I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

"Uchiha on alert, Uchiha on alert!"

Half-asleep and half-awake, the Uchiha Immortal Gate vaguely heard a voice calling from far away and now near.

Uchiha... must be calling me.

But Police, I haven’t heard this title for many years, you should call me Minister...

minister? What minister?

Uchiha Senmon's eyelids twitched a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes. Through the glass window in the corridor, he could see people coming and going in the street below, lights were decorated, and Christmas trees were decorated at the door of several shops.

It was almost evening, a little white snow fell from the sky, and the earth was covered with silver.

His head felt like it was filled with a pile of paste. Uchiha was in a daze and his thinking was blocked.

Even so, he recognized at a glance that this was Kasumigaseki, where the main headquarters of the Metropolitan Police Department, where he had worked for more than ten years, was located.

"Cough, cough, Uchiha police. Section Chief Akagi is still waiting for you."

"Excuse me."

Following an assistant to the door of the office, the sign read "Criminal Department Search Section 3: Section Chief Akagi."

"Come in."

After the assistant knocked on the door, Uchiha Senmon entered the office alone.

"Brother, you're here, sit down."

Looking at the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes behind the desk, who looked like a male protagonist in a Showa-era criminal investigation drama with a righteous face, the Uchiha Senmen couldn't help but be startled.

"Akagi-senpai!"

A certain sense of instant vision came over his heart, and the eyes of the Uchiha Sect became hot for no reason, and he turned his head to cover it up and said:

"Have you lost weight? And..."

"Xianmen, what are you talking about? From the kendo club in college to now, my figure has been so toned."

Touching the bulging bicep on the other side with his left hand, Section Chief Akagi asked in confusion.

"It's nothing, I feel a little uncomfortable."

Uchiha Xianmen frowned, sat down on the sofa next to him, stretched out his hand to squeeze the bridge of his nose, and asked:

“Senior, what year is this year?”

"Heisei 37. December 24, 5:16 pm."

Although he was a little surprised, Section Chief Akagi blurted it out and reported the specific time very considerately.

In the thirty-seventh year of Heisei, the Uchiha Sect immediately converted to the AD calendar.

It's 2025.

Something's wrong, did the Heisei title last that long?

The inexplicable feeling of dissonance once again appeared in the hearts of the Uchiha Sect.

"Brother, are you okay? You're a little absent-minded today."

"I'm fine, maybe I didn't sleep well yesterday."

After pondering for a few times, but couldn't figure out the reason, Uchiha Xianmen shook his head.

"I heard that your Uchiha family and the Tsukimiri family officially held an engagement party last weekend. Congratulations."

Seeing that the Uchiha Sect's complexion was not bad, Section Chief Akagi didn't pay too much attention and went about his daily routine.

When Section Chief Akagi said this, Uchiha Senmen immediately recalled the engagement banquet and smiled slightly.

"It's a pity that my yellow-faced mother-in-law failed to live up to her expectations and only gave birth to a bastard. Otherwise, based on the relationship between our brothers, it would not be the turn of the in-laws to be the father-in-law of Yue Jianli."

There was a bit of pity on Guozi's face, and he said regretfully:

"Yue Jian looks polite on the inside, and A Ming is admitted to the University of Tokyo. He immediately comes to capture his son-in-law. He is so quick!"

"Before Mr. and Mrs. Tsukimi were transferred to the General Affairs Division, they worked with us in the Investigation Division for half a year. The two families know each other very well."

Uchiha Sect's expression completely relaxed, he smiled and said:

"Ana and Inaba also met at Tsukimizato's dojo. They were childhood sweethearts. I like Inaba that kid very much."

"As long as you two are satisfied."

Section Chief Akagi shrugged, coughed slightly, and finally got to the point of calling the Uchiha Sect over:

"Xianmen, could you consider working overtime today? After all, tonight is Christmas Eve and we are really short of manpower."

Search Section 3 is mainly responsible for minor crimes such as burglary, bag snatching, car theft, etc. It is the safest among the three sections of the Criminal Department and has a lower workload.

When the Uchiha Senmen heard that they were working overtime, their expressions suddenly became subtle.

It is impossible to work overtime, and it is impossible to work overtime in this life!

"Xianmen, you have never worked overtime in the past few years, and you have to leave when the time comes. There are some opinions within the third class."

Section Chief Akagi gave a few words of persuasion and began to draw a pie:

"If you are so lazy, it will be difficult for me to promote you. Otherwise, with your background in our professional group and the support of the seniors in the Dongda Department, how could you not even become a department head?"

