It had been a long and wacky past few months for Konoha, with there being some form of political nightmare occuring every few days. The death of the incompetent nekokage had plunged the village into borderline anarchy, with the threat of death being one of the more reasonable alternatives for those that defied the orders from up top. To be honest, Jingo was quite happy that the cat had been dealt with, as it had saved him from having to do the job himself. He had given the cat many chances to prove that her decisions were beneficial for the village, but besides generating large amounts of wealth, Konoha had only declined under her rule. He had resolved himself a while back that upon her return, he would put her down for the good of the village, but as luck would have it, Kirigakure seemed to have similar ideas.
Jingo pondered the political situation as he made his way to his private quarters in the Senju Compound. He was wearing a very typical gaudy blue robe adorned with all sorts of baubles and trinkets. This outfit had many layers that made him look quite outlandish and wealthy, but unlike his usual extravagant peacocking, he had a good reason to be this dressed up. He had just accepted the mantle of Senju Clan Leader, a position he had been groomed to take for quite some time. The clan had decided that given his current power, his rich inheritance of their bloodline, and his penchant for public favor, that he would be the one best suited to lead the clan. This position came with the abdication of one of the older seniors of the clan who decided that it was for the best if he retired during turbulent times like these. It made Jingo quite proud of himself to have reached this point, even if the general mood among the village was sour. What made him the most proud however, was the look on his parents face when they saw him accept the position. He even had to stop himself from tearing up a bit during his short acceptance speech, but such a thing was never shown on his face given his mental training as a soldier.
Jingo pondered the political situation as he made his way to his private quarters in the Senju Compound. He was wearing a very typical gaudy blue robe adorned with all sorts of baubles and trinkets. This outfit had many layers that made him look quite outlandish and wealthy, but unlike his usual extravagant peacocking, he had a good reason to be this dressed up. He had just accepted the mantle of Senju Clan Leader, a position he had been groomed to take for quite some time. The clan had decided that given his current power, his rich inheritance of their bloodline, and his penchant for public favor, that he would be the one best suited to lead the clan. This position came with the abdication of one of the older seniors of the clan who decided that it was for the best if he retired during turbulent times like these. It made Jingo quite proud of himself to have reached this point, even if the general mood among the village was sour. What made him the most proud however, was the look on his parents face when they saw him accept the position. He even had to stop himself from tearing up a bit during his short acceptance speech, but such a thing was never shown on his face given his mental training as a soldier.
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