Minato's Extraordinary Daily Life

"A section chief from the Administration Department was poisoned and murdered in a tavern?"

Minato rubbed his temples, his head throbbing as if it were about to split open. He wished he could pick up a hammer and give himself a good whack on the head.

He hasn't left this office since eight o'clock in the morning, dealing with endless work all day, and it's almost eight o'clock at night now.

"Oh no, this is terrible... If I remember correctly, we have guests at home today..."

With a heavy sigh, Minato turned his gaze back to the report in his hand.

It's quite unusual for an Administration Department staff member to be poisoned in a tavern, especially since Root's poison experts couldn't identify the poison or how it was administered. This made Minato sense something amiss.

Poison is not uncommon in the Shinobi World, and there are many ninjas who like to use poison. However, most people buy ready-made poison from ninja tool shops, and very few people know how to make their own poison. The preparation of poison is a very profound art. True masters of poison will not use common poisons, but will prepare their own unique poisons.

A deadly poison that has never been heard of or seen before often signifies the existence of a master poison user.

"Before dying, he made contact with a mysterious man in a black trench coat... it seems they made a deal... they lost track of the man in the black trench coat... his appearance was too ordinary to complete the portrait creation..."

Minato was about to curse when he saw this. Were all his subordinates a bunch of incompetent idiots?

It's one thing to not be able to win someone over, but how come they can't even remember what the other person looks like? Were these two guys planted here through connections?

"Go to the medical department and find experts to help us analyze the source of the poison and the method of administration as soon as possible... I hope to see the report on my desk by tomorrow morning."

The Root has personnel specializing in the research and analysis of poisons; however, Konoha's top pharmaceutical research experts are all in the medical department under Tsunade.

"Yes, Lord Commander."

The Root ninja, wearing a red arabesque mask, bowed his head in response and quietly left the room.

To distinguish between the Root and the Anbu, Minato. Unlike the animal masks of the Anbu, the Root's masks were simpler, without fancy designs, and simply decorated with different colored plant patterns.

Minato frowned as he repeatedly looked at the thin report in his hand. After hesitating for a moment, he finally asked the question.

"... A master of poison... Is there anything unusual at the Sand Village embassy?"

When it comes to the use of poison, Sunagakure is undoubtedly number one among the Five Great Ninja Villages. All of Sunagakure's Puppet Master are experts in poisons.

A good Puppet Master must also be a good apothecary; this is a common saying among Puppet Master.

The Sand Village envoys arrived in the village today, and someone was poisoned to death tonight. It's hard not to make some connections.

"... The monitoring personnel didn't report anything unusual; everything seems normal."

A young girl with long brown hair stood by the table, holding a large, heavy folder. She quickly searched through the folders and found the corresponding files, confirming that they matched her memory.

"Is everything alright, Lin? Let me see the report."

The girl is Rin Nohara.

Originally a foundational point in the chaotic ninja world, under the influence of Katsuki's butterfly effect, although she became Minato's student along with Kakashi and Obito after graduating from the Ninja Academy, they subsequently embarked on completely different destinies.

He lived a peaceful life, and soon after being promoted to Chunin, he joined Root and became a member of Minato's secretariat.

As Minato along the fine paper, he squinted and pondered. The clear black and white text on the paper might not be real. It was possible that the Sand Village ninja had nothing to do with this matter, but it was also possible that a skilled member of the Sand Village had used some method to deceive the monitoring personnel.

Which one would be the answer?

Minato became interested.

In recent years, Konoha has become more and more peaceful, and fewer and fewer people dare to cause trouble in Konoha. It has been a long time since he has encountered something that has given him so much trouble.

"Someone come here!"

He tapped the table lightly.

These words were obviously not spoken to Lin.

Before he could finish speaking, a subordinate wearing a mask appeared in the room; the difference was that the mask had green arabesque patterns on it.

"Double the manpower... no, find a few Hyuga Clan. Before they leave the village, I need to have complete control over every move of the Sand Village delegation. Do you understand?"

"Understood, sir."

The Root ninja responded in a deep voice.

Minato nodded in satisfaction and flicked his fingers to signal that he could leave.

"Teacher, it's getting late, do you still want to continue?" Lin, who was standing to the side, whispered a reminder.

"Oh no, oh no!"

He glanced at his watch; the hour hand was almost pointing to eight. Minato immediately panicked.

"Lin, that's all for today's work. You should go home now! Lock the door, I'm going to use Flying Thunder God Technique to leave."

He hastily tidied up the files piled on the table, took the coat hanging on the coat rack, and instead of putting it on, tucked it under his arm. He nodded to Lin, a flash of golden light, and then he was gone, leaving Lin alone in the large office.

Alright, I should go now.

Finally, after helping Minato organize the documents, Rin Nohara checked several times to make sure nothing was missing before turning off the lights, locking the door, and leaving the Root Building.

Soft lighting illuminated the room.

The small room was fully equipped, with tables, chairs, and benches—everything you needed.

The man sat at the table, his sharply defined shoulders trembling slightly. On the table was an open file folder, with documents scattered about.

"... Uzumaki Katsuki... Uzumaki Katsuki, you deserve to die! You deserve to die!"

The deep roar contained an immense hatred and murderous intent.

He held a crumpled photograph in his hand. The person in the photo was none other than Katsuki, but it wasn't a frontal shot; it was just a side profile. It looked like a photo of them drinking, with fluttering cherry blossoms, a laughing expression, and a raised wine glass. It must have been taken during one of their cherry blossom viewing trips.

"Sizzle!"

The photo was torn in two, with one half held in each hand.

"This time you'll pay! The grudge from that day... you'll definitely pay for it!"

The man stuffed all the documents and torn photos into a file folder, then took a scroll from his pocket and sealed the folder, leaving no trace. (To be continued)