“You did it!”
“Way to go, kid!”
“I bet you're even gonna become Hokage!”
“We'd be dead if it weren't for you!”
The horde of Konoha ninja that had now claimed victory due to the intervention of Minato and his team, celebrated their triumph and sang praises of the Yellow Flash. The blonde returned their adulation with only a warm smile as he made his way through the network of tents they set up on the night that followed the battle. He was in search of the leader of the Konoha troops. The blonde dragged his feet forward until his footfalls brought him to a particular tent that was distinct from all others due to the large Uchiha clan crest that was painted on it. “I'm coming in Fugaku-san.”
“Ah, Minato.” responded the cracked voice of the man who dwelt in the pavilion in a bland tone. He was a man of average build and height, his frame hidden by the standard Konoha uniform. The only difference from the normal attire was the fact that the Uchiha clan symbol was carved into the fabric covering his upper arm instead of the Uzumaki clan symbol. He had light skin and half dimmed eyes which were partially covered by strands of grey black hair that fell slightly in front if his face. A pronounced crease was visible underneath each eye and his face was framed by his bangs, which ran down both sides of his face and stopped just beneath his chin.
Minato entered the tent, his eyes shifting meticulously to every corner of the pavilion. Fugaku was seated behind a table, a map laid out in front of him and beside the map were many scrolls. A lantern was also positioned amongst the scrolls to provide light for him. Behind his desk were some half unzipped bags which contained clothes and other provisions. A large piece of cloth was laid out on the ground where he presumably slept.
“We are grateful for your efforts on the field today.” thanked the Uchiha clan leader as he stood up, emerged from behind his desk and offered a hand to the blonde. His face, however, revealed no emotion whatsoever.
Minato smiled and shook the outstretched hand. “It was not only my efforts that gave us victory.” responded the blonde. Silence then fell on both shinobi, the only slightly audible sound being that of the flickering flame of Fugaku's lantern.
“I was a bit wary of the fact that only a small unit was sent to provide support for our squadron but the results were impressive. I guess I have to admit that I severely underestimated the abilities of your team.” praised the Uchiha clan leader.
“If any one deserves all this, it would be Nara Tekka. His brilliant mind was responsible for the strategy that wrought our victory today.” responded the blonde with a nervous smile. “In any case, there are several things I came here to discuss with you.” his face immediately lost all expression and became blank, warm eyes turning ice cold in an instant.
“Of course. I hardly believed this was a mere social call. Fire away.”
“Our forces have to retreat.” said Minato flatly, his eyes narrowed into a piercing glare as his gaze met the Uchiha's.
“Retreat? We just annihilated the bulk of Iwagakure's attack force. Why should we run away now?” asked Fugaku, his tone scarcely concealing his anger. “We should march right into Iwagakure and kill whoever stands in our way!”
“That is true, however, only about eight hundred of our shinobi survived today's battle. Onoki is no mere shinobi, I fought him and barely managed to inflict a wound on him. Our numbers will mean nothing before his Dust Release.” explained Minato, his tone even and his eyes unblinking as they matched the Uchiha's cold look.
“I hardly think one man would make a vast difference in a battle involving so many ninja. He isn't all powerful just because you couldn't beat him.” shrugged Fugaku, a condescending look directed at the blonde jonin before him and his face twisted into an annoyed scowl.
“Fugaku-san,” Minato began, “About four thousand Konoha ninja were sent to fight that battle and about four thousand Iwa ninja were their opponents. Konoha was about one thousand by the time my team came to provide support and Iwa still numbered two thousand. This means that they were able to reduce us to only a quarter of our ninja and they lost only half of theirs. That should tell you that the Iwa ninja are stronger than our Konoha ninja.“ the Yellow Flash paused for a breath. “That alone would be bad enough but we all know that Onoki isn't against hiring powerful S-Rank criminals to do his bidding in times of war. I've had to fight and kill many traitor shinobi he hired to assassinate me. Who knows what kind of ninja he might have hired to protect Iwagakure. We have eight hundred shinobi, they have at least a thousand left in addition to Onoki and probably a few extremely powerful criminals on the Tsuchikage's payroll. We don't stand a chance.”
A silence followed, the tension hanging in the air almost tangible, as Minato's words sank into Fugaku. “I will convene with my trusted subordinates.” came the reply from the Uchiha, his tone as bland and empty as when their conversation began. “Goodnight.” he added as he abruptly turned away from the blonde, the silent movement signalling the end of their conversation. The faint sound of the ruffled canvass that covered the entrance of the tent alerted the clan leader of the fact Yellow Flash had taken his leave. Silence fell upon the Dojutsu user as he stood motionless, in the middle of his abode, his head turned upwards as he pondered the wisest course of action to take.
