Later that night

The night arrives, and in your newly-christened mansion, you keep working. Seated at the heavy oak desk at the far end of the room, reviewing the financial ledger Kaede provided earlier, you thank yourself that you abused Kage Bunshin to make up for the lost time being dumb when you're a kid, and to continue abusing them to do work. The only reason you don't have one reading right now is you're about to sleep and would prefer a more restful one without suddenly waking up and shouting double book entry.

Still, your clones have already completed the heavy lifting on the public Konoha office near the center of town, leaving you with the quiet hours of the night to manage the deeper, private legacy you are establishing here.

A soft, hesitant knock sounds against the door.

You do not look up from the ledger immediately, your highly trained chakra sensory network having already picked up the faint, signature of someone standing in the corridor. It is one of the younger women from the afternoon gathering.