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After the ceremony and the wonderful celebration that comes after that, Naruto’s father asks to meet him at his office to give him something.
Technically, the office is now his. Naruto is officially the hokage, the fifth one right after his father, a dream he’d had since he was a small child. Naruto isn’t sure what his father wants to give him, however, since the hat had already been ceremonially given to him, and the office had been cleared out except for furniture for Naruto’s reign.
Naruto shows up, just on time, sliding through the door to the office. Minato is sitting at the desk, leaning forward casually, but it isn’t just the two of them like Naruto assumed. Hatake Kakashi is standing next to Minato, just as he’s always done since Naruto was small, a shadow to the greatest kage in the five nations, who had acted as Minato’s right hand man for over twenty years. Perhaps it shouldn’t surprise him to find Kakashi at his father’s side now, when all of Naruto’s earliest memories included the man before him, Minato carting him around wherever he went.
Kakashi stood stiffly next to his father, eyes flicking towards Naruto once he entered the office. It was odd to see Kakashi without the languid, lazy posture he was used to. Kakashi had been a staple in his life as both his father’s aid and eventually Naruto’s own sensei, and Naruto had never seen him quite this rigid before, at least not when he was knowingly in Naruto’s presence, or they were without active danger. His mask hid whatever he was thinking, though Naruto is certain he would have looked just as neutral without it, his eyes carefully blank as they meet Naruto’s.
“Naruto,” Minato greets, cheerfully, ignoring Kakashi’s tension. “Glad you could make it. I was almost worried your friends would keep you at that party all night long. But this is a big achievement, so I can’t blame them!” Minato glanced at Kakashi, smiling just a bit too wide. “Don’t be so cold, Kakashi, greet our new hokage!”
“Godaime,” Kakashi greeted. It wasn’t as warm as Naruto was used to, but it wasn’t harsh, either. It felt odd, hearing the title from a man who had outranked him his entire life, who had babysat him often as a small child, who had once been his sensei. It sent a slight thrill down his spine, the idea of Kakashi now being his subordinate, submissive to the hokage’s will. “Congratulations.”
“Well, I couldn’t have gotten this far without such a wonderful teacher,” Naruto replied, smiling at both of the men. “But my curiosity is getting to me, I can’t lie. What are we meeting here for?”
“Didn’t I tell you I had a gift for you?” Minato asked, tapping his chin. “I fear its services would be wasted on me now that I’m no longer the hokage, you see. I’m ready to retire, to go on a wonderful tour of the five nations and the lands in between to bring back some interesting knowledge our land might need, but that’s a simple sabbatical. I no longer require the services of my gift, and I think it would be quite a waste to tote it around the world instead of allowing it to continue to work. There’s still plenty of years left for it to serve the village, and importantly, serve you. It’s already been doing so for all your life. I might as well officially hand the reins over to you.”
Naruto cocked his head to the side, eyes scanning the office in search of what his father could be speaking of. But the office was barren save for the desk and the three occupants, so Naruto wondered, “And what is it?”
“Why, my wonderful chief aide, of course!” With a flourish, Minato rises from the chair, stepping next to Kakashi, an arm wrapping around the man’s shoulder as he gestured to him. “As the next hokage, I can assure you the necessity of a second in command, and who better than Kakashi, who’s been performing his role admirably since he was just fourteen? I can’t express to you how much help he had been during my tenure, and I know he’ll continue to serve you just as fiercely.”
Naruto blinked, glancing towards Kakashi, who bowed slightly. “… it would be an honor, Godaime.”
“You want to be my second in command?” Naruto repeats, stunned. He’s thought a little bit about who he would want as his aide, and sure, Kakashi would easily be his first pick. There was no one he trusted more than the two men before him. Minato, the man who fathered and raised him, and Kakashi, who had been in his life just as much as Minato had been, perhaps even more given his role as his sensei and the time they spent on team seven. Kakashi was powerful with a brilliant, tactical mind. It was like having a body guard doubling as his advisor.
“Of course,” Minato answers. “Being hokage can be such a stressful position, and Kakashi is the best fit for carrying some of your burdens.”
“Then I’m happy to have you as my second in command!” Naruto announces, flashing Kakashi a wide smile. “I’m certain we can achieve great things together!”
