Inoichi gave him a sidelong glance that was far too expressive for 5 in the morning. “As you say, Hokage-sama.”
Minato considered explaining. He was too tired.
‘Kushina, I wish you were here for this. You’re laughing at me, aren’t you?’
There was no sign of her, of course, other than the ache in his soul where they should be touching. He pressed his lips together and waited for the genin he’d chosen to be brought in.