At a relaxed and leisurely pace, Minato headed to his tent, where he knew comfort awaited him; his tent was as large and spacious as that of the medics. According to the Konoha forces, it was a small token of their gratitude for all he did during the battle and his efforts at refusing their gift were to no avail. Strangely, they also offered that Kushina should stay with him as well but no one else should be allowed. The 'thumbs-up' he received from a few of the male shinobi at this suggestion made him very, very, very uncomfortable. He shook his head and sighed as he finally arrived at the large pavilion.
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.
The sun alighted from beneath the horizon, bringing dull rays of light with it as it very much slowly ascended from the beyond. Minato was still asleep in only a pair of trousers, eyes shut, lying peacefully on his side while pressed up against Kushina, arm gently wrapped around her. The man stirred as he slowly awoke upon hearing the indistinct sound of his name. The voice seemed to grow louder as Minato became more and more aware of its presence. “Minato-sensei, Minato sensei.” it whined. From the shrill, anxious nature of the voice, the blonde surmised it belonged Obito.
His eyes slowly opened, revealing bright cerulean orbs. His face twisted into a slight grimace, apparently consciousness was not very thrilling. Arms were outstretched as he let out a long yawn. He struggled against dreariness and managed to drag to his feet. His legs pulled him, somewhat reluctantly, towards the entrance of the tent, feet dragging lazily as he motioned to attend to his Uchiha pupil who was still shouting his teachers name from outside the pavilion.
With a ruffling sound, the entrance of the pavilion opened, allowing one Minato Namikaze to emerge from it. Cerulean eyes narrowed as the rays of the emerging sun entered them and his hair seemed to take on a brighter shade of yellow as his tresses basked in the rays of the rising sun.
Minato saw Obito standing before him, already fully dressed in his usual bright blue attire, orange googles obscuring his pitch black eyes, a Konoha headband wrapped around his forehead. Minato felt a bit ashamed; he had only just awoken from sleep but his laziest pupil was already fully ready for the day. “What is it, Obito?” he drawled out, his tone brimming with lethargy as he gave the boy a tired look.
“Fugaku-san has called all our forces to assemble immediately.” the Uchiha chunnin replied hastily before running off. “Just wanted to let you know.” he added as he hurried away.
Minato examined the network of tents around him and saw all the Konoha shinobi were emerging from it, moving towards the centre of the camp for the gathering at Fugaku's command. With a sigh, he retreated back into the tent in order to wear more presentable clothing. The inside of the tent was almost completely bare. A large blanket laid on the floor served as a bed of sorts, two bags were shoved in the corner and that was it. It really was a complete waste to pitch such a large tent for only two people, especially since both individuals were Fuinnjutsu masters who had sealed most of their possessions into pieces of paper. He sighed again as he heard a rumble in his belly. Of course, he was hungry.
The blonde grabbed a black form fitting short-sleeved shirt from one of the bags and draped himself with it. He considered waking Kushina up for the meeting Fugaku called, but decided against it. Silent footsteps allowed him to exit the pavilion, intent on joining his comrades to hear what Commander Fugaku had to say.
The gathered shinobi were in a stir, murmurs and indistinct chattering filling the air. A gentle breeze wafted through the gathering as they continued to await the Commander's address. A puff of smoke appeared before the crowd of shinobi, dissipating to reveal Uchiha Fugaku himself, dressed his usual attire; standard Konoha shinobi clothing with the Konoha Military Police insignia on his shoulders as well as a face lacking any sort of emotion.
Silence befell the crowd upon his arrival via the Body Flicker Technique. At this moment, Minato joined the gathered ninja. Standing behind the crowd, he was hindered from seeing the man adressing the gathered shinobi but he was within hearing distance.
Fugaku scanned his assembled forces, their current numbers an embarrassment compared to how many they were when they invaded the Earth Country. In that moment, he recalled the grim night that followed one of their most intense confrontations. How reports of countless lives lost began to flood in. Many good men and women were killed over the last few days of ruthless battle, even fellow Uchiha like himself. He found his teeth grinding against each other as anger burned within him towards to ninja of Iwagakure. He would slaughter every single one of them if he could. If only he could. “The reason I gathered you here is to tell you that we will not be going forward with our Iwagakure Invasion Plan. We will be returning to Konoha as soon as possible.”
