"Dad..."
"Hehe... hehe..."
Minato stood at the conference room door, grinning foolishly at his adoptive father. His sharp eyes caught sight of the wound on Danzo's forehead.
He could no longer keep up his awkward smile. He couldn't help it-he really hadn't been trying to become the Shimura Clan's head ahead of schedule.
Last night, Danzo had been holding him in his arms, and a roof beam had been about to crash down on them. In that desperate moment, the Flying Thunder God Mark he had never been able to sense suddenly lit up in his mind.
By the time Minato came to his senses, he was already at the Flying Thunder God waypoint he had set up...
Besides, hadn't he gone back?
And dug Dad out from under the roof beam...
Why are you looking at me like that?
Danzo looked glumly at Minato, who was standing at the door as though being punished. For Minato to master the Flying Thunder God Technique at his age, anyone who saw him would have called him a genius!
He was practically a future pillar of Konoha, with all the makings of a Hokage!
But when had he become such a menace to his own father?
Danzo recalled the "Wind Release genius" Minato he had once taught by the river. He had been so sunny, so sensible...
The Will of Fire had burned fiercely in him, no less brightly than it had in Danzo himself back then.
And now...
Danzo thought of the Shimura Compound. The orphanage construction crew should have started work by now...
I wonder if there's a discount this time...
Danzo stared at the face of this troublesome child, Minato. Maybe I should sign a long-term agreement. What was that thing Takahashi brother mentioned before—insurance?
"Come in!"
Danzo felt