As a professional group, fresh graduates will be promoted to the Police Department as soon as they join the Metropolitan Police Department. After two years, they will automatically be promoted to the Police Department. It is certain that they will be in the Police Department within five years.

The Xianmen brother has been in the job for 20 years. Not to mention the section chief, he has not even been able to hold an official position. He is lying in peace.

"Brothers who were on duty last night saw you and Miqin going to the night market together. They were like glue mixed with oil."

Seeing that Xianmen was unmoved, Section Chief Akagi shook his head and uttered a few words:

"Although Qin Se and Ming are the best between husband and wife, we can't be careless at work..."

At this moment, there was a clang sound, and Uchiha Senmon's expression suddenly changed, and he stood up from the sofa like a spring, which shocked Section Chief Akagi.

Mikoto?

Mikoto!

"Sorry, I have to leave early!"

Before the words were finished, the Uchiha Immortal Gate rushed out of the door anxiously.

"Hello……"

Section Chief Akagi was left with a confused look on his face, his holding hands hanging stiffly in the air.

"boom!"

A white car was speeding on the streets of Tokyo at a speed of 90 mph and ran through red lights several times. The drivers behind were so frightened that they cursed wildly.

The car drove to Yayoi Town 2-chome, Nakano District, and abandoned the car on the street of Uchiha Senmon, stumbling towards the Uchiha house.

"We must catch up!"

Seeing the beautiful figure walking slowly outside the courtyard, Uchiha Xianmen seemed to be under a restraining spell, dumbfounded, and tears flashed in his eyes.

"Xianmen, get off work so early today..."

The Uchiha Senmon hugged Mikoto tightly into his arms, wrapping his arms tightly around her body, as if he was trying to rub the woman into his body.

"Still outside, the old couple is so embarrassed..."

"I seem to have had a long dream..."

Feeling the moisture on her shoulders and the inaudible sobs, Mikoto let the vegetable basket in her hand fall to the ground, hugged Uchiha Senmon with her backhand, her eyes were as gentle as a pool of clear water, and she comforted softly:

"It must be a nightmare. Xianmen, it's okay, I'm here."

Smelling the familiar aroma of the hair, Uchiha Senmon felt that his soul was like a small boat that had survived the storm and finally returned to a beautiful calm harbor.

He and her hugged each other tightly like this.

The romantic and soft lights and snowflakes on Christmas Eve fell on the two of them one after another.

Several passers-by couldn't help but stare at it with curiosity and admiration.

This must be a loving couple.

——

"Kakakaka."

After simply putting on a new piece of clothing and an apron, the cold-tempered Uchiha Senmon helped Mikoto in the kitchen, working very seriously.

His enemies are dozens of shrimps.

Peel off the shrimp shells, carefully remove the shrimp threads, clean them, then wrap them in flour and bread crumbs, and fry them in an oil pan.

This set of movements was smooth and graceful, and he seemed to be an expert.

After finishing the process on his hands, Uchiha Senmon wiped his forehead with the back of his flour-covered hand, turned his face sideways, and found Mikoto staring at him and smiling at him.

"I told you, let me do it. Look, you have flour on your nose."

Mikoto wiped her hands and gently wiped away the pink and white on the tip of the Uchiha Senmon's nose.

She was about to raise her head and hold Mikoto's palm, but Xianmen took care of the oil and flour on her hands and instead used her cheek to rub her soft palm.

After rubbing her husband's handsome face a few times in a funny way, the corners of Mikoto's lips couldn't help but curl up.

After a while, Mikoto met Uchiha Senmon's eyes and looked at him:

"Are you really okay? Xianmen."

"I'm just feeling flustered for no reason. I seem to have lost something precious."

Uchiha Xianmen said gently:

"But when I think about it carefully, nothing happened. It was my mind that was confused."

The happier he is, the more uneasy he feels. He is afraid that this ordinary and happy life will be shattered like glass. Maybe that's why he is so flustered.

This world is too gentle to me, and I am too kind to you.

Although he is only a civil servant who is not above the rank of the Metropolitan Police Department, it is enough to ensure that his family is well off and has enough food and clothing.

Akagi-senpai also takes good care of himself from the university club to work.

The most important thing is that there is a wife who has always been by his side for almost forty years. Nothing makes the Uchiha Sect more relieved than this.

The couple's cooking together was in the final stage, and Uchiha Senmon realized that Christmas dinner was for two people.

"Didn't you prepare for A Ming?"

"Xianmen, you are too ignorant."

