In a Mental World filled with endless white...
Minato Namikaze leaned on his greatsword, panting with difficulty, utterly unlike his previous composure.
Because his opponent was a truly formidable enemy.
Even though his body felt no fatigue whatsoever.
Within the Mental World.
Minato Namikaze's inner reactions were the most genuine.
His exhausted appearance proved the extent of his martial power.
"If it were me... I would never give up."
In this world wrapped in white light, a voice appeared.
The voice slowly took form, becoming its owner.
He stood behind Minato Namikaze, with their backs turned to each other.
It was a boy's voice.
A boy.
He was somewhat short and slightly plump.
His appearance was unremarkable.
Put him in a crowd, and he would be nothing more than a lowly extra.
Judging by his age, he looked no older than thirteen or fourteen.
"No matter how desperate the situation becomes..."
Beside the boy stood a little girl.
She had delicate features and could only be considered average-looking at best.
She was likewise the kind of inconspicuous extra character.
But these two...
Had stirred Minato Namikaze's memories.
Why they had appeared in Minato Namikaze's mind was a complete mystery.
Was it merely a coincidence? Or Genjutsu?
Or perhaps the "Singularity" created when Kamui copied this world?
"Hold tightly to your dreams..."
"And... no matter when, you must never abandon your pride as a shinobi."
"Mm, although you haven't achieved victory yet... that only has to do with your heart..."
The boy patted his own chest.
The girl nodded. "Hey... Minato, do you want us to lend you a hand..."
"..."
Minato Namikaze, leaning on his greatsword, shook his head firmly.
Gripping the greatsword, he struggled to straighten himself.
"He's just some nobody without a reputation. Taking him down will be