#namikaze minato [flake sensei]

[konohagakurekakashi]

❝ ...Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die...❞ - Herbert Hoover

[minaa-munch]

I was going through your posts and I really like your Minato! He seems evil. Is he evil really?

Depends on who you ask.~

[konohagakurekakashi]

"Since it's your birthday, how about you pick the place for lunch?" Cue pause as Obito is given the sensei-standard look of behave before he returns his gaze to Kakashi, "Then we can discuss that jutsu you were curious about..."

"Ne?"

[Verse of your choosing. Demo, I had 'Icarus' in mind since it's pure chaos ^^;

The Hatake didn’t react much to the invitation thrown his way, attention fixed on adjusting the wrapping about his ankles, the ends of the trappings discoloured and frayed - no thanks to a wayward fireball jutsu from Obito. Grey hues narrowed as a spark of annoyance ignited in his chest at the thought of his teammate and how much more /work/ it was to dodge his attacks now that he had awakened those eyes of his. Plus, Kakashi never really cared much for birthdays, the day like any other, save for the fact that he was now a year older. He did pause once his sensei alluded to his new jutsu however, the thought of getting Minato's input on how to remedy the tunnel-vision; quenching any and all irritation he might have felt a beat prior.

“…Really?”

He blinked up at the other, lips thinning underneath his mask as he considered his options.

“…Then…I want Imagawayaki, with an eggplant filling.”

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Q for mun and muse! What would your warning labels say?

Minato: Walking Flashbang (because of his bright hair)

Alternative: Can and will literally appear out of nowhere

Mun: Will bite if provoked

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Minato's thoughts when he realized he was going to be a father?

Let it be known that when it comes to parenthood Minato wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. He didn't have any parents, and the closest thing to a father was Jiraiya who also happened to be an active shinobi on the roster.

So here's a mini snippet:

"I have nothing left..."

A voice edged with loss, knuckles white from grasping the handle of the tanto blade. Light hues stare at the bloodied grass where pieces of her comrades lay like broken ceramic.

"Curse you" -- she breathes a whisper as a shadow engulfs her small form. She barely has time to turn before the cold tip of a kunai pierces her throat. Trembling digits rise to grasp at the handle while her lips continue to move.

"Curse you " She gasps, head angling to meet frigid blue hues the only way she can "--curse all that share your blood. May you feel the pain of all the deaths you've caused over...and..ov-"

Gurgle. Swish. Thud.

Minato flicks the blood of his kunai as the severed head of the kunoichi stares listlessly at him from the grass. Dull eyes spare her a glance before silently trudging towards the other chakra points tickling his peripheral.

K̴̛̜̕͝ö̶͖́n̷͍̜͗͑͑ȯ̸̫̕͜h̸̥̎͊a̵̪͎̿͆̇ ̴̦͚̘̓n̷͉̓̚͜o̵͎͙̒̈́̂ ̴͍͔̮̋̈Ķ̴̹̮̉i̶̧͕̞͝i̵̢̾r̵̨̟̍̓́ó̴͕͚͘i̸̢͈̾̔̕ ̶̭̾̈́͘ͅS̵͕̭̥̊̒e̷͔͎̊͗̿n̷͇͍̏k̷̓̚͜͝ō̵̮̙̔̍͝ Pause. Minato blinks, before turning back. The kunoichi's severed head is staring back at him, lips twisting to form words.

K̴̛̜̕͝ö̶͖́n̷͍̜͗͑͑ȯ̸̫̕͜h̸̥̎͊a̵̪͎̿͆̇ ̴̦͚̘̓n̷͉̓̚͜o̵͎͙̒̈́̂ ̴͍͔̮̋̈Ķ̴̹̮̉i̶̧͕̞͝i̵̢̾r̵̨̟̍̓́ó̴͕͚͘i̸̢͈̾̔̕ ̶̭̾̈́͘ͅS̵͕̭̥̊̒e̷͔͎̊͗̿n̷͇͍̏k̷̓̚͜͝ō̵̮̙̔̍͝

Minato instantly takes a flash step back. Ink bleeds from her eyes and bubbles from her hair. Two horns emerge, followed by tendrils of shadows and dusted color, marked sigils of a language lost to humankind.

