could burst like a balloon.

A few minutes ago, when I was about to tell Shisui, I was stopped by Shikaku and a bunch of ANBU operatives. I was laughing with joy when the ANBU and Shikaku all but flaked an unknowing and confused Shisui to the Hokage Tower.

I bet he was now trained in politics and whatnot by Shikaku.

Shisui couldn't help but screaming with all his might when he saw the maybe fire-poof and water-proof paper.

I, Daimyō of Hi no Kuni, hereby declare Uchiha Shisui as the Godaime Hokage.

The paper was stamped by the Daimyō's official signature.

What the hell is this?!

He didn't sign up for this! He didn't even get to meet the Daimyō who appointed him to do this accursed job!

As the gears in his brain turned and worked, his eyes narrowed and he gave off a menacing glare to a passive looking Shikaku and the three ANBU who drag him into this, this damnable chair he sat on, that he definitely didn't want at all.

"Can you explain this?" The hysterical tone of his voice had not gone unnoticed by the jōnin commander and the ANBU commander, as the seventeen-year-old boy waved around the piece of paper like it would blow his face off at any moment. "Who the hell voted for me? I thought the first choice for Daimyō-sama would be Jiraiya-sama if something happened to the Sandaime?"

Shikaku pinched the bridge of his nose.

This is like dealing with a Kushina flavored Minato who has suddenly dumped the job he didn't expect. ... that was actually disturbing, let's not get into that, Shikaku thought, tired of the duty as a jōnin commander that that yellow-haired bastard had bestowed upon him years ago because this job made him too busy for his liking. Being the representative of all jōnin in Konoha was a no easy job, he could guarantee that.

The ANBU Commander stated impassively, "Shikaku-san voted for you, Hokage-sama."

Shisui was now giving his best to glare the said man to death.

"Sheesh, calm down, Hokage-sama," Shikaku drawled on, unbothered by the glare. "Can we get to business first?"

"I don't want this." Of course Shisui did not whine. He didn't.

"We got that much, Sir," one of the ANBU piped on.

Shisui wanted to that ANBU to just stand there and shut up.

How did Shikaku even consider him? He, a lowly jōnin?

Screw it, no matter how he adored that girl, he couldn't help but wanted to strangle Uzume who was laughing at him just a few minutes ago. He was sure she got something to do with this.