To Be Continued
“Way to go, kid!”
“I bet you're even gonna become Hokage!”
“We'd be dead if it weren't for you!”
The horde of Konoha ninja that had now claimed victory due to the intervention of Minato and his team, celebrated their triumph and sang praises of the Yellow Flash. The blonde returned their adulation with only a warm smile as he made his way through the network of tents they set up on the night that followed the battle. He was in search of the leader of the Konoha troops. The blonde dragged his feet forward until his footfalls brought him to a particular tent that was distinct from all others due to the large Uchiha clan crest that was painted on it. “I'm coming in Fugaku-san.”
“Ah, Minato.” responded the cracked voice of the man who dwelt in the pavilion in a bland tone. He was a man of average build and height, his frame hidden by the standard Konoha uniform. The only difference from the normal attire was the fact that the Uchiha clan symbol was carved into the fabric covering his upper arm instead of the Uzumaki clan symbol. He had light skin and half dimmed eyes which were partially covered by strands of grey black hair that fell slightly in front if his face. A pronounced crease was visible underneath each eye and his face was framed by his bangs, which ran down both sides of his face and stopped just beneath his chin.
Minato entered the tent, his eyes shifting meticulously to every corner of the pavilion. Fugaku was seated behind a table, a map laid out in front of him and beside the map were many scrolls. A lantern was also positioned amongst the scrolls to provide light for him. Behind his desk were some half unzipped bags which contained clothes and other provisions. A large piece of cloth was laid out on the ground where he presumably slept.
“We are grateful for your efforts on the field today.” thanked the Uchiha clan leader as he stood up, emerged from behind his desk and offered a hand to the blonde. His face, however, revealed no emotion whatsoever.
Minato smiled and shook the outstretched hand. “It was not only my efforts that gave us victory.” responded the blonde. Silence then fell on both shinobi, the only slightly audible sound being that of the flickering flame of Fugaku's lantern.
“I was a bit wary of the fact that only a small unit was sent to provide support for our squadron but the results were impressive. I guess I have to admit that I severely underestimated the abilities of your team.” praised the Uchiha clan leader.
“If any one deserves all this, it would be Nara Tekka. His brilliant mind was responsible for the strategy that wrought our victory today.” responded the blonde with a nervous smile. “In any case, there are several things I came here to discuss with you.” his face immediately lost all expression and became blank, warm eyes turning ice cold in an instant.
“Of course. I hardly believed this was a mere social call. Fire away.”
“Our forces have to retreat.” said Minato flatly, his eyes narrowed into a piercing glare as his gaze met the Uchiha's.
“Retreat? We just annihilated the bulk of Iwagakure's attack force. Why should we run away now?” asked Fugaku, his tone scarcely concealing his anger. “We should march right into Iwagakure and kill whoever stands in our way!”
“That is true, however, only about eight hundred of our shinobi survived today's battle. Onoki is no mere shinobi, I fought him and barely managed to inflict a wound on him. Our numbers will mean nothing before his Dust Release.” explained Minato, his tone even and his eyes unblinking as they matched the Uchiha's cold look.
“I hardly think one man would make a vast difference in a battle involving so many ninja. He isn't all powerful just because you couldn't beat him.” shrugged Fugaku, a condescending look directed at the blonde jonin before him and his face twisted into an annoyed scowl.
“Fugaku-san,” Minato began, “About four thousand Konoha ninja were sent to fight that battle and about four thousand Iwa ninja were their opponents. Konoha was about one thousand by the time my team came to provide support and Iwa still numbered two thousand. This means that they were able to reduce us to only a quarter of our ninja and they lost only half of theirs. That should tell you that the Iwa ninja are stronger than our Konoha ninja.“ the Yellow Flash paused for a breath. “That alone would be bad enough but we all know that Onoki isn't against hiring powerful S-Rank criminals to do his bidding in times of war. I've had to fight and kill many traitor shinobi he hired to assassinate me. Who knows what kind of ninja he might have hired to protect Iwagakure. We have eight hundred shinobi, they have at least a thousand left in addition to Onoki and probably a few extremely powerful criminals on the Tsuchikage's payroll. We don't stand a chance.”
A silence followed, the tension hanging in the air almost tangible, as Minato's words sank into Fugaku. “I will convene with my trusted subordinates.” came the reply from the Uchiha, his tone as bland and empty as when their conversation began. “Goodnight.” he added as he abruptly turned away from the blonde, the silent movement signalling the end of their conversation. The faint sound of the ruffled canvass that covered the entrance of the tent alerted the clan leader of the fact Yellow Flash had taken his leave. Silence fell upon the Dojutsu user as he stood motionless, in the middle of his abode, his head turned upwards as he pondered the wisest course of action to take.
