After eating two bowls of ramen to fill his stomach, Houka lay on the beach, basking in the sun out of sheer boredom. To his left, Minato Namikaze was sparring with Shisui. To his right, his two hundred Shadow Clones were grunting and yelling as they trained with all kinds of Rasengan.
Rasenshuriken, Wind Release: Rasengan Shuriken, Lightning Release: Rasenshuriken—every one of them had to be studied carefully. One careless mistake and they would explode. Those Shadow Clones really had it rough.
Houka yawned.
"Houka, you really are idle."
A cool yet oddly sinister voice came from behind him.
Houka jolted and hurriedly put on a solemn expression, pointing at the two hundred Shadow Clones to his right as he shouted, "Hey, you guys! You there! What are you looking at? I'm talking to you! A Rasenshuriken is supposed to turn the Rasengan into the shape of a shuriken. Look at the sorry state of the Rasengan in your hands! Don't you have any fucking self-awareness?"
Seeing Houka's righteous expression, Kushina was both annoyed and amused. After all these years, how was Houka still like this?
It really made her want to land a whole combo on his face!
Then, with a hum, she pulled a letter from her clothes.
"Houka, take this."
Seeing that Kushina had not exploded, Houka immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
He took the letter. There was no writing on the envelope, so he asked curiously, "What is this?"
"A letter. I wrote it," Kushina said matter-of-factly.
Hearing that, Houka said somewhat awkwardly, "Well, if you have something to say, just say it. I can take it. There's no need to write a letter especially for it."
As he spoke, Houka kept secretly glancing toward Minato Namikaze.
Kushina's red hair instantly began to dance like