Naruto God of The Shinobi

CHAPTER 25

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Chapter Twenty Five

In a training ground, isolated away from the rest that were in the use of Konoha's shinobi populace, a tree fell, its trunk shattered. It landed with a crash, scattering birds and small animals that called the surrounding woodland home but it went unheard, except for the two males within the training ground.

Lifting himself off of the ground, the Yondaime Hokage, Minato Namikaze, grimaced as he held his shoulder, said appendage definitely fractured at the very least. Once more, he'd failed to completely shroud himself within an equal concentration of Jinton chakra, this failure usually had painful consequences, like ramming into a tree with one's shoulder because their brain was unable to process how fast they were traveling.

He should be used to it by now, having been ramming into trees for close to a few weeks now, but it still stung just a badly as the first time. He suppose he should be grateful that he had his father only several metres away who'd heal him in seconds, but the stinging of his pride would always remain.

Usually after such a length of time, Minato would at least begin to have the basics down, he would begin to show some kind of proficiency, but there was none of that. At least none that he could see. Naruto assured him that he was coming along fine, but for Minato, someone who was commonly called a genius by his peers and teachers alike, it wasn't fine enough.

It was embarrassing, constantly crashing into trees, and while he could brush it off at first as simply being unexperienced with Jinton, after over three, nearing four, weeks, it wasn't so easy to brush off. Granted he'd only had about eight lessons, but the point still stood.

Today was a particular bad day, he hadn't managed to make a clean dash through the trees around the training ground, crashing into each and every one that he had encountered. This display was slowly enlarging the clearing around himself and his father, the clearing already several metres larger in any direction than it had originally. Thankfully, Naruto was clearing any roots or remaining trees to prevent Minato from tripping.

Minato focused when a hand hovered over his shoulder, a warm tingle settling over his shoulder, a familiar feeling that let him know that his father was healing his shoulder. It was over in seconds, far shorter than some of the best medic-nin, but Minato could feel to work that his father had done.

Getting up to start again, Minato halted when his father's hand physically came down on his shoulder. When had turned to look at his father, wondering why he had stopped him from continuing, he found Naruto shaking his head.

"It's time for a break, Minato," Naruto told his son, the blond nodding before moving over to the centre of the clearing where they would usually rest for training, only to find himself prevented by his father, the hand on his shoulder clamping down harder. "And for you to tell me what's wrong."

Minato sighed, something he'd learned was that, like himself, his father was incredibly perceptive. He'd wanted to talk about this eventually with his father, after training, when it wouldn't interfere, but Naruto didn't seem willing to simply let this lie.

Nodding his head in agreement, Minato then began to move over to the centre of the clearing once more, his father following behind. Sitting down on the ground, his father doing the same, Minato began to explain what had been on his mind.

"Kushina is unhappy," Minato began. "The plan for our family was to wait until Kōji was older before announcing him to village, to grow up with some semblance of a normal life and without the threat of assassins and the attention of being the son of the Hokage but Kushina disagrees with it." The Hokage sighed as he continued to explain. "She believes that living as a secret is worse than growing up afraid of the shadows while I believe the opposite."