At a relaxed and leisurely pace, Minato headed to his tent, where he knew comfort awaited him; his tent was as large and spacious as that of the medics. According to the Konoha forces, it was a small token of their gratitude for all he did during the battle and his efforts at refusing their gift were to no avail. Strangely, they also offered that Kushina should stay with him as well but no one else should be allowed. The 'thumbs-up' he received from a few of the male shinobi at this suggestion made him very, very, very uncomfortable. He shook his head and sighed as he finally arrived at the large pavilion.
.
.
.
The sun alighted from beneath the horizon, bringing dull rays of light with it as it very much slowly ascended from the beyond. Minato was still asleep in only a pair of trousers, eyes shut, lying peacefully on his side while pressed up against Kushina, arm gently wrapped around her. The man stirred as he slowly awoke upon hearing the indistinct sound of his name. The voice seemed to grow louder as Minato became more and more aware of its presence. “Minato-sensei, Minato sensei.” it whined. From the shrill, anxious nature of the voice, the blonde surmised it belonged Obito.
His eyes slowly opened, revealing bright cerulean orbs. His face twisted into a slight grimace, apparently consciousness was not very thrilling. Arms were outstretched as he let out a long yawn. He struggled against dreariness and managed to drag to his feet. His legs pulled him, somewhat reluctantly, towards the entrance of the tent, feet dragging lazily as he motioned to attend to his Uchiha pupil who was still shouting his teachers name from outside the pavilion.
With a ruffling sound, the entrance of the pavilion opened, allowing one Minato Namikaze to emerge from it. Cerulean eyes narrowed as the rays of the emerging sun entered them and his hair seemed to take on a brighter shade of yellow as his tresses basked in the rays of the rising sun.
Minato saw Obito standing before him, already fully dressed in his usual bright blue attire, orange googles obscuring his pitch black eyes, a Konoha headband wrapped around his forehead. Minato felt a bit ashamed; he had only just awoken from sleep but his laziest pupil was already fully ready for the day. “What is it, Obito?” he drawled out, his tone brimming with lethargy as he gave the boy a tired look.
“Fugaku-san has called all our forces to assemble immediately.” the Uchiha chunnin replied hastily before running off. “Just wanted to let you know.” he added as he hurried away.
Minato examined the network of tents around him and saw all the Konoha shinobi were emerging from it, moving towards the centre of the camp for the gathering at Fugaku's command. With a sigh, he retreated back into the tent in order to wear more presentable clothing. The inside of the tent was almost completely bare. A large blanket laid on the floor served as a bed of sorts, two bags were shoved in the corner and that was it. It really was a complete waste to pitch such a large tent for only two people, especially since both individuals were Fuinnjutsu masters who had sealed most of their possessions into pieces of paper. He sighed again as he heard a rumble in his belly. Of course, he was hungry.
The blonde grabbed a black form fitting short-sleeved shirt from one of the bags and draped himself with it. He considered waking Kushina up for the meeting Fugaku called, but decided against it. Silent footsteps allowed him to exit the pavilion, intent on joining his comrades to hear what Commander Fugaku had to say.
The gathered shinobi were in a stir, murmurs and indistinct chattering filling the air. A gentle breeze wafted through the gathering as they continued to await the Commander's address. A puff of smoke appeared before the crowd of shinobi, dissipating to reveal Uchiha Fugaku himself, dressed his usual attire; standard Konoha shinobi clothing with the Konoha Military Police insignia on his shoulders as well as a face lacking any sort of emotion.
Silence befell the crowd upon his arrival via the Body Flicker Technique. At this moment, Minato joined the gathered ninja. Standing behind the crowd, he was hindered from seeing the man adressing the gathered shinobi but he was within hearing distance.
Fugaku scanned his assembled forces, their current numbers an embarrassment compared to how many they were when they invaded the Earth Country. In that moment, he recalled the grim night that followed one of their most intense confrontations. How reports of countless lives lost began to flood in. Many good men and women were killed over the last few days of ruthless battle, even fellow Uchiha like himself. He found his teeth grinding against each other as anger burned within him towards to ninja of Iwagakure. He would slaughter every single one of them if he could. If only he could. “The reason I gathered you here is to tell you that we will not be going forward with our Iwagakure Invasion Plan. We will be returning to Konoha as soon as possible.”
To Be Continued
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