Namikaze Minato Wants to Leave Work on Time [2]

High-end ingredients need only the simplest cooking.

After a long day, Chef Minato returned home, ready to reward himself with a good meal.

Leaving work on time every day, leaving all work-related troubles behind—perhaps that was the happiness of a single man.

Minato’s bound system was a points-allocation system, allowing him to enhance his skills by investing points.

His current cooking skill was Level 5, equivalent to a Super-Kage among chefs.

He could casually create dishes that literally glowed. Even Ōtsutsuki Teuchi’s ramen couldn’t compare to Minato’s cooking.

That night’s dinner was Golden Fried Rice. As Minato finished plating it, he could clearly hear stomachs growling outside—belonging to the nearby Anbu.

Those poor souls had no days off and weren’t even free to move around. They survived on soldier pills, their stomachs crying out in hunger.

Watching their misery, Minato felt once again that becoming Hokage had been the right choice.

Just as he picked up his chopsticks, someone began pounding on the door.

“Minato! Open up! I’m coming in!”

Recognizing the voice, Minato’s face darkened instantly.

No one likes being asked to work overtime the moment dinner’s ready.

He opened the door to find a woman with long, fiery red hair, a forehead protector engraved with the Uzumaki swirl, and a face so smooth it looked ready to burst at a touch. Her bright blue eyes locked onto him.

“Minato, the seal’s loose again—hurry and reinforce it!”

Expressionless, Minato tried to close the door.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Sensing his intent, Kushina quickly pushed back.

One inside, one outside, door in the middle.

They stood in a delicate standoff.

“It’s after hours. Your problem can wait until tomorrow,” Minato said darkly, pressing harder as he slowly gained the upper hand.

His type was neither redheads nor violent women.

Since transmigrating, he’d kept his distance from Uzumaki Kushina. Even after becoming Hokage, they were nothing more than polite acquaintances.

Until one day, her seal had truly loosened. The Nine-Tails’ chakra surged out of control. Without reinforcement, it would have burst free. But Kushina’s sealing skills couldn’t handle it.

Since even the village’s top sealing expert was helpless, Minato—thanks to his system—had been forced to step in. With tears in his eyes, he allocated points, raised his sealing to Kage level, and saved her.

Ever since, she’d come to his house every night, claiming the seal felt loose again and demanding reinforcement.

Once or twice was fine, but after several times, even a blockhead would see through her.

This woman’s dream was to become the Hokage('s woman).

And right now, she was chasing that dream.

“Even if you’re off-duty, you’re still the Hokage!” Kushina shouted. “You have to take responsibility for my belly!”

Minato froze. He knew her mouth was unreliable, but he never thought she could destroy his reputation so easily.

“Come in,” he said flatly.

He turned and walked toward the kitchen. Kushina followed, smug at her success. When she saw the table set with a steaming, golden, aromatic bowl of fried rice, she nearly drooled.

“Minato, you’re so good to me—you even saved dinner for me. Then I won’t hold back—”

Her movements froze midair. She realized she couldn’t move at all.

Minato had bound her with a paralysis jutsu before calmly sitting down to eat.

Damn woman—disturbing me after work and trying to steal my dinner?

Don’t think being the village’s Jinchūriki gives you that right.

Kushina hadn’t eaten yet; her stomach growled pitifully while Minato ate.

He ignored her completely, finishing every bite before releasing the paralysis.

“You’re so cruel, Minato,” Kushina said, clutching her stomach as tears streamed down her face.

“Call me Hokage-sama,” Minato said coldly.

“No way! I’m calling you Minato!” she snapped. She’d never shown respect to any Hokage. Even the Third was just “Old Man Hokage.” This rookie? Not a chance.

“Let’s start reinforcing the seal,” Minato said impatiently, raising an eyebrow for her to begin.

Kushina smirked knowingly and lifted her shirt halfway, revealing her pale belly.

“[Fūinjutsu: Ultra-Spiral Crimson Flash Dance Roar Ninth Style]!”

Minato formed hand seals in rapid succession and pressed his palm to her stomach. Black sealing patterns spread outward, then faded.

“Kakashi, escort our Jinchūriki home,” Minato ordered.

“…Understood.”

From the shadows emerged a young boy with short white hair and an Anbu mask. It was hard to imagine someone so young was already part of the Special Assassination and Tactical Squad.

Kakashi had no concept of gentleness. He grabbed Kushina and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of rice.

“Brat! Didn’t your family teach you to treat girls gently?” she snapped.

“I don’t have a family. (And you’re hardly a girl.),” Kakashi said coolly.

“Ah… sorry.”

Kushina fell silent. She, too, was an orphan and knew the pain of having no family. Realizing she’d been insensitive, she felt genuinely guilty.

Watching Kakashi and Kushina disappear into the night, Minato exhaled in relief.

Peace at last.

Maybe he should write a sealing scroll for Kushina to learn from—so he wouldn’t have to reinforce her seal every night.

Brilliant idea.

Satisfied, Minato went back inside and began drafting a sealing scroll tailored for the Nine-Tails.

Konoha’s Hokage had always liked compromise.

If you told him he had to spend his evenings writing sealing scrolls, he’d refuse.

But if you told him that otherwise a red-haired fox would show up every night begging him to “give it to her belly,” he’d agree immediately.

Still, Minato didn’t rush the work. Instead of finishing it all at once, he stopped precisely at ten.

He aspired to be a disciplined man. Now that he was Hokage, he had to take care of his health.

Sleeping at ten every night—this was Minato’s iron rule.

Thinking that he’d soon be free from Kushina’s nightly pestering, Minato drifted contentedly into sleep.

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T/N: WASH MY BELLY!!!

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