Staring at the fox mask on Naruto Uzumaki's face, Minato Namikaze opened his mouth, looking troubled.
It seemed his decision just now really had been a little too hasty. Even without his care, this silly son of his had achieved a great deal. In terms of combat strength alone, he was worthy of being called Kage Level.
But...
Why did he seem so reluctant to use his brain?
Minato Namikaze chose the gentlest way he could to put it.
Was it because both his parents had died that he'd let himself loose and freed his true nature?
No, that wasn't right either.
Narrowing his eyes, Minato Namikaze felt as though he had discovered something crucial.
The fox mask showed signs of wear. Judging by his keen eye, it had been worn for at least a dozen years.
And from the way his silly son radiated foolishness even behind a mask, he couldn't possibly be a gloomy, withdrawn person.
Then there was only one truth.
After his death, someone had exposed the matter of the Jinchūriki, and Naruto had suffered the same treatment Kushina had back then-or even worse.
This son of his was quite something, too.
Then Naruto most likely had a close friend by his side. Based on his own experience, if he copied his own answer, there was an eighty-percent chance that friend had some red element to them.
Naruto had most likely been inseparable from that friend, which was how he had developed his current personality.
At that thought, Minato was no longer in a hurry, even though he had already decided to seal his own memories and let history continue along this course.
Still, there were some things he ought to say to his dear boy.
At the very least, he should stop emptying his head