K̴̛̜̕͝ö̶͖́n̷͍̜͗͑͑ȯ̸̫̕͜h̸̥̎͊a̵̪͎̿͆̇ ̴̦͚̘̓n̷͉̓̚͜o̵͎͙̒̈́̂ ̴͍͔̮̋̈Ķ̴̹̮̉i̶̧͕̞͝i̵̢̾r̵̨̟̍̓́ó̴͕͚͘i̸̢͈̾̔̕ ̶̭̾̈́͘ͅS̵͕̭̥̊̒e̷͔͎̊͗̿n̷͇͍̏k̷̓̚͜͝ō̵̮̙̔̍͝

The head is gone. The reaper shifts its prayer beads to another palm, its eyes bottomless pools of miasma. Timeless. Immortal.

And for all his speed, Minato can't move. Eternity stares back at him with thinly veiled amusement before removing the dagger from its mouth.

K̴̛̜̕͝ö̶͖́n̷͍̜͗͑͑ȯ̸̫̕͜h̸̥̎͊a̵̪͎̿͆̇ ̴̦͚̘̓n̷͉̓̚͜o̵͎͙̒̈́̂ ̴͍͔̮̋̈Ķ̴̹̮̉i̶̧͕̞͝i̵̢̾r̵̨̟̍̓́ó̴͕͚͘i̸̢͈̾̔̕ ̶̭̾̈́͘ͅS̵͕̭̥̊̒e̷͔͎̊͗̿n̷͇͍̏k̷̓̚͜͝ō̵̮̙̔̍͝

The Yondaime awoke with a start, hand grasping at his chest where he could have sworn the Reaper had stabbed him. Frantic blues search for the specter in the dark before a tug at his fingers bid him to breathe.

Breathe. He can make out the shadows of the window sill before his vision slips to the comfort of the stars swathed by shades of blue and purple. He counts each flicker of light under his breath until he can no longer hear his heart race in his ear. Swallowing against his dry throat, Minato raises one hand to his sweat-soaked forehead.

This was the third time he had seen the same dream - no, nightmare. Except the kunoichi was new. The chakra, the blood and the weapons had all felt so real.

And the reaper --

"I'm going to be a mother ttebane!" "And I'm...really going to be a father!"

Ever since Kushina had told him about her pregnancy five days ago, he had been getting nightmares about the reaper killing him in some way or form. He had talked to Inoichi about it, of course. The Jōnin  had simply reassured him that his dreams were related to stress -- most likely about fatherhood, since that is when they had begun, before pointedly adding that it 'served him right' for reading the scrolls Kushina had told him not to touch because they were forbidden, potentially cursed and definitely terrifying.

Considering how the probability of being haunted by the Shinigami was as high as Jiraiya sensei declaring a chastity retreat that lasted the rest of his life, he put more stock in the former. And honestly - who was he kidding? He didn't know the first thing about raising a child. Sure, he had some experience with children - he had taken on a Genin team when he had been promoted to Jōnin, but that hadn't exactly ended well. Two of his kids were dead and the only way to ensure the third didn't end up the same way was to assign him to the ANBU unit under his direct command.

Point being; where he could be entrusted with the safety of an entire village, he could hardly take care of those who mattered most to him. People he loved just kept...slipping from his fingers.

"I'm going to be a mother ttebane!" "And I'm...really going to be a father!"

And by kami, did he want to be one. He wanted to be one so badly. He wanted to start a family with the woman he loved most in the world but was he even strong enough to be able to protect them--

Cue a forceful inhale at the thought, as if the action alone would banish it. Now was not the time to ruminate over his fears. Maybe there were just...unfounded fears. The wars had just ended, they were in relatively peaceful times and there would be nothing to worry about unless someone mucked up - and as the Yondaime, he would not let that happen.

Iie, not just as the Yondaime. Minato raises his hand to wipe the telltale wetness at his lids, only to be met with resistance. Cue a light snore, before dainty fingers tighten around his.

"--stupid fox 'ttebane." Kushina mumbles in the dark. It pulls a faint smile to his lips and he squeezes back, almost as if in reassurance.

He would protect his family. No matter what the costs.

[minaa-munch]

Why couldn't Minato tell Obito was the masked man? Things would have been so much better if he had!

Hm...well, no one expected Obito to survive getting squished by a boulder. However, if you mean why Minato couldn't tell the masked man was Obito despite being a sensor, I reckon it's because Obito's body comprised of different material from before.

Chakra is a form of life energy, ne? Its signature is unique to each individual. By the time Obito - the masked man - came to the village to release Kurama, nearly half of his body comprised of Hashirama left-overs and white zetsu matter. His chakra signature hence, would have been altered and foreign to Minato, the sensor. Logically, there is no way he could have known the masked man was Obito.

