All Hokage in The Chat Group

Ryan's confidence was unshakable, his certainty in claiming first place rooted in one undeniable fact: his world was leagues ahead of the rest.

In his reality, technological progress had shattered the boundaries of imagination. Space exploration was no longer a dream but a reality. Konoha's scientists had constructed fleets of advanced spacecraft capable of traversing beyond the atmosphere. Other worlds still grappled with rudimentary technologies, like chakra cannons.

But Ryan's edge didn't stop at mere space travel. His efforts had driven rapid advancements across multiple fields, thanks to all kinds of technological data he had retrieved from his previous Multiverse expeditions—most notably, from the One Punch Man universe. The research teams in his world had worked tirelessly to integrate this foreign technology, and their results bordered on miraculous. Konaha's grasp of energy manipulation, materials science, and computational power had evolved beyond what even Ryan once thought possible.

With his world's unparalleled progress, Ryan was a powerhouse in every sense of the word. This confidence wasn't baseless—he had dominated three consecutive Multiverse missions, claiming first place each time. The rewards from these victories weren't just accolades; they were treasures that had catapulted his strength and the technological prowess of his home world to unprecedented heights.

The true value, however, lay in the technologies and abilities he had gathered from these alternate realities. If they were ever to be appraised in terms of points, the sheer worth of these assets would easily soar into the millions.

And now, as he stood on the brink of yet another Multiverse mission, Ryan couldn't suppress the swell of excitement building in his chest. What kind of world awaited him this time? What challenges would it bring, and what rewards would he seize? 

Just as his thoughts began to spiral in anticipation, a familiar sensation swept over him—a distant yet unmistakable voice resonated in his mind.

Ryan froze, his pulse quickening as a grin spread across his face. "It's time, isn't it?"

He didn't need to wait long. A glowing notification flickered to life in his mind's eye, the words as clear as if spoken aloud:

[Chat Group Meeting has been reset.]

[Do you want to start a new meeting?]

The familiar chime of the chat group activation resonated in Ryan's ears, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through his veins.

"Finally!" he thought, his heartbeat quickening in anticipation. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

The notification felt like a symphony, every note perfectly in tune with his eagerness. Was there even a question of hesitation? Of course not. Ryan's determination surged as he voiced his command with uncontained enthusiasm.

"Start the meeting now!" he declared, his voice brimming with energy.

No sooner had the words left his lips than the chat group's mechanical tone echoed once more:

[Ding! The Hokage meeting is about to start…]

As the announcement faded into silence, a radiant, kaleidoscopic light filled Ryan's office. The brilliance was dazzling, each color dancing and swirling as it engulfed the space. The glow expanded rapidly, enveloping him entirely in its embrace.

For a fleeting moment, the light grew blindingly intense. Then, with a final, radiant flash, Ryan's consciousness was whisked away, seamlessly merging with the chat group.

Meanwhile, in the First Hokage's world...

Hashirama had been eagerly awaiting this moment for what felt like an eternity. Though seated in the Hokage's office, his attention was far from the endless duties of governance.

Tobirama strode into the room, his expression a mix of exasperation and resigned irritation. His arms were laden with scrolls and documents that he set down with a resounding thud.

"Brother," Tobirama began, his voice sharp and clipped, "if you're going to leave all your responsibilities to me, the least you can do is pretend to care about this village. Instead, here you are, daydreaming about that absurd chat group again."

Hashirama leaned back in his chair, propping one leg casually on the desk as a mischievous grin spread across his face. He waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, come on, Tobirama. Lighten up! When was the last time you laughed? Besides, I'm doing you a favor. Every time I go on one of these missions, I bring back all kinds of interesting stuff for you to study. You should be thanking me!"

Tobirama's brow twitched, the corner of his mouth tightening as if holding back a lecture. "Laughing doesn't unify nations, brother. And last I checked, I'm the one holding this village together while you lounge around like some overgrown child dreaming of your next sparring partner."

Hashirama chuckled, unfazed by the jab. "Dreaming? No, no—strategizing! And besides, sparring partners are hard to come by these days. Peace is… well, it's boring. I mean, we worked so hard to create this world, and now…" He sighed dramatically, resting his chin in his hand. "No one even lasts through a single jutsu."

Tobirama's eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms, his tone as sharp as a kunai. "Yes, how heartbreaking. A world where people are not scrambling to die gloriously at your hands. Truly, peace is a terrible thing."

Hashirama ignored the sarcasm, his grin only widening. "Exactly! You get it, Tobirama. And that's why the chat group is so great. Imagine—a bunch of Hokage from other worlds, discussing crazy missions and their universes. It's way more fun than sitting here stamping papers all day."

Tobirama pinched the bridge of his nose. "Perhaps for you. Meanwhile, some of us are busy ensuring this 'boring peace' doesn't crumble under the weight of neglected government affairs."