“Kakashi’s helped me organize missions, provide feedback for the structure of our shinobi system and the production and design of weapons and armor, as well as attending to discussions with political allies I could not meet with. Not to mention his veteran years in the third war, and his battle prowess across over a thousand missions, with the highest success rank of any current Konoha operative. Years in the Anbu have trained him in the arts of subtlety and discretion, fine traits for tense political affairs and diplomatic interactions.” Minato almost sounded as if he was trying to pitch a sale to Naruto. “But of course, you know all of this already. You’ve spent your childhood seeing this man in action, and the results of his and my own efforts in the flourishing village we live in.”
Kakashi remains still as a statue beside Minato, not offering a word of his own. It wasn’t unusual. Kakashi was not a particularly talkative man, even as their genin sensei, prone to contemplation or keeping a sharp eye on his surroundings. He was a man of efficiency, cultivated by Minato and his decades of Anbu experience. The only time Naruto had ever seen him particularly raucous was when he was a small child and Kakashi still performed silly challenges with Gai, though Minato eventually discouraged their rivalry until it was near forgotten.
“I like to think I’ve trained him quite well,” Minato continues, patting Kakashi’s cheek. “He was such a brat as a child. But I’ve trained all those undesirable traits out of him, cultivating him into one of the finest weapons Konoha will ever seen. He’s as loyal as his own summons, and has never questioned any order or task I’ve given him. There’s not a more trustworthy man you could find. I can not count the number of assassination attempts Kakashi has helped resolve.”
Minato squeezes Kakashi’s shoulder, trailing across his rib cage, settling at his waist. “And he’s quite easy on the eyes, isn’t he?”
Kakashi remains still. His ears are slightly red, though the rest of him remains unperturbed by the statement. It is still quite clear drawing attention to his physical appearance has made him embarrassed.
Naruto flickered his gaze between Kakashi and his father for a moment before admitting, “Obviously. Even Teuchi blushed when he saw his face.”
Minato grinned, squeezing Kakashi’s waist. “And yourself?”
Naruto again glances at Kakashi, who continues to pretend to be stone. “Well, I’m not blind either.”
It would be inaccurate to say Naruto hasn’t been sporting a crush on Kakashi since he was a very small child. There had been a point where he had even declared an interest in marrying the man when he was so young he wasn’t allowed in the academy, and Naruto had delighted seeing the way Kakashi had flushed at the notion. The idea faded when he understood the relationship his father and Kakashi had. It was a lesson learned when Naruto had caught the two men in sensual positions, often in this very office.
Kakashi, bent over Minato’s desk, making the most beautiful noises he had ever heard as his father fucked him from behind. Kakashi, shoved against a wall, legs wrapped around his waist, Minato holding him tightly so he wouldn’t fall as he thrusted into him so hard Kakashi’s head slammed against the wall. And once, when Naruto had been about to enter through the window, finding Kakashi on his knees beneath his father’s desk, his cock shoved down his throat, warming him as his father did paperwork. It wasn’t uncommon to see Kakashi getting fucked in the hallways of his childhood home, either, when Naruto was supposed to be asleep, or wasn’t supposed to have gotten home that early. He was intimately aware that Kakashi and Minato had been fooling around ever since he was a small child, memories of investigating strange sounds coming from his father’s bedroom late at night, and probably as long as Kakashi has been Minato’s advisor.
Naruto had known Kakashi was effectively spoken for. The two did not have a formal relationship; Minato had no desire to move on from Kushina. But it was clear, for a long while, that Kakashi was his, and Naruto learned young Minato was not fond of sharing. Did he sometimes dream of being the hokage one day and having Kakashi at his side, serving him however he pleased? Certainly. Did he think it would come true? Not in the slightest.
Kakashi had made it quite clear that he saw Sakura, Sasuke, and Naruto as children when he had rejected Sakura’s crush on him; they had been adults at that point, but Kakashi admitted it felt too strange to see them beyond his cute little genin, and could not reciprocate beyond friendship. It would likely be doubly true for Naruto, considering Kakashi had known him since he was infant, had practically helped raise him when his mother was no longer in the picture and Minato was swamped with hokage duties. Once Sakura had been rejected, Naruto knew his interests would be dealt with similarly. And once again, he had always been under the assumption Kakashi was… not available, unofficially.
