Minato knew about the Dark Hour, he always had. And his persona? He'd known them, always had. He couldn't quite wrap his head around why these people were so in awe by his personas. He had the feeling that it had to do with how he collected them in his sea, but he didn't care. He cared only about his friend. His friend from the beginning to the end. His friend who he could depend on, no matter what. [contains: loose violence descriptions]