Mikoto poked Uchiha Senmon's eyebrows with her index finger, and said in a funny and angry tone:

"A Ming is a college student and is not at home on weekdays. And what kind of day is it tonight? A Ming has a fiancée. How can he go home to be with his old parents?"

After Mikoto's advice, Uchiha Senmen suddenly realized this time.

For couples in love, there is no reason to go home on Christmas Eve.

"Hey, hey, maybe we will all be grandparents by this time next year."

Mikoto raised her nose proudly and analyzed it matter-of-factly:

"Inaba is a very well-behaved and calm child. If it's a girl, it will be as cute as her. If it's a boy, it's not bad. The boys in the Uchiha family are almost the same in appearance."

"We need to consider Aming and Inaba's marriage in advance. Today, the birthrate is not as low as it was back then. It is also very common for college students to get married."

"Speaking of which, that wild girl Nami Liu also got married at the beginning of the year. I almost thought A Ming was married, and Nami Liu can't get married."

Listening to Mikoto's words, Uchiha Senmon's eyes were as gentle as the morning sun in spring.

Soon, Xianmen and Mikoto's Christmas dinner was ready.

Although the Uchiha family eats Japanese food on weekdays, they are inevitably affected by the festive atmosphere on Christmas Eve.

Dinner is an eclectic mix of Japanese and Western cuisine.

Fried tempura, Neapolitan pasta, pan-fried veal steak, raw vegetable salad...

Although there was no turkey or cake, it was rich enough and we also opened a bottle of valuable red wine.

"Xianmen, have you seen honey? I want to make a sauce."

Mikoto rummaged through the cabinets in the kitchen, then turned to Uchiha Senmon and asked.

"Otherwise, I'll go to the supermarket to buy it." Uchiha Senmon stood up and said.

"It's a lot of trouble to go back and forth, forget it."

Mikoto frowned and thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up:

"I remembered that my mother sent wild honey from Mount Arakawa last month. It's on the far left side of the warehouse. Could you please go get it?"

Naturally, the Uchiha Sect didn't say anything and walked to a warehouse with a backyard.

The warehouse stores things that are not used at home temporarily. Although there is a lot of debris, it is cleaned frequently and placed in an orderly manner.

The Uchiha Senmon immediately spotted the jar containing wild honey and picked it up with one hand.

Just when Uchiha Senmon was about to turn around and leave, his eyes accidentally glanced.

I saw a white round fan as tall as one person hanging on another wall. On the round fan, there were symmetrical left and right, and there were three mysterious patterns formed by black magatama.

"This is...a souvenir from my hometown."

The Uchiha Sect stepped forward curiously and looked at the flame fan carefully:

"Did it come with honey? What's the use of such a big round fan? The workmanship is extremely exquisite..."

Uchiha's ancestors were craftsmen who weaved round fans, but today, after the death of his uncle, no one eats this bowl of rice anymore.

After a moment, he tentatively stretched out his hand and touched the fan handle.

When his fingertips were only half an inch away from the flame fan, Uchiha Senmen suddenly stopped, his face uncertain.

On a whim, he had an omen that he didn't know whether it was bad or good.

When he picks up this flame fan, the Uchiha sect will no longer be a mortal, and all the happiness he has now will be wiped out.

But there is also a strong sense of mission that drives the Uchiha Sect to pick up this fan handle.

Such contradictory psychology makes the Uchiha Sect feel like it is stuck in its throat.

"It's just a broken fan. Could it be that Fu Sangshen is still hiding there?"

After a while, Uchiha Senmen finally made up his mind and reached out to take off the flame fan from the wall.

The moment he touched the flame fan, Uchiha Senmon felt as if his finger had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and reflexively withdrew his arm.

"Clang!"

The earthen jar in his arms fell heavily to the ground and fell into pieces, and the yellow and transparent wild honey dripped all over the ground.

"Ahhhhh!"

He knelt down on the ground with a painful expression, held his head in his hands, and hissed.

Search the fourth lesson, monsters and evil spirits, extraordinary people, Akatsuki organization...

The Twelve Divine Generals, Taishanfu Junji, Sharingan, Izanagi Uchiha Madara...

Bizarre and absurd memories came flooding in like a tidal wave.

"Stop putting these things in my head! They are all fake!"

The green veins sprouted from the face of Xianmen who was lying on the ground, his eyes were red, and tears were streaming down his face unknowingly.

"Is this world and ordinary happiness real or fake?!"

Mikoto heard the noise and came over. Facing the deepest support in her heart, Uchiha Senmon shouted out all her inner struggle and confusion:

"I can't tell the difference, I really can't tell the difference!!!" (End of this chapter)