“The hokage’s role as the protector of the village can be quite taxing,” Minato admitted. “It is time consuming. It is stressful. It is worth all of the pain and sacrifice that comes with it, but having the right help makes the job infinitely better. It is also better with the right physical outlet.”
Kakashi swallowed minutely.
“Sex is a wonderful way to remove your pent up frustrations,” Minato stated, like a universal fact. “It was physical, timely, and created no physical harm to property or person. I found it to be a very useful tool during my reign. Kakashi was very easy to train in that regard.”
Kakashi’s ears were red once more, but he said nothing.
“He’s been such a wonderful help during my time as hokage, and so I want to gift him to you. He’s my most prized possession, so I expect you to treat him right, just as he will do for you.” Minato gave Kakashi a sharp smile. “Right, Kakashi?”
Kakashi’s hesitation is minute, but after a lifetime without it when Minato orders him, the minute pause is enough for Naruto to notice. “Yes, Yondaime.”
“Why don’t you break him in?” Minato casually suggests, moving away from Kakashi to lean against the window. The blinds were closed and Naruto watched as Minato silently activates a privacy seal. “He’s been trained to follow my commands, but there’s a new hokage now. He might need some adjustment.”
The idea is tantalizing. Naruto had fantasized about this for years just for Minato to hand it to him on a silver platter. He stepped forward towards Kakashi, who kept his ground, remaining still as Naruto approached him.
“My father thinks you need to relearn where you stand with me,” Naruto repeats, reaching to grip Kakashi’s flak jacket. “What do you think? You need proof that I’m now your superior?”
Kakashi studies him for a moment, like he was wondering if this was a trick question. Naruto decides to take pity on him, asking a different question as he begins to unzip his jacket. Kakashi doesn’t stop him, though he stiffens ever so slightly as Naruto makes his move. “Be honest with me, sensei. Do you want this? Do you find me attractive?”
Naruto pushes the jacket off his shoulders. Kakashi allows it to fall off his arms, a soft sound echoing in the silence of the office as it hits the ground. Kakashi’s left in his tight compression shirt, Naruto watching his chest rise and fall, slow and steady, despite the way Kakashi is clenching his fists in the pockets of his pants.
Kakashi hesitates before opening his mouth, but Naruto can see that look in his eyes, when Kakashi pitied his genin enough to lie to them. It wasn’t often that Kakashi sugar coated things; the man had been their age when he was enlisted into Anbu, and thus didn’t believe much in the idea of childhood innocence. But there were moments, when they had fought in the Land of Waves and Kakashi had mercilessly killed Haku and Zabuza in front of them, the first time they had ever seen death, the first time Naruto became intimately aware of Kakashi’s famed ruthlessness. When Haku and Zabuza had shown them the truth- the bloody ends most shinobi face, and that the world believed them to be nothing but tools.
“Is it true?” Sasuke had asked, long after they had begun their trek back towards the Land of Fire. “Are shinobi truly seen as just tools?”
Naruto remembers the look on Kakashi’s face at the question, the fire casting a red glow upon Kakashi’s face, like the spilled blood of Haku’s violent end, when he had sacrificed himself to save his master. Zabuza, aware the fight was over, had all but begged Kakashi for death, wishing to follow Haku’s footsteps, and he had delivered, hands bloodied with both their blood. Kakashi, fulfilling Zabuza’s last request, placing him near Haku’s lifeless body so he could look at him one last time before he died. Their bodies were now in a scroll Kakashi carried for Konoha to dissect and uncover every secret they carried in death.
Kakashi had looked at the three of them, genin for only a handful of months, when at his age he had already killed dozens of people in war, in Anbu. He had looked at them, and that look in his eye had appeared, before he quietly said, “Not all shinobi are destined to be tools.”
Maybe, in the end, it wasn’t quite the lie Naruto had thought it to be. Maybe Kakashi was right- not all are destined to be tools. Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura were far from being pawns, the most powerful shinobi since the three sannin, who served no masters beyond the will of fire. Naruto, now hokage, the supreme commander of the village, who took no orders from anyone anymore.
But maybe what Kakashi had meant was that some shinobi were destined to be tools. That they could not escape their fate of being used by their masters, that there were those whose purpose truly was to be used as seen fit. He would know best of all- Kakashi had never stopped being a tool for his father.
