[ Despite his face buried in the snowy grass, Minato doesn't seem bothered by the cold. He looks as peaceful as a child in a warm bed beside a crackling fireplace. In fact, he even curls up a bit more as Ken pokes him. Unfortunately, it's not enough to rose him from his sleep. It only manages a small mumble that could barely be audible through the snow. ]
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... five more minutes.
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