Namikaze Minato Wants to Leave Work on Time [3]

Night.

In Uzumaki Kushina’s home.

“I can’t undo it… Why can’t I undo it…”

Standing before a full-length mirror, Kushina fiddled with the seal on her belly. For convenience, she’d already tossed her shirt aside.

Thankfully, all the Anbu monitoring her had been replaced by women—otherwise, her body would’ve been seen countless times by now.

Under the pulse of her chakra, the seal markings on her stomach flared to life. Kushina frowned, studying the complex patterns. The more she looked, the more intricate they became.

This was a sealing formula beyond anything in Uzumaki records.

If the Fourth Hokage’s hair weren’t blond instead of red, she might’ve suspected he was secretly an Uzumaki.

“I never thought I’d live to see the day I couldn’t undo a seal on my own body.” Kushina sighed, her eyebrows drooping.

The seal she bore was no longer of Uzumaki design—it was Namikaze Minato’s original work.

Though she and Minato had been classmates, they’d barely spoken beyond polite greetings. If he hadn’t later become Hokage—if he hadn’t stepped forward when her seal spun out of control—she might never have noticed that gentle, soft-spoken boy from her childhood.

All these years, Kushina had lived in the Senju compound, surrounded by female attendants. The few men she saw were all older—people like the Third Hokage.

When her life had been on the line, none of them could help her. Only Minato had stepped forward, his warm, steady hand pressed against her stomach, restoring balance to the seal no one else dared touch.

From that moment, his image had lodged itself in her mind, stirring an irresistible curiosity to know him better.

Every night since, she’d used the excuse of a “loose seal” to visit him—though he’d seen through her after only two attempts.

Afterward, she’d begun studying his sealing technique, secretly reverse-engineering it so she could loosen it herself.

A loosening seal on the Nine-Tails’ Jinchūriki was a huge deal. No matter how much Minato hated it, he had to reinforce it each time.

But his sealing skill had improved drastically since then.

Now, after staring at it for ages, Kushina couldn’t find even the smallest flaw.

Looks like using a “loose seal” as an excuse to see him won’t work anymore.

I’ll have to find someone else to help me.

She slipped her clothes back on and turned to leave—only for a shadow to block her path.

“Kushina-sama, it’s already late. Please don’t go out tonight.”

The female Anbu’s voice was soft, almost motherly.

“I’m just visiting Mikoto in the Uchiha district—it’s fine!” Kushina’s tone rose defensively.

“This… is clearly a serious matter,” the Anbu said helplessly.

History had recorded cases of the Nine-Tails being controlled by the Sharingan.

And the Sharingan, of course, belonged to the Uchiha.

The Nine-Tails’ Jinchūriki heading straight into the Uchiha district—how could that not be serious?

“If Kushina-sama insists on leaving, we’ll have no choice but to take stronger measures,” the Anbu said quietly, forming seals.

“[Barrier Jutsu: Ultra-Flash Golden Spiral Fourth Formation]!”

Three more voices echoed from the shadows. A golden barrier rose around Kushina, cutting her off.

“This is… the Four Violet Flames Formation?!” Kushina’s eyes widened. Using such a jutsu against her—had they lost their minds?!

“This is Hokage-sama’s modified version—the Four Golden Spiral Formation—specifically to restrict your movements, Kushina-sama,” came the faint reply through the barrier.

“Minato… does he really hate seeing me that much?” Kushina muttered, pressing a hand to her forehead, utterly dejected.

My looks aren’t that bad, are they? Why does he always look so disgusted when he sees me?

Today, he’d nearly slammed the door in her face—and now he’d created a custom barrier just to keep her from going out.

Honestly, I’m speechless. Can anyone relate? Met a guy so turned-off he literally built a wall to avoid me. If he doesn’t like me, fine—but disgusted? I can’t live like this. I might as well drop dead.

“Fine, fine, I won’t go out. Now remove this thing—my eyes are going blind,” Kushina complained, flopping back onto her bed.

That night, Konoha was calm and quiet. Everyone slept peacefully.

...

Early the next morning, Minato finished breakfast, put on his Hokage robe, and made his way toward the Uchiha district.

He arrived just before nine.

Two Uchiha guards stood at the gate. The moment they saw him, their usual scowls vanished as they bowed deeply. “Welcome, Hokage-sama, to the Uchiha.”

Moments later, the clan head himself, Uchiha Fugaku, stepped forward and bowed slightly. “Welcome, Hokage-sama.”

The Uchiha were proud—always had been. Even when misunderstood by the village, they carried that pride. Not even the strongest Hokage could make them bow easily.

But there’s an old saying: A wolf pack led by a sheep can’t beat a flock of sheep led by a wolf.

The Uchiha had always been wolves—but their leader, Fugaku, was unfortunately a sheep.

Under his rule, they’d learned submission and politeness. When Minato was young, he’d never once seen an Uchiha act respectful toward a Hokage. Only after Fugaku took over did they begin obediently calling the Hokage “Hokage-sama”—though their faces looked even more sour while doing it.

Minato’s visit wasn’t sudden; he’d informed them days in advance through the Anbu. Arrangements were made, and everything went smoothly.

Now he sat in Fugaku’s room, sipping tea as they discussed matters concerning the village and the Uchiha.

“Your wife is truly beautiful,” Minato remarked casually.

Fugaku: “…”

He’d meant to politely compliment Minato’s wife in return—but remembering Minato was single, he bit the words back.

Minato’s gaze lingered as Mikoto quietly left the room.

Fugaku took a slow sip of sake, carefully choosing his next words.

His ancestors had never taught him how to flatter superiors.

But for the Uchiha’s future, he’d have to learn—even if it killed him.

Hokage-sama is single… and he just complimented my wife’s beauty. Could it be…

Does he like black-haired types?

If it came to black-haired beauties, the Uchiha ranked first—hands down.

If that’s what the Hokage liked, then maybe he could offer…

“Hokage-sama, there are many adorable girls among the Uchiha. If you’d like…” Fugaku trailed off, glancing awkwardly at Minato.

It wasn’t embarrassment—just inexperience. He didn’t know how to say something like that gracefully, so he simply stopped, watching Minato’s face for a reaction.

Had he just said something inappropriate? What if the Hokage’s earlier compliment had just been polite small talk?

Three parts fear, three parts hope, four parts nervous impatience filled his heart—until Minato’s face suddenly brightened.

“Do you have any flat-chested, black-haired girls under eighteen?”

---

T/N: POLICE! THIS MAN RIGHT HERE- wait hes the hokage... oh no corruption :sob:

This is a fan translation of 波风水门想要按时下班 by 破空蛇龙 rights to the original work belong to the creator. Please support them by exploring their original work or sharing it with others if you can. Thank you for reading and supporting my efforts to bring this story to a wider audience!