[ There's something a little nostalgic about this event. It feels just like yesterday that Minato found himself getting shepherded off to that masquerade. That one seemed far more grandiose next to this humble little gathering, but it's nevertheless equipped with just as many activities.

Well, it's as they say. Things are what you make of them. And because he thinks it might dishearten those who'd planned the event, he'll at the very least try to be a good sport.

In fact, one of those very same staffers leads him by the hand to a cobbled-together obstacle course. The hurdles are brooms taped together, and large, overturned buckets are scattered around the floor, all accompanied with miscellaneous "hazardous" items strewn about.

The staff member reaches into their pocket, fishing out a piece of cloth which they drape across Minato's palm. "Wait right here," they tell him, before disappearing and returning with an unsuspecting victim.

"Devotion's built on trust, you see," they chirp. "What better way to test it by trusting someone to lead you through this course?"

Minato glances at the other Chosen, holding the blindfold out to them. ]

...did you want it?

[ A beat, as he considers their options. ]

Or I can put it on. Doesn't really matter to me either way.

[ Sure, it's "speed dating", but Minato's the sort who's accustomed to answering all kinds of bizarre questions. Really, this isn't anything new. Silent protagonist tasked with spending five minutes asking and answering questions? Easy.

He glances down at the laminated sheet of paper. There's a menu of sufficiently invasive questions. Beneath them are a series of more softball ones. His gaze lifts momentarily at his company before lowering again to study the questions. Hm. ]

You can go first.

[ Minato sets the list down on the table before resting his hands in his lap. He wears an indecipherable expression, but in truth, he'll readily answer just about anything that's tossed his way. ]

...you can ask whatever. It's fine.

[ Scavenger hunt, huh. Maybe it really was that big of a hit at the Ketsoran ball?

Hopefully the aftermath of this party will be far less eventful. famous last words

Finally, Minato has the chance to take a better look at the little box he'd been handed upon entering the festivities. It's a little blue box wrapped in gossamer ribbon, a small paper tag attached to it too. Whatever's inside doesn't feel particularly heavy, so surely there's nothing dangerous tucked away in it...

Just in case, he crouches to offer the box to the dog at his heels. Koromaru bends his head to sniff at it twice before making a sharp, confident bark.

Cool, Minato thinks. Probably fine then.

He flips the tag over and silently studies the instructions before scanning the party's attendees. Whatever it happens to say, it matches the description of someone within the crowd. Minato steps forward with Koromaru in tow, the decorative box clutched in his own hand. He weaves through the Chosen milling about, approaching the one who matches his box's tag.

There's no hesitation or bashfulness in his gaze, merely casting an expectant look at the other person. ]

I think this is for you.

[ Minato holds it out. Whatever's in it probably isn't dangerous or life-threatening... Either way, he trusts Koromaru's judgment. ]

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