The Grand Name Prefecture's Banquet

The Yin Seal required two years of training.

During that time, the seal mark had to be steadily condensed without interruption.

It was difficult to accomplish on the battlefield.

Now that the war situation had stabilized, it was time to begin training.

After all...

Guy glanced slightly at Minato Namikaze beside him.

Two years from now, another great battle awaited him.

The Nine-Tails Attack!

Although Obito had not fallen into darkness because of his intervention, Madara and Black Zetsu definitely would not give up.

When a jinchuriki gave birth, the seal was at its weakest!

They would surely make a move then.

"Captain Minato, I'm fine now. Let's head over too."

Guy stopped thinking about it and spoke as he shook his bandaged right hand.

Minato Namikaze nodded slightly, and the two headed toward the neighboring courtyard together.

By then, a spacious room had been cleared out and fitted with long tables.

Under the arrangements of the Land of Rice Fields' daimyo and White Fang, the Konoha ninja had already taken their seats.

Servants continuously brought in exquisite dishes from outside.

Guy and Minato Namikaze had just entered.

When they saw the scene, both of them paused slightly.

Minato Namikaze's brow visibly furrowed.

Refugees were piled up outside.

This reception was somewhat extravagant.

But it was not his place to say much.

When the Land of Rice Fields' daimyo saw them arrive, he immediately trotted over eagerly.

"Lord Minato, Lord Guy, your seats have already been prepared. Please follow me."

Guy waved his hand at that.

"Captain Minato, I won't be going. I'll sit with Obito and the others."

Minato Namikaze nodded slightly and did not insist, leaving with the Land of Rice Fields' daimyo.

Guy walked toward Ebisu and Obito's table.

"Guy, how are you?"

The moment he appeared,