“N-No, Minato, please…”
Her voice trailed off as she kept staring up at him, face contorted into shock and terror. He was a completely changed man; the swords and battle scars were enough to confuse and frighten her already, but then the dragon appeared and she couldn’t help but scream. In her mind she kept telling herself that this was a dream, and that she would wake up, rush to Minato’s cafe, and just feel silly as the baker and waiter that was her dear friend would ask her what was wrong. But then this all felt too real, and she hadn’t remembered falling asleep on a late walk home. Tears started to form in her eyes, feeling herself shake as she took a step towards him.
But then his words have her freezing in place, breath and words caught in her throat as the tears started to slowly spill over. She shook her head, legs feeling so weak that it felt like she could collapse at any moment. “B-But I can’t just do that.” She stated softly, gripping the collar of her shirt. “You’re m-my friend, Minato…I want to know what’s going on, please.”