Day 4 Evening

[Minato Namikaze]

Minato winced as his back came in contact with the bark of a tree. The gash from that damn weapon ached and, every time he moved, sent a stinging sensation throughout his body. On top of that, he could not lie down on his stomach either, that damn weapon that had bombarded him with sound abilities had bruised his ribs. One injury just seemed to make the other one more noticeable.

'One unfortunate situation after another.' Minato joked sarcastically, letting out a small laugh as pain shot through his body. 'Oh, I really shouldn't do that.' The blonde recoiled, his sarcasm disappearing with the passing wind while pain traveled through his body.

'Minato-sensei?' Kakashi spoke out of worry. The former kage shook his head, he would be fine, there was no need for his companion to worry. After all, it was only a flesh wound.

The tree line had provided them with cover, enough to conceal their presence. Their situation on the island had changed since the island seemed to disappear around them, it hadn't gone unnoticed by them, but whatever was causing it wanted everything to end quickly. It had been forcing more and more people into one, tiny, area. Fights had been breaking out all over the place. Hell, Minato and Kakashi had been in a couple of them and survived them. All in all, it had been a fortunate day for the two ninja companions, considering.

'Kakashi, are you hurt at all?' Minato questioned, turning only his head to face his former underling. He wanted to avoid as much pain as possible.

'No, I'll be fine.' Kakashi shook his head as he told Minato the exact words that he, himself, had been thinking just a few minutes ago.

Minato was being completely honest with himself and Kakashi, he would definitely be fine... eventually. It did take time to heal wounds like these, but he had been through worse in his lifetime. A gash to his back was nothing compared to what he'd seen in wars and his fight against the nine tails.

'Kakashi…' the blonde man began as a light cough fell from his mouth. 'What have we gotten ourselves into this time?' He questioned, looking up at the various branches and leaves that filled the tree's top.

'A mess, Minato... A mess.' The scarecrow answered, his words were true, and quite ironic.

'Hah!' Minato exclaimed, pain and aches cutting his laugh short. 'Please don't make me do that.' The golden haired shinobi groaned as the evening sun faded from the sky.