Now, Naruto supposed, Kakashi was his.
“Don’t lie to me,” Naruto ordered, voice firm, but not unkind. “You wouldn’t lie to your hokage, would you?”
“No, Godaime,” Kakashi answers, softly.
“So tell me honestly- do you want this?”
“No, Godaime.” Kakashi’s eyes shimmer. “I’m sorry, but I do not.”
It’s disappointing, but unsurprising. Naruto had expected this to be his answer, knowing that Kakashi had only ever saw him as a child, as his student, even now.
“I see,” Naruto answers, thoughtfully, before sliding his hands towards Kakashi’s face. He unties the headband across his eye, Kakashi instinctively keeping it closed as Naruto removes it. It was rare for Naruto to see both of his eyes at once, Kakashi keeping only a third of his face visible at any given moment, and it had been a long while since they had been on a mission together that required the use of his sharingan. Kakashi was quite formidable even without the gift of the Uchihas. “But I’m no longer your student. I’m now your superior. You understand, then, that it doesn’t matter what you want?”
“Yes, Godaime.”
“You understand that you belong to me?”
“Yes, Godaime.”
Naruto thumbs his mask. Instinctively, Kakashi tries to pull away, years of not wanting anyone to see beneath it, and especially years of Naruto and the rest of his class trying to peek. Naruto tightens his grip on Kakashi’s face, stilling him instantly. “This belongs to me as well, now.”
Naruto slides the mask down, rolling it over his nose, his cheeks, his lips before the fabric is wadded around his neck and Naruto soaks in the sight before him. Kakashi was beautiful, stunning in a way that instantly caught a casual eye. A sharp jawline that was belied by his soft cheeks, a slender, perfectly straight nose despite his years in combat. His scar extended lower than the mask, bringing attention to his cheekbones. On the same side was an adorable mole near his lips, which were a perfect shade of pink and practically begging to be kissed.
Naruto pushes Kakashi into the wall, startling Kakashi enough to stumble slightly. Naruto pressed his mouth against his, kissing his lips with bruising force before demanding entry to his mouth. Kakashi quietly accepts his fate, allowing Naruto access so Naruto could pillage him, tongues dancing sweetly as Naruto dominated the fervent kiss. It lasts for what feels like minutes as Naruto explores the cavern of his mouth, tongue sliding across his teeth, cataloguing imperfections, taste, and the sharpness of canines.
Finally, Naruto draws back, watching the saliva between them break, coating Kakashi’s plush lips in a glossy sheen, now painted a beautiful red that matches the slight flush of his cheeks. Kakashi was devastating before him, beautiful and debauched just from a tender kiss. It made Naruto ache, acutely aware that the man belonged to him, and he could now see him like this at any time, whenever he desired.
Naruto pulled back and gave his first command as the new godaime. “Strip.”
Kakashi accepted the order, eyes kept on his shoes as he worked, sliding his sandals off his feet before removing his weapons pouch. It wasn’t the most sensual strip tease Naruto had ever seen, but it was made all the more erotic by the sheer fact it was Hatake Kakashi before him, the fearsome Copy Ninja of Konoha, sliding his pants down his beautiful thighs at Naruto’s order. The pants are kicked away, and Naruto indulged himself, sliding his gaze from Kakashi’s ankles to his calves to his thighs before settling on his crotch. The boxers Naruto had been expecting were not present. Kakashi wore a black pair of lacy panties that barely covered the fat lips of his sex, leaving little to the imagination.
Kakashi removed his shirt last, slowly revealing his chiseled abdomen before sliding higher and higher until it was over his head. A matching black laced bralette was revealed, cupping the small chest of his teacher, accentuating their roundness, his cute nipples peaking through the near see through fabric. Kakashi remained still, fingers hesitating near the band of his panties, unsure if they were part of the order to strip.
“It didn’t feel right to give you a gift without wrapping it,” Minato said, watching this affair with an interested gleam. Kakashi’s cheeks flushed slightly, likely from embarrassment, while Naruto soaked in the sight of such a toned figure made delicate from the soft lace on his body.
