Oh, Ren.

Minato finally managed to get some semblance of control back in his limbs, pulling the sword from the sheath and standing up. His feet felt like pins and needles, ugh. After a few moments of simply breathing, Minato steadied his arm and slashed at the thing’s back. It roared in pain but Minato did it again and again until it finally exploded in parchment and ink.

Minato panted heavily. That sucked. A lot. “I need to sit down.”

And then his butt hit the ground. Ow.