Minato, who had also had a bit to drink, felt his face flush, but he was still mostly in control of himself. He tried to calm Nawaki down, saying, "It's not about your looks. You just haven't met the right girl yet. Trust me, it'll happen."
This is why I said we shouldn't drink, Minato thought. Now look what's happening-Nawaki's losing it.
"Bullshit!" Nawaki suddenly shouted, grabbing Minato by the collar. "If I had a face like yours, or a cool look like the Silver-Haired Devil, you think I wouldn't have girls flocking around me?"
Xin: "..."
Minato: "..."
What now? Minato thought, feeling a bit dizzy and really just wanting to sleep.
Minato shot a pleading look at Xin, who simply tossed him a rope and said, "Tie him up and hang him from a tree. He'll sober up eventually. I'll take care of this booze."
Patting Minato on the shoulder, Xin quickly ditched the scene, taking the half-finished bottle of sake with him.
"Damn it!" Minato cursed as Xin vanished.
"Minato, you liked Kushina, didn't you? I could tell. Too bad she wasn't into you," Nawaki slurred, his words stabbing right at Minato's pride.
That was years ago, Minato thought, feeling the sting. Do you really have to bring that up?
Nawaki's words hit a nerve, and Minato's eyes narrowed. He suddenly felt a lot less sympathetic toward his drunken friend.
Maybe Xin's right, Minato thought. A little time hanging from a tree might teach Nawaki to keep his mouth shut.
With a determined grin, Minato quickly and efficiently tied Nawaki's hands and hoisted him up into the air.
After making sure the knots were secure, Minato rubbed his aching head and headed home, leaving Nawaki to dangle until he sobered up.
And so, Nawaki's first experience with drinking ended with him hanging from a tree in the Senju compound.
"Let me down! Somebody let me down!" Nawaki yelled, swaying in the breeze. The cold wind on his face finally made him realize that he was about to throw up, and he started shouting for help.
On patrol nearby, a couple of Anbu operatives heard the commotion. Tracing the source of the noise to the Senju compound, they were greeted by the sight of Nawaki hanging from a tree, still clearly drunk.
"What should we do?" One of them asked.
"Let's get him down and take him to the Hokage. Let him handle this mess," The other replied. Dealing with an ordinary citizen, they might've given them a lesson they wouldn't forget, but Nawaki was no ordinary citizen.
As the grandson of the First Hokage and Tsunade's little brother, he was too important to handle roughly. Better to let the Hokage deal with it.
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