"Everyone had different things they were good at," Minato said, scratching his head.
"And I felt like Flying Thunder God... how should I put it? It just felt like it naturally suited me."
"The Sword of Ninja Love, huh? Yeah, it did suit you." Mirai's mouth twitched.
Thinking back over the past three months, there had indeed been one accident.
About a month ago, when he had first tried long-distance teleportation, something had gone wrong at some stage. When he emerged, he had been covered in blood, his clothes shredded into strips by spatial turbulence, with several cuts pouring blood.
Kushina's face had gone pale at the time. She had rushed over and hugged him.
"Mirai! What happened to you?!"
Naori's expression had changed as well, and she had hurried off to fetch Tsunade.
By the time Tsunade arrived, Mirai had already stopped most of the bleeding with Seal-less Self-Healing, but Tsunade had still given him a vicious scolding.
"What if you'd sliced yourself to pieces? I wouldn't even have been able to stitch you back together!"
"But I didn't get sliced apart," Mirai had said with an awkward laugh.
After that, though, he had practiced for more than another month before finally stabilizing his teleportation success rate. The dizziness remained, but at least he would no longer emerge drenched in blood.
Mirai came back to himself and clapped his hands. "All right, since we succeeded today, my treat—let's go soak in a hot spring!"
"A hot spring?" Kushina's eyes lit up.
"Yeah, the newly opened place at the east end of the village. I heard it's pretty good."
"Sounds great!" Kushina was the first to raise her hand in agreement. "Training these past few days has exhausted me. This is just what we need to relax!"
Naori nodded without