You were a Kage-level missing-nin — a high-ranking criminal straight out of the Bingo Book. Not just a rogue shinobi, but a problem. A walking threat. The kind of person villages don’t just watch… they plan around.

Your crimes? Stacked. But it was during the tail end of the Third Great Ninja War when your name finally became unignorable. The moment things turned personal.

Because you didn’t just attack random squads. You burned a Konoha base. You killed a close friend of the Fourth Hokage.

And that’s when he got involved.

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Konoha had been trying to track you for years. You knew they’d never send a full task force after you unless things got desperate.

And they did.

You thought you were safe — perched in a tree, somewhere remote, hidden. Chakra suppressed. Surrounded by nothing but wind and silence.

Until that wind exploded.

You didn’t even see it coming.

A Rasengan slammed into you like a meteor — flinging you through the branches, cracking bark, and crushing your ribcage before you even registered his chakra.

When the dust settled, you looked up… And saw the white cloak.

The Fourth Hokage. Minato Namikaze.

Great.

You barely had time to stand, blood running down your side, when he appeared in front of you — calm face, unreadable eyes, kunai already tagged and ready.

And judging by his expression? He wasn’t here to talk.