At least, that's my (short) take. More on sensory types and Minato as a sensor here.

Add on: Someone recently pointed out to me that during the 4th Shinobi War, Minato was only able to identify Naruto's chakra due to Kurama - I don't discount that one bit. However, I would push back by saying that it wouldn't make sense to disregard his previously exhibited sensory abilities based off that alone. There isn't enough evidence.

To each their own, ne? 🐸

[minaa-munch]

“Tou-San should have been Hokage. Not a flake like you.”

Blink. Tan digits pause over the 'no-exit' list, while blue hues exchange a curious look with the KMPF chief before shifting to the shadow behind him. Fugaku looks equally confused, before glancing over his shoulder at the young Uchiha.

From his vantage point, Minato can only see the top half of little Sasuke's face; spikey hair framing narrowed charcoal hues, as if they could set his hair on fire through sheer force of will.

Maa maa, the chibi must have learned that word from Kushina when she kidnaps babysits the Uchiha duo. Poor kids.

"How about you be the next Hokage and show us how it's done, ne?"

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What's the one thing chunin Minato wanted for himself?

"Chunnin, ka?" Cue a contemplative hum. He eyes the steam rising from his tea while the chatter of academy students and adults fill the air. As a newly minted Jōnin and a representative at the open house, he had been asked all sorts of questions - how many missions did he have to complete, did the job pay the bills (the answer was 'barely'), and how he managed to keep his hair the way it was (by one of the adults).

Yet this was the one question he actually had to think about.

"I wanted more time."

"I developed my jutsu because I had time and opportunity to experiment with fuuinjutsu at the outpost during the war" He begins, tan digits pulling a three pronged kunai from his weapons pouch as if to elucidate "I made a lot of mistakes in the process and could never really work on some of my failed combinations because I was always being sent out for recon or infiltration."

The glint of metal catches blue hues as he eyes the fuuin on the handle before his gaze shifts to the academy student. "In our trade, we barely get enough of it, ne?" The weapon is promptly deposited back to its holster, "Spend it wisely while you can."

[konohagakurekakashi]

@senjutsunade

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KONOHA’S SELECTIVE “FLEE ON SIGHT” GROUP

or at least the ones we know about…

[konohagakurekakashi]

Maa...I don't know what you mean. Last time I checked a mask meant /impassiveness/. Any brief flicker of smugness (or incalculable dread...at any mention of a promotion) must have been a trick of the light. A genjutsu. A real shinobi must not be moved by emotion, or so I heard.

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[konohagakurekakashi]

How do u feel knowing that ur sensei is in a relationship with someone like Kushina Uzumaki?

Tch. It's annoying.

But the two of them have been stuck together since before I became Minato-sensei's apprentice, so not like I can do anything about it now. It's sensei's business if he wishes to associate with someone as loud and impulsive as Kushina-san. She does make good onigiri though, so maybe sensei is just a pushover when it comes to his stomach.

[minaa-munch]

Uzumaki Minato?

OOC: Minato was quite obsessed with creating an image for himself - many an individual falls for his sparkle no jutsu and once he becomes really famous, it's hard to believe there wouldn't be questions about his ancestry.

Those questions eventually die out once he becomes the Yondaime. His reputation is all that matters since he doesn't live long enough for anything else.

[konohagakurekakashi]

[Bounties and Broken Fuselage AU] "Question, Kakashi." The blond begins, albeit on a tentative note, "How far, exactly, can you get into the IGP's main archives?"

Bi-coloured hues blinked once, twice afore they narrowed at the glossy images pressed against his fingerpads. The images reflecting the scenes of two Maiko-bots twirling their decorated, paper fans in unison, the heading above their wareshinobu promising a pleasant stay on one of Kumo's luxury Star Belts.

It was a simple question really, hardly worth the extra processing; however one never truly knew the intentions of the ruin Hunter, and the cautious smirk tugging at the edges of the man’s mouth was usually an expression Kakashi learned to associate with the Katsuyu’s shields being shot at. Nevertheless he shifted within his seat, gaze lifting from the advertisement to pin the man with a dull, mechanical look.

"That's hardly the right question to ask, since I know that you know, that I can hack the police achives all the way back to its initiation date. The real question, Minato-san, Is why you would want to hack into the archives in the first place. Maa, maa could it be you want to add intergalactic terrorist to your already colourful resume? Kushina-san would be thrilled, neh."

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The "Vying for some attention/proper training time" Chronicles.

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"...."

It's a hard pass on the sparkly ones...

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