"Kushina!" Minato Namikaze cried out. Within the spatial vortex, the two figures swiftly vanished before his eyes.
"Good, the power of Yang Style is still here. It's just that the Tailed Beast's chakra inside me is gone." Naruto Uzumaki, still in an infant's body, thought to himself. He struggled to speak, but only infantile whimpers came out.
Even though the inheritance of Yang Style remained, the fact that he had just been born could not be changed. His body had yet to develop, making it impossible for him to defy nature and speak.
To Minato Namikaze, however, this naturally looked like a baby about to start crying. As a first-time father, he had no experience soothing children. He could only awkwardly hold Naruto and gently rock him, whispering, "Be good, Naruto. I'll bring your mother back right away. Sleep well at home, and when you wake up, your mother and I will be right in front of you."
As he spoke soothingly, the Flying Thunder God had already activated. He reappeared at home, placed Naruto in the prepared cradle, and smiled. "Be good at home, Naruto. Your mother and I will be back soon."
The instant he turned around, his gaze became sharp. A Flying Thunder God Kunai appeared in his hand, and his figure vanished in a flash of golden light.
"Waa... waa... waa..."
Naruto struggled to sit up, his tiny face scrunched into a ball. His heart was practically collapsing right now. He could clearly sense that neither his chakra nor his strength had diminished. Asura's inheritance had been imprinted directly into the depths of his soul; as long as the essence of his soul remained unchanged, the source of Yang Style would not disappear.
But he was only an infant now, his body in its most primitive