Nawaki slumped his shoulders and said weakly,
"Sensei loves research. He said that if I wanted to learn his skills, I had to get used to this first.
I'll have to face corpses and conduct research sooner or later, so he put me here to help me adapt in advance."
I knew it. So Orochimaru was behind this.
Making his own disciple guard the morgue—Orochimaru really was a damn genius.
"Forget it. Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it!"
Guarding the morgue was still better than going to the battlefield. At least they did not need to constantly watch out for enemies.
Nor did they have to endure wind and rain. Other than being a little creepy, it was fine—just rather boring.
"Chiyue, are things going well between you and Kushina?"
Perhaps because he was bored and wanted something to talk about, Nawaki brought Kushina into the conversation.
The smile on Minato's face slowly froze. He lowered his head, his eyes somewhat dejected.
Why did you have to bring that up now?
Why mention Kushina at a time like this?
Mentioning Kushina was one thing, but why ask whether things were going well between her and me?
Stretching lazily, Chiyue answered perfunctorily,
"They've always been going well. Didn't you know?"
"Ahaha, really? That's good. Kushina doesn't have many friends. Only with you around can she truly fit into Konoha."
Realizing that he had said something he should not have, Nawaki felt rather embarrassed.
Minato liked Kushina?
Then he was in trouble. Kushina liked Chiyue.
Nawaki felt that anyone who was not blind could probably see that.
And Uchiha Mikoto liked Chiyue too.
Minato probably did not stand much of a chance.
Not long ago, Minato had been sympathizing with Nawaki.
Now their roles had switched,