Traveling through the night of the Kyuubi, the Fourth Hokage Namikaze Minato was covered in blood and begged me to adopt his helpless son. I looked at him, then at the crying Nine-Tails Jinchuuriki, and directly raised my hand to refuse: 'Minato, you are thinking too much. Raising a baby is too troublesome, so you should be the father. '
System, bind me to the fourth generation! From today on, I will take care of your life! He kicked Uchiha Obito away, and with his backhand rolled the nine tails into fox balls and stuffed them back into Kushina's body. I looked at the dumbfounded Minato couple and clapped my hands: 'Don't be in a daze and take the kids home to cook. I'm hungry. '
From then on, Konoha's style of painting completely collapsed. When the spies from other villages pointed tremblingly at the yellow-haired boy scribbling on the Hokage Rock and asked if this was the Nine-Tailed Jinchuuriki, everyone in the Akatsuki organization was silent. Because what stood behind him was the yellow flash that would never be sacrificed, the bloody red pepper with so much chakra, and me, the behind-the-scenes director of the wood industry, who made them all work overtime to make up for the report.
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