Throughout most of his ninja career, Namikaze Minato had been labeled a prodigy, a rare genius that cropped up only every few generations. Of course, in spite of all his accolades, his accomplishments, his skills, his brains, that did not mean he wasn’t human, couldn’t make mistakes, or that he was free from occasional bouts of stupidity. In fact what he was about to do would’ve gotten him the gold for idiocy had the Olympics possessed such a competition. Minato had recently been named the successor to the Hokage title, and in a few months, after training and preparations were finished, he would be named the Yondaime Hokage. A great many ninjas made the worse gossipers so news spread around like wild fire, hell, some guessed or knew BEFORE Minato. As a result of the announcement, his friends had dragged him out for drinks to celebrate, despite his initial protests.
The night quickly waned and the sake went down easier and easier with each sip until the blonde was well and truly buzzed. He had been too polite to refuse the first few offerings but that hesitation disappeared slowly but surely. Around 2 a.m., he came to slight awareness and found himself sitting completely alone in the booths they had claimed, the bar nearly empty save for one or two people, including the bartender. Perhaps he had heard something once or twice about people needing to head home but…it was all a blur. Damn. He lazily picked up the sake bottle, a little bit still left inside, just enough for two people. Maa…how sad was it that he was drinking alone? Then he remembered something vital, something the alcohol had tried to erase. He was a ninja! And as a result he could do some cool shit! Like make copies of himself! Now, in his drunken mind, this did not seem odd or pathetic as most would believe. No, this was a stroke of brilliance. Giddy, drunkenly giggling, he’d grab a random cup and his own before pouring the last of the sake. Maybe he spilled some but who cared! He’d look down at his hands, eyes narrowing as he tried to focus on them so he could make the right hand seals. His hand movements were clumsy, but he was sure he did it right and felt accomplished when a poof of smoke appeared beside him. Success!