“It’s cute,” Naruto affirms, coming close to Kakashi, eyeing his revealed body before grabbing a fistful of his breast, eagerly groping the tender flesh behind the thin bralette. Naruto pinches his nipples, watching the buds stiffen and rise, pebbling as he rolled them between his fingers, enjoying the soft texture of the bralette as he kneaded his cute breast. Kakashi let out the softest of gasps as Naruto worked, one hand continuing to palm a breast while the other trailed slowly down his abdomen, feeling the solid steel of his flexing muscles as he tried to keep his breathing steady, and slithering all the way to the waistband of his panties, enjoying the soft lace before pushing Kakashi back against the wall, cupping his sex, only mildly disappointed to find he wasn’t dripping wet. He grinds his palm against the top of his vagina, enjoying the way Kakashi’s lips part slightly as friction stimulates his hidden clitoris, panting as his thighs jerk instinctively from the wave of pleasure that rolls down his spine.
“I guess it’s time I break you in,” Naruto murmurs, leaning close to Kakashi, their noses centimeters apart. “I have to make sure you know who your new owner is, after all.”
Naruto grinds his palm one last time just to watch his powerful thighs tremble before he pulls away, moving to sit at the desk. He swivels to face Kakashi then spreads his legs invitingly. There’s a flicker of dread in Kakashi’s gaze that’s squashed immediately by neutrality, so fast Naruto only noticed it because he’s known Kakashi all his life and knew where to look. Kakashi knows what is expected, but patiently waits for a direct order.
“You’re going to suck me off,” Naruto decides, simply. “Use that pretty mouth of yours for something worthwhile.”
Kakashi removes himself from the wall Naruto had pinned himself to, slowly walking towards Naruto, like he hoped the order would be nullified if given enough time. He falls to his knees between Naruto’s legs, and for the first time in Naruto’s life, he’s looking down at the man, noticing how he won’t meet his eyes, instead peering down at the floor as he shifts to get comfortable. Naruto slides a hand through Kakashi’s hair, enjoying the silken feel sliding through his fingers, soft like the hairs of a well groomed dog, and he yanks, pulling Kakashi’s head back until he’s practically thrusting his chest forward, perky tits inviting him to squeeze and squeeze.
“Do a good job,” Naruto decides, “and I’ll give you a reward for your submission.”
Kakashi nods in understanding, but only receives a tighter grip in his hair. Kakashi takes another breath before whispering, “Yes, Godaime.”
Naruto releases him. Kakashi takes another quiet, not quite trembling breath before he leans forward, reaching to unzip Naruto’s pants, unsheathing his cock from his boxers, taking in the sight of it, already leaking beads of precum, warm and weighty in his palms. Kakashi stroked his cock a few times, smearing the precum along his dick, fist tight enough to encourage friction, sending electricity down his spine before Kakashi adjusted his position on his knees and leaned forward, guiding the cock towards his mouth.
It was a beautiful sight watching Kakashi kitten lick the tip of his cock, tongue teasing his slit before widening those pretty pink lips so he could swallow him up, inch by inch. Kakashi takes his sweet time, teasing him all the way as he relaxes his throat and devours him whole until his nose is pressed against his crotch. Naruto groans as Kakashi begins to bob his head, a steady rhythm as he slides up and down his cock, tongue lapping at his thick veins, cheeks hollow as he sucks. His hand slides across his cock whenever he sinks low to the tip, fondling his balls as he slides back up.
It’s utterly erotic watching Kakashi work, red lips stretched wide around his girth, cheeks flushed, sweat beading his brow, eyes focused only on the task in front of him. His breasts jiggle faintly as he moves, his panties slightly damp as his own arousal begins to simmer. His throat contracts around his cock and Naruto groans, fisting his hair, bucking into his warm, wet mouth without restraint. Kakashi takes the brutal thrusting with grace, keeping his jaw slack before continuing to pleasure him, the texture of his tongue making goosebumps trail down his arms.
His climax had been a slow simmer as Kakashi worked, rising sluggishly into a boil, and Naruto decides to make good on his word of a reward, adjusting his foot so it’s pressed against Kakashi’s cunt. Kakashi gasps, letting out an adorable whine as he grinds the toe of his shoe against his leaky pussy, watching his thighs tremble, his breath stutter, as he tries to continue sucking him off.
“I want you to hump me until you cum,” Naruto states, his own voice slightly breathless. “Grind your greedy pussy against me. But make sure you cum after I do. Understood?”