Before Hashirama could reply, the familiar chime of the chat group echoed in his mind. His eyes lit up with childlike glee as he leaped from his chair.

"The meeting is finally here!" he exclaimed, practically bouncing on his heels.

Tobirama turned back, a single eyebrow raised. "Don't get too excited, brother. Try to remember that you're a Hokage, not a genin running to his first mission."

Hashirama waved him off as the notification rang clearly in his mind:

[System Notification: Group Admin Ryan has convened a Hokage Chat Meet.]

[All members are required to attend promptly!]

Without hesitation, Hashirama selected the option to join. A radiant burst of light enveloped him, and his consciousness was transported to the meeting space.

As the glow faded, Hashirama smirked to himself. "I wonder if this time, the other Tobirama will actually crack a smile."

Meanwhile, in the world of the Third Hokage, Kakashi...

Kakashi had just returned to his Hokage office, his usual calm demeanor masking the weariness tugging at his body. While most people in his world enjoyed some downtime in preparation for the meeting, Kakashi remained as industrious as ever.

He had only just returned from a mission to the Land of Wind, where he had eliminated two members of the Akatsuki organization. The battle itself hadn't been particularly challenging—his mastery of the Sharingan and years of experience made quick work of his opponents. Plus knowing the entire information about the opponents was cherry on the top—but the endless travel through harsh deserts had been another story. Fatigue weighed heavily on him, but, true to his nature, he showed little outward sign of it.

Collapsing into his chair, Kakashi allowed himself a rare moment of rest. His single visible eye lazily scanned the reports piled on his desk, but before he could muster the energy to deal with them, the voice of the chat group echoed in his mind:

[Group Admin Ryan has initiated a Hokage meeting. Please attend on time!]

Kakashi tilted his head, a faint chuckle escaping his lips as he muttered, "That came fast... Half a year really flew by."

His thoughts drifted briefly, reflecting on how productive the last six months had been. The village had stabilized under his leadership, major threats had been dealt with, and his trust in the younger generation was paying off. A subtle sense of pride flickered in his chest—though, as always, it was tempered by his trademark humility.

Still, there was no time to linger on such musings. Kakashi stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders to shake off the stiffness from travel. "No rest for the weary," he murmured to himself, a tinge of amusement in his voice.

Without hesitation, he activated the option to join the meeting.

A brilliant, multicolored light enveloped him, swirling in radiant patterns as his consciousness left the confines of his office. Moments later, Kakashi found himself standing in the familiar meeting space.

At the same time, in the worlds of the Seventh Hokage Naruto, Road to Ninja Tsunade, Second Hokage Tobirama, and Uchiha Madara...

The notification came through to every Hokage simultaneously, echoing in their minds with a familiar chime:

The meeting is about to begin. Please attend on time!

Each Hokage, in their own world and in their own way, reacted with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. Without a moment's hesitation, they each chose to join the meeting. It had been half a year since the last one, and every last one of them had eagerly awaited this day. The rankings. The rewards. The beginning of the next Multiverse Mission. What surprises would it hold this time?

As the notification faded, a burst of colorful light appeared, enveloping each Hokage in their respective worlds. In a flash, twelve Hokages materialized in the meeting space.

The air seemed to hum with the energy of the long-awaited gathering. Some wore excited grins, while others, like Kakashi, maintained their usual composed demeanor, but there was an undeniable air of anticipation in the room. The wait was finally over.

"It's finally here! Hahaha!" Hashirama laughed heartily, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. His eyes were practically glowing with excitement as he took his seat, a grin spreading from ear to ear.

Tobirama rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. "Brother, it's just a meeting," he said, his tone dry. "Do you really need to be this excited?"

Hashirama's laughter only grew louder as he waved off his younger brother's remark. "You just don't understand, little brother!" he responded, practically bouncing in his seat. "This time, I'm definitely winning first place! And you know what that means—a reward like no other! How could I not be excited?"

The other Hokages, who had been quietly waiting their turn to speak, couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the exchange between the brothers.

Tobirama crossed his arms, his usual sharpness returning. "Don't get ahead of yourself, brother. The first place this time is definitely mine," he said with a scoff, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Naruto, not one to let the older Hokages outdo him, jumped in, his voice full of energy and determination. "Let's be real—this time, first place is mine! I'm taking it!"

Tsunade, who had been silently observing the playful back-and-forth, leaned forward with a confident smile. "You think you have a chance, Naruto?" she said, her tone laced with competitive fire. "It's me winning this time. I've got this in the bag!"

The room erupted into lively chatter as everyone laid claim to first place. It wasn't just friendly competition—it was a heated rivalry that made everyone in the room more eager to start the meeting.

Ryan, the group's moderator, watched them all with a faint, knowing smile.

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