Whichever battlefield it was, once circumstances brought a temporary lull, the ninja responsible for transporting supplies could clearly feel the change. The ninja fighting on the front lines looked noticeably more relaxed, and the atmosphere in the camps had grown more peaceful, losing its earlier tension.
Minato Namikaze had been carrying out transport missions for nearly a week. He had spent that time traveling back and forth with the transport teams. Although he had not taken part in combat, it had been an eye-opening experience for someone who had previously spent all his time at the Ninja Academy. He did not find it boring at all.
The others, however, were not nearly so patient. Once the initial novelty wore off, watching the ninja working on the front lines made them itch to join in. No matter what they told themselves, youthful passion kept surging through them, making them somewhat irrational. By comparison, Minato Namikaze seemed much calmer, almost unlike someone their age.
Perhaps it was his nature, or perhaps his extraordinary talent had made him mature earlier than his peers. His upbringing had played a part as well. When he was born, Konoha Ninja Village was undergoing reforms, and the commercial enterprises receiving its support urgently needed workers. His father had been one of them. Through hard work, he had built a livelihood in Konoha Ninja Village. Remembering the hardships of those early years, he had taught Minato Namikaze how to conduct himself from childhood.
After entering the Ninja Academy, Minato Namikaze encountered even more fascinating knowledge and was deeply drawn to it. He loved reading, especially the works published by the Third Hokage. All those books had broadened his knowledge and enriched his inner world, which might have been another reason for his early maturity.
Minato Namikaze believed that