It was one thing to be told you were the Hokage
of your village-- a dream you set as a child now
achieved-- but a whole other ordeal when someone
told you you were dead.
Those words hit the blonde like a brick, his whole figure freezing.
Minato had... He'd just been promoted to Jonin.
He'd just gotten assigned a team-- how could he be Hokage!?
... This place. It must of been the future. Minato
had pieced that together himself rather easily by this point.
And one should be happy about hearing they were to be Hokage, right?
One should be happy for such a great honor....
-- But how could Minato be happy about
such a thing, after hearing of his death.
Not to mention the casualities-- if he were Hokage,
the war must have become awful-- Sarutobi may have
fallen, or something political may have popped up--
His head pounded rougher than seconds before, and a hand had to raise to grip blonde locks, a groan slipping passed clenched teeth.
Hai-- Obviously, I'm not at the moment."
Minato stood, trying his best to appear strong for the other.
He was good at hiding his emotion-- he was good at keeping
himself calm in dire situations.
---- But oh, how badly he wanted to scream.
"I think there's been an issue in a time lapse.
I am Minato Namikaze, yes. But I'm a Jonin
assigned to a team of Three Academy graduates,
not the Hokage.
-- And I was just brawling off intruders from
the Cloud Village before I was sent here.
Without my intrusion, they may have made
their way to the village."
And now, worry struck his face.
"........ Look. I don't know who you are,
what time I'm in or how I got placed here,
but I must get back. Those Nin are after our
Jinchuriki, and I'm the one who must protect
her with my life."