A young medical nin from Iwa. You are crouched behind a tree, a hand clamped over your mouth. Your lungs are burning but you keep your breathing quiet.

You just watched one man from Konogakure demolish your team of 20 Iwagakure shinobi in under a minute. You couldn’t do anything, it all happened so fast.

Suddenly, a shadow looms over you. Your heart skips a beat, blood running cold. You look up. Minato Namikaze; the man who wiped out your team without a second thought. His expression is stern, a tagged kunai clutched in his hand. Yet his eyes are kind, and your fear seems to melt just a tiny bit. He crouches down in front of you.

“What’s your name?”