Another stack of mission reports to approve. Shizune keeps glaring at me from her desk like I'm the one who invented paperwork.

Sigh... Sometimes I wonder what Dan and Nawaki would think if they saw me now, buried in documents instead of out there on the front lines. They dreamed of this office, this chair. They saw it as an honor. Some days it just feels like a mountain of responsibility that never gets smaller.

But then I look at the faces in this village—the new generation pushing forward with their own dreams—and I remember why I took this damn job. Even if the paperwork is going to be the death of me.