Old Man, Don't Tell Me How to Do Things!

As the second-generation heir of an intelligence family, Inoichi Yamanaka possessed a strong sense of superiority and placed great importance on the authenticity of intelligence.

He looked down on people who passed along false intelligence.

Shikaku Nara opened his dead-fish eyes and spoke listlessly.

"Do you think not having class is a good thing? We'll have to go into the mountains and hide in underground shelters."

"Those shelters are tiny. Everyone will be crammed together with barely any room to move. To avoid being discovered by the enemy, we won't even be allowed to make a sound."

"Summer is coming, and the weather is already scorching. The temperature underground will probably exceed forty degrees Celsius. Staying in that kind of place for an entire day would be hell!"

Choza Akimichi, munching on potato chips, cut in with a question.

"Can we eat potato chips in there?"

Shikaku Nara smiled mockingly.

"Of course not. Since we don't know how long we'll have to hide there, all your chips will have to be handed over as emergency rations."

"Ah, you're actually taking my chips? Then I'm not going to evacuate..."

Namikaze Minato raised his fist high, his gaze resolute as he declared righteously.

"If ninjas really invade, I won't evacuate. I'll fight for Konoha!"

Several girls let out a wave of lovestruck squeals at his words.

"Minato is so handsome!"

"Minato is a hero!"

"Minato is so brave!"

Kushina Uzumaki, following at the back of the crowd, pouted unhappily.

She still held a grudge over Namikaze Minato watching helplessly as she was bullied, and she was full of resentment toward him.

She felt he was the kind of person who said all the right things but never actually did anything.

Kushina Uzumaki hated hypocritical people like that most, and she cursed him