Kakashi nods as best he can with his dick in his mouth, and Naruto grins, winding his fingers in his hair as he begins to thrust into his warm mouth. Kakashi hesitates for a few moments, struggling to keep up with the pace Naruto’s setting, taking control and treating his mouth like a tight pussy he needs to break in, shoving his dick as far down his throat as he can manage. Kakashi reluctantly grinds against him, sticky panties rubbing against his foot as Kakashi humps him like a bitch in heat, thighs trembling as his hips roll.
Kakashi tries to keep up with Naruto, suckling at his tip when he pulls back far enough, sliding his tongue across his girth when he pauses long enough, and keeping his own thrusting in comparable time to Naruto’s. It’s hard, fast, and likely a bit painful for Kakashi, eyes watering slightly as he slams the back of his throat, over and over, fisting his hair tightly to move him as he pleased. Kakashi’s thrusts become messier the longer Naruto fucks his throat, hips stuttering, chest heaving, a low moan rising from the back of his throat.
Naruto is teetering on a climax as well, dick throbbing from his arousal as he fucks him. It doesn’t take much longer before he unravels, Kakashi’s tight throat ripping the best orgasm of his life out of him, white hot pleasure rolling across his entire body as he cums down his throat, his dick forcing Kakashi to swallow it all, not a single drop escaping from his mouth as Naruto forced his head still against his cock.
The sensation of Kakashi swallowing around him has Naruto bucking lightly into him, not quite ready for another round, but playing into the feel of overstimulation as Kakashi continues to grind against his leg, whimpering softly as he comes closer and closer to his orgasm.
Naruto cards his hands through his hair when Kakashi goes still, entire body tense as he reaches his climax, his adorable panties soaked with liquid pleasure, legs shaking as he nearly goes limp between Naruto’s thighs. Naruto guides his head to rest against his thigh, letting him continue to warm his cock for a while as Kakashi recovered, already thinking about all the things they could be doing now that he belonged to him.
Minato chuckled at the sight of them, pushing away from the wall for a better look. Kakashi was boneless against Naruto, quiet and still, eyes half lidded as he gazed out in the distance, thighs spasming every once in a while, sticky with his arousal. “I suppose you liked your gift then?”
“It’s wonderful,” Naruto coos, carding his fingers through Kakashi’s hair, petting him gently, nails scratching at his scalp. Kakashi makes a low noise in the back of his throat, twitching slightly, and the vibrations make Naruto’s dick twitch in kind, eager for another round. “Have fun on your retirement tour, Dad. I’ll take good care of everything.”
“I never doubted you for a second.”
Minato spared them one last look before making his exit, closing the door to the office behind him. Naruto slowly pulled his dick out of the warmth of Kakashi’s mouth, then pulled Kakashi off the ground, guiding him to sit in his lap. Kakashi was a gangly thing, lithe but long legged, yet still managed to curl up in Naruto’s lap as he straddled him, his wet pussy teasing his cock. Naruto held his waist for a few moments, one hand coming to squeeze a tit, just to see Kakashi softly gasp, leaning slightly into the touch as Naruto thumbed his nipple. He looked absolutely divine, still clothed in that cute lace set, a deep pink flush settled across his entire body, mouth wet with spit, eyes watery from the abuse his throat had taken, hair wild as it frames his face.
Naruto grabs Kakashi's chin, tilting it to look at him, reluctant as Kakashi seems to be. His eyes are half lidded, dreamy, but his mouth is set in a neutral line as Kakashi scrambles for the control he’s never had. Naruto smiles, grinding his cock against his leaking cunt, making those lips part as a breathy gasp escaped him.
“You’re the best gift I could have ever received,” Naruto announces. “And I don’t intend to waste you. Why don’t we go for another round?”
Kakashi swallows, unable to meet his eyes. Naruto didn’t expect one round of sex to be enough to convince Kakashi to be attracted to him, so he isn’t disappointed when Kakashi isn’t leaping for the opportunity to have his pussy filled with his dick, but soon Naruto will have him trained to do just that. Naruto tilts his head closer, looking him dead in the eyes, and Kakashi slowly meets him, suppressing a quiet shudder.
“Well?” Naruto demands. “Wouldn’t you like that? To please your new owner with your cute cunt this time?”
Kakashi’s lips tremble minutely. “Yes, Godaime.”
Naruto smiles.