Thanks for Your Hard Work, Naruto

Obito's face behind the mask visibly stiffened.

In all of Konoha, other than their Big Sis Kushina, was there even a second person with the surname Uzumaki?

Then where the hell had this Uzumaki kid popped out from, a crack in a rock?

The gentle smile Minato always wore finally became a little hard to maintain.

He turned to Kushina, his eyes filled with a silent question: Was this child a lost member of the Uzumaki bloodline?

Kushina naturally understood what her husband meant.

She stood there in a daze for a long while, her thoughts a complete mess, yet her chin nodded instinctively as if it had a will of its own.

The unique Chakra fluctuations of the Uzumaki could not be faked. She already had an answer in her heart regarding his bloodline.

But even if they were both Uzumaki, the strange feeling she had now was far too intense.

From the moment she first saw this kid, an indescribable shiver had seeped through the gaps in her bones.

It was as though some invisible string within her body was being forcefully pulled together through skin and flesh.

And then there was that name.

Naruto...

Minato had spent countless days and nights poring over ancient texts, read who knew how many of his master Jiraiya's works, and crossed out countless candidates before solemnly settling on that name.

Yet this kid had casually stated it, and it did not feel the least bit out of place.

How could such an absurd coincidence exist?

Kushina did not know what expression she was wearing. She only felt that it was ridiculous, even a little creepy.

A sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boy had appeared out of nowhere, bearing Uzumaki blood and carrying that one-of-a-kind name, yet she could not feel even the slightest