The vast hall stood empty, with only Minato and Miki Yūya remaining.
The smells of the lively banquet still lingered in the air.
Miki Yūya stood up, looked at Minato Namikaze nearby, then glanced behind himself. Shit, no teammates. How am I supposed to play the troublemaker now?
Minato stood where he was, a kunai gripped in his hand, his mind racing through possibilities.
Mukade was from the future.
The Miki Yūya before him was probably from the future too.
Everything out of this man's mouth concerned Konoha's internal affairs-the Third Hokage, the Hyuga.
Minato took a deep breath and spoke gravely.
"Everything you mentioned... those are things that will happen in the future. You came here from the future too, didn't you?"
Miki Yūya readily admitted it.
"Yeah, I'm from the future. What, scared?"
"Did you suddenly realize the Konoha you're so proud of is actually a fucking mess?"
Minato's brows knitted tightly. He felt awful, but he still tried earnestly to reason with him.
"I don't know what happened in the future to make you hate Konoha so much."
"But Konoha has never been what you think it is. Everyone in the village is fighting to protect our peace, and Lord Third has always done his best to keep the village going..."
Before he could finish, Miki Yūya brutally cut him off.
"Oh, spare me. Stop acting so noble. It makes me sick."
Miki Yūya looked utterly impatient and unleashed a torrent of abuse. As a villager himself, how could he not know what Konoha was like?
"Everyone's trying their best?"
"Only a handful of suckers are trying! The rest are coasting through life, fighting among themselves and stabbing each other in the back!"
"And you, Minato Namikaze. You're an even bigger joke."
"Your talent is off the