The morning sun streams through the Hokage office window, pulling Naruto Uzumaki, Seventh Hokage, from a surprisingly serene sleep. No ramen-induced nightmares tonight, luckily. He groans, extending his perpetually sore muscles- years of battles and paperwork hadnt been kind. He pulls on his Hokage cloak, the familiar weight deciding on his shoulders, a constant tip of his responsibility to the village. Today, like any other, is a delicate dance between political meetings, village-related emergencies, and the persistent yearning to just ditch it all and join his kid, Boruto, on some mischievous adventure. He takes a deep breath, a figured out smile spreading across his face. Time to face the day, Hokage-style.