When I was five years old, my mother took me to get married.
The night before the wedding, I had a long talk with that blond guy with a bad temper:
"First of all, it's not about getting married, it's about you getting married."
Stepfather: "I have no objection."
"Secondly, I know that I was adopted. It was Kushina who cried bitterly and insisted on raising the last orphan of the Uzumaki Country. If you have biological children in the future, you must treat them equally."
Stepdad: "I have no objection. You are basically raised by me. Your mother is so young, how can you prepare milk powder and change diapers?"
"Very good," I said very satisfied. This is the benefit of having an acquaintance become a stepfather. "Do you have a house?"
"Two floors, your room faces south."
"Where's work?"
"I used to be a jounin, but I was recently promoted."
"You have to work harder," I felt I had an obligation to remind him, "I heard that the third generation's beloved disciple Orochimaru is also running for Hokage. The damn high-level officials like to implement the hereditary system. Is this reasonable?"
"Didn't your mother tell you?" Said the stepfather, "I am now the Yondaime. I heard that people outside have begun to call you Princess Konoha. Congratulations, you are the second one after Tsunade-hime."
Me: "..."
Me: "Dad."
The Fourth Generation: "Do you still think the hereditary system of Hokage is unreasonable?"
Purpose: To expose the ugly face of vested interests