Namikaze Minato froze.
He looked at Nohara Haruto with a somewhat strange expression.
Although he knew the young man before him had extraordinary talent in medical ninjutsu, he still could not bring himself to believe what Haruto had just said.
After all, Minato was the creator of the Rasengan.
He had also mastered the Flying Thunder God Technique, an S-rank ninjutsu.
He was extremely confident in his own talent when it came to ninjutsu.
Because of that, he trusted his own judgment.
The combination of the Flying Thunder God Technique and the Rasengan could definitely succeed.
These two techniques were the ninjutsu he understood best.
No one knew their details better than he did.
So how could he believe Nohara Haruto when Haruto said he would not be able to complete the technique combination?
However, Minato had a good temperament.
He did not look angry at all.
Instead, he said to Nohara Haruto,
“Thank you for your reminder just now.
But I still believe my judgment isn’t wrong.
I will definitely complete it.”
After saying that, Namikaze Minato left the Ninja Hospital.
Nohara Haruto sighed.
Naruto really did inherit his father’s personality.
Once he set his mind on something, he would never give up until he achieved it.
But…
Why didn’t he listen until I finished?
Haruto had never said Minato’s idea was wrong.
In fact, later events would prove that Minato really did succeed.
It was just that Haruto could see that Minato still lacked something if he wanted to complete this ninjutsu combination.
He could have helped him avoid a few unnecessary detours.
…
A few days later.
Konoha Ninja Hospital.
Namikaze Minato stood in front of Nohara Haruto with an apologetic smile, looking slightly nervous.
He looked like a student who had made a mistake and was waiting to be scolded.
“Um… Haruto, sorry.
I have to trouble you again.”
Minato’s face was slightly red as he spoke in embarrassment.
Only a couple of days ago, he had confidently said that he would definitely complete the technique.
Unexpectedly, he had injured himself again.
“It’s fine.”
Nohara Haruto had long expected that Minato would come looking for him again, so seeing him now did not surprise him at all.
A few minutes later, he healed Minato’s wound once more.
Just as Haruto was about to leave, Minato suddenly called out from behind him.
“Haruto-kun!
Please wait!”
“Is there something else?”
Minato hesitated for a moment, then finally could not help asking,
“I wanted to ask… how did you know I would still get injured while developing my ninjutsu?”
For Namikaze Minato to reach his current strength and status, his mind was naturally exceptional.
The fact that he had injured himself again while developing the technique proved that what Nohara Haruto had said before was correct.
That meant there really was some mistake in the development process that even Minato himself had not discovered.
Minato was not a stubborn person.
Once he realized this, he immediately wanted to ask Nohara Haruto for help.
“What kind of ninjutsu are you trying to combine?” Haruto asked.
Minato hesitated briefly before answering,
“Wind Release ninjutsu and space-time ninjutsu.”
Nohara Haruto had only asked deliberately, so he was not too surprised.
“Look at the wounds on your body.
They’re all external injuries, right?”
“That’s because your Wind Release is produced through air movement.
When you perform space-time movement, it will inevitably be affected.”
“Although that kind of effect won’t cause you any serious damage, an incomplete and unstable modified technique like this still can’t be used properly in actual combat, correct?”
Namikaze Minato nodded repeatedly.
“So… the solution is actually very simple.”
Nohara Haruto continued,
“You only need to strengthen your physique.
Once your body is strong enough to endure that level of damage, the problem will be solved.”
Haruto’s words made Minato’s eyes light up.
All this time, he had been thinking about how to make his Rasengan more stable, but he had never been able to solve the issue.
But just as Nohara Haruto had said, if he increased his defensive ability to the point where he could ignore this degree of damage, then the problem would naturally disappear.
“I understand now!”
Namikaze Minato’s thoughts quickly became extremely clear.
He looked at Haruto gratefully.
“Thank you.
Your words helped me a lot.”
Nohara Haruto waved his hand casually.
“It’s nothing.
Just a small effort.”
Even if Haruto had not said anything, Minato probably would have figured out this reasoning himself after ten days or half a month.
“You’ve still helped me greatly.
After all, this isn’t part of your actual duties.”
Minato smiled, his face full of friendliness.
“As thanks… let me treat you to barbecue.
Please don’t refuse.”
“Mm, sure.”
Nohara Haruto agreed almost subconsciously.
After he reacted, even he found it a little unbelievable.
Normally, he definitely would not accept an invitation like this from someone else.
But when facing Namikaze Minato’s sincere, friendly face, he had actually forgotten how to refuse for a moment.
Haruto smiled helplessly.
No wonder this man would become the Fourth Hokage in the future.
He really did carry an incomparable sense of warmth and approachability.
“All right.
Since you’re my only patient today, let’s go eat barbecue together.”
Nohara Haruto smiled.
…
The two of them entered a barbecue restaurant in Konoha with a good reputation.
After ordering, they sat down.
Soon, plates of pork belly were brought out.
They picked up the slices and placed them on the grill above the charcoal fire.
Before long, the meat began sizzling as oil bubbled from it.
A rich aroma spread through the air, and both of them could not help starting to eat eagerly.
“Oh, right, Minato.
I have a gift for you.”
After the two of them had eaten until they were half full, Nohara Haruto took a small porcelain bottle from his medical kit.
Cough, cough.
Naturally, other than pills, he had no other kind of gift to give people.
“What is this?”
Namikaze Minato asked curiously.
Unlike Nohara Rin, he had not been fed countless pills by Haruto before, so he was not already used to this.
This was his first time seeing the round, dark-brown pills stored inside such a small porcelain bottle.