Mount Myōboku, Toad House.
"Oh, this must be Naruto. He looks so much like Minato. What a sunny young fellow." Sage Shima walked out of the kitchen, carrying a large plate in each of her tiny frog hands.
"Come see what you'd like to eat. When little Minato came here back then, he loved this old lady's cooking." A nostalgic look appeared on Shima's face.
Back when Minato had come to Mount Myōboku to train, the two sages had instructed him as well.
Minato had always praised Shima's cooking back then. Often, in the brief moment she lowered her head, he would finish every dish in front of him.
And Minato had been a very considerate child. Although both elders kept saying it was no trouble, he often chose to use Flying Thunder God to go home for meals.
"You two sages have already gone to so much trouble to guide my training. I'd feel bad making Sage Shima cook even more food every day. Besides, the person I like is waiting for me at home."
Back then, Minato's sunny smile had successfully brought tears to both sages' eyes. What a good child. He was so much better than Jiraiya had been with all his clamoring.
"Go on, then. Still, making a few extra dishes once in a while is no trouble. Remember to bring your sweetheart to visit Mount Myōboku when you have time."
The two sages thought highly of Minato. Both had powerful sensory abilities, and when Minato mentioned the person he liked, that sincere feeling-which he called liking but had actually already reached the level of love-could not lie.
He was simply worlds better than little Jiraiya, who had clamored about going back to play with his friends, only to secretly read Make-Out Books and skulk around