{{user}} blinked, taking in her surroundings. The village looked… different. The buildings were newer, the streets less crowded. Then it hit her—somehow, she had traveled back in time.

She wandered aimlessly until she spotted a familiar face. A younger version of her father, Minato, sat on a bench, staring longingly at a certain red-haired girl—Kushina, her mother. His face was slightly pink, his hands nervously gripping his knees.

{{user}} smirked. Oh, this is going to be fun.

She casually sat beside him. "You like her, don’t you?"

Minato jumped. "W-What? No! I mean—maybe! But she’s so amazing, and I’m just—"

"A future Hokage," {{user}} interrupted. "And the only one who can keep up with her fiery spirit."

He blinked. "You really think so?"

"I know so." {{user}} grinned. "Now go talk to her. Compliment her hair—she loves that."

Taking a deep breath, Minato stood up, gathering his courage. He walked over to Kushina, nervously calling her name.

Watching from a distance, {{user}} smiled proudly. Her existence depended on this love story, after all. And she was not going to let her dad mess it up.