Naruto: Minato Namikaze, born evil

Chapter 16 Divine Robe

Two days later, the list of admitted students was announced.

As expected, Shuimen successfully enrolled in the school.

It's worth mentioning that the admission requirements for the Ninja Academy are actually not high.

First and foremost: people who deeply love their village and feel a sense of belonging to it.

Second point: A person with a strong will.

Third point: People who are physically and mentally healthy...

Simply put, anyone from a respectable family in Konoha basically meets the admission requirements.

However, meeting the admission requirements does not guarantee admission.

Because most of them are ordinary people who do not possess ninja skills.

At the school gate, many children burst into tears, sobbing loudly, or left with their parents in disappointment.

Of course, there were also those like Naoto Tsuchiya who were extremely frustrated, feeling that they were only slightly inferior to the people on the list, and planned to go back and reflect for a year before participating in the assessment again.

"That's awesome, Minato!"

Rope Tree excitedly pumped his fist: "You got accepted!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Minato and Tsunade looking at him speechlessly.

Rope Tree paused for a moment, then, considering the other party's dual bloodline limit talent, he couldn't help but chuckle dryly.

"Well... it's not surprising, but it's definitely something to celebrate."

Tsunade chuckled and ruffled Nawaki's hair: "Minato's been either training or cooking these past few days. To celebrate, let's relax today!"

"relax…"

Nawaki looked at Tsunade hesitantly: "It's not like I'm going shopping with you, is it? Or maybe gambling or something..."

"What are you talking about? How could I possibly take a child to a casino?"

Tsunade flicked Nawaki on the forehead: "I'm planning to take you guys to buy some new clothes, and maybe have a big meal and a soak in a hot spring or something, if you don't want to..."

"Yes, yes! I'd love to!"

Rope Tree grinned and quickly declared, "I knew my sister was the best!"

"Heh, don't give me that!"

Tsunade rolled her eyes at him, then turned to Minato: "Minato, what do you want to eat for lunch?"

"Hmm... Sukiyaki, I guess?"

Minato thought for a moment. He was craving hot pot, but it wasn't available in the ninja world, and he didn't know how to make it. He could only eat things that were similar to hot pot.

"Okay! Let's have sukiyaki then! I happen to know a really good sukiyaki place!"

Tsunade waved her hand: "Now—let's head to the shopping district!"

"oh--!!"

Rope Tree threw a punch with great force.

Seeing the two looking at him, Minato could only awkwardly raise his fist: "...Oh!"

The three arrived at a clothing store on the commercial street. The store looked a bit old, and the proprietress looked to be in her fifties.

Tsunade pushed Minato in front of her and said to the proprietress, "Hello, please help me choose a few clothes for this child."

"Oh my, he's a handsome young man..."

The proprietress smiled and sized up Minato: "What color clothes do you like to wear, young man?"

"Black and white..."

Minato politely replied that he wasn't very good at matching clothes, but black and white was always a safe bet.

"I thought only teenage boys dressed like this. Isn't it a bit too early for you? Kids should be vibrant and lively."

The proprietress chuckled, and despite her words, she still picked out a plain white T-shirt for Minato: "How about this?"

"It's too monotonous."

Before Minato could speak, Tsunade shook her head.

Minato glanced at Tsunade: "Um... actually, I think it's pretty good."

So, what kind of clothes do children choose?

Tsunade immediately revealed her ugly, adult-like face, raising her chin and glancing at Minato: "Do as I say!"

Just kidding, how could she possibly pass up the opportunity to help such a cute boy choose his clothes?

Even a carefree girl like her has the instincts that come with being a girl!

"How about trying black?"

The proprietress picked out another black T-shirt.

"That's something we can give a try."

Tsunade gestured for Minato to change his clothes, and Minato smiled helplessly and went into the fitting room.

He simply changed his T-shirt and quickly came out again. The deep black made his blond hair look even brighter, and his demeanor seemed more aggressive than before.

"Great, wrap this one up!"

Tsunade's eyes lit up, and she waved her hand lightly, striking a pose like a domineering female CEO: "Pick a few more for him!"

Rope Tree glanced at the two of them, then tiptoed behind the clothes rack and quietly picked out the clothes she liked.

Minato, on the other hand, was being pulled along by Tsunade like a puppet, being flipped around in a dress-up game.

"Orange is a great color! It feels so vibrant!"

"Yes, yes! But it's also because this child is good-looking; it probably wouldn't have the same effect on someone else."

"wrap up!"

"Huh? Blue is pretty too, it gives off a sunny beach vibe..."

"Wow, you have excellent taste!"

"wrap up!"

After buying several pieces of clothing, Tsunade looked at Minato and frowned slightly.

For some reason, even though Minato looks good in everything, she always feels like something is missing.

It was a feeling that was hard to describe, like scratching an itch through a boot, which made her increasingly irritable.

Minato glanced at the mountain of shopping bags and advised, "Teacher, these clothes are enough. We'll need to buy more when you grow taller."

"No, wait a little longer..."

Tsunade casually picked up a light green hoodie, held it up to Minato, shook her head, and put it back, her fingertips idly rummaging through the clothes on the hanger.

Suddenly she paused, and out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of an Uchiha passing by outside the shop window. The moment her gaze fell on the man's turtleneck sweatshirt, her brain seemed to be electrified, and she looked at the shop owner with excitement.

Do you have any turtleneck sweaters here?

"……have."

The proprietress looked at Minato thoughtfully.

She seemed to suddenly understand what Tsunade wanted to feel.

She quickly found a white coat.

The coat is made of a thin, lightweight fabric, and is open without buttons. The collar is slightly high, and the sleeves are rather short, but the length is not much different from that of a regular coat.

Minato was also taken aback when he saw the clothes in the proprietress's hands.

Aside from the difference in length, the overall style of this outer garment looks exactly the same as the divine robe worn by Yongdai Mei in the original work!

"Try them on, I know my judgment is sound!"

The proprietress looked at Shuimen with a hint of eagerness in her eyes.

Minato nodded and was about to take the clothes when she suddenly picked up a black long-sleeved shirt hanging nearby and handed it to him: "Change into both."

A short while later, when Minato changed his clothes and came out of the fitting room again, the two women in the store became visibly excited.

"That's the feeling!"

Tsunade pushed Minato in front of the dressing mirror. Looking at himself in the mirror, Minato was slightly taken aback.

At this moment, he felt as if he had truly seen the child version of Yongdaimei from the original work.

"So handsome!!"

Behind the clothes rack next door, Rope Tree, who had just finished choosing his clothes, was stunned when he saw Minato at that moment.

"Is this a divine robe?"

(Correction: The term "robe of the gods" does not exist in the original work; it comes from a fan-made work.)

In the original work, the fourth generation wears a type of haori. The author made a misunderstanding here, so we have to stick with it and use a special type of haori as a secondary interpretation. We are truly sorry to everyone.

"That's right, the divine robe..."

The proprietress chuckled: "I told you my judgment wouldn't be wrong. After all, even the haori worn by the Hokage of each generation were sewn by me stitch by stitch."

"Huh—?!!"

Not to mention Tsunade and Nawaki, even Minato was shocked at this moment.