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           A messenger nin arrived to Minato’s rendevous point in a secret location, delivering him a few letters from Konoha. The first one he saw was from Sandaime-sama followed by a small letter from his wife. As much as he respected Lord Third, his wife’s letter was more important, no matter the content.

           He gave himself privacy a few feet away from the other ninjas and opened it. Minato smiled as he read her beautiful handwriting (even though there were a few misspellings here and there) and chuckled when she told him a rather crude joke. His laugh turned to a loving smile as he read the last few words.

                                                       I miss you, y’know…

           Letters never do those words justice but he imagined her saying that to him at this very moment. If only he was home so he could enjoy her pleasant and comforting company every passing minute. Sadly, he would be stuck on this mission for a few more weeks.

           He rejoined the group for a blank sheet of paper and pen then went back to his private spot. Minato wrote the following before setting off to another locations:

                      Dearest Kushina,

                                 You have no idea how much I miss being around you or your jokes. Did that really happen to Fugaku? Poor guy…

                                 Hey, I do have some bad news. I’ll be away for another few weeks since this mission isn’t going according to plan but don’t worry, I’ll keep this group safe and we’ll be fine. If anything I can’t handle happens, Gama will be here to lend a hand. Well, I have to keep this short. These guys aren’t giving me much breaks. 

                      Yours, 

                      Minato.

                      P.S. You misspelled some words but don’t worry about it. Love you. 

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            All his kunai mysteriously vanished and there was only one person capable of pulling off a stunt like that and so–

                                    Flash!

            He reappeared on the other side of Ramen Ichiraku’s counter, almost bumping into Teuchi before he caught himself in the last second. There in front of him was his son eating a bowl–no three bowls of ramen without a care in the world and beside him, the old man gathered the kunais and passed the weapons to him. A small, whispered ‘sorry’ was said by the cook and Minato only shook his head. He turned his attention back to his son.

            “Naruto, did you sell my kunais for food?” An eyebrow twitched. “You know your mother will get angry when she finds out you prefer to eat Teuchi’s ramen than her meals.”