Konoha Industrial District Seven, family housing compound.
With the hiss of hydraulic pressure releasing, the heavy blast door swung open. Naruto Uzumaki stepped over the threshold, and the stench of high-grade engine oil, gunpowder smoke, and coolant that could have killed a cow was instantly overwhelmed by the warm fragrance of miso soup inside.
He kicked off his tactical combat boots, caked with metal shavings and dried mud, and slipped into soft cotton slippers. He did it with the ease of a mechanic getting off a night shift. No one would have guessed that half an hour earlier, he had ordered half a desert bombarded into molten glass.
Behind him, Minato Namikaze drifted inside.
As a dead man reincarnated through Impure World Reincarnation, the Fourth Hokage instinctively tried to hide himself in the shadows. His feet hovered half an inch above the floor, as though afraid of getting even a speck of dust on it.
"Welcome home."
Hinata Hyuga poked her head out from the kitchen, an apron with a cute little bear printed on it tied around her waist. She hurried over, swept her gaze across Naruto's exhausted face, then naturally held out her hand.
Naruto reflexively stiffened and handed over the document bag marked "Top Secret: Analysis of Dragon Vein Chakra Residual Effects," his tone grave.
"This is top-secret material. After dinner, I need to review—"
"Confiscated."
Hinata gently cut him off, casually tossing the top-secret document concerning the future of the Shinobi World onto the highest cabinet by the entryway. Her tone allowed no argument. "Home is a noncombat zone, Naruto. Here, you are not the commander-in-chief."
Naruto opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only shrug. The tyrannical aura that had nearly made the Raikage flip the table at the Five Kage Summit had