Mina Namikaze is the daughter of the Fourth Hokage and the 2nd host of the nine tails. She's has a beautiful life until slowly her loved ones start dying. She meets her husband and many other people who helped her moved on. The way lighting struck...
I grabbed his hand and tried to drag him. "Come on! Let's go on the date!" "Mina it's okay." I kept pulling his arm. "Mina... How were your parents?" I looked down and sighed. "My parents were the best. My dad was very smart. He was good at everything. He was a very humble and collected man. Very effective and shrewd. He was calm and always knew what to say. He was very caring towards everyone. He would do anything for my mom and I. He was very protective. He was a very funny person."
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I looked up and looked at the sunset. "Now my mom was something else. She was the opposite of my dad. She was a headstrong, impulsive, eccentric, and stubborn lady. She was very talkative. She knew everyone and everyone knew her. She was also very tomboyish and would beat up people for bullying for her hair. She was also very kind and loving. She had a very horrible temper too. She was scary when she was mad."
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"They both believe that everyone was good. They always told me to be honest, truth, kind, and to care for people. The time I got to spend with them, was always full of fun and love. That night when they died I lost another piece of my heart." I took out two pictures and stared at them. "They were my heroes and my biggest blessings. I'm happy to be their daughter. Their memories are the ones to keep me moving." Gintoki grabbed my hand. "I wish I had one... A family like yours."
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Gintoki P.O.V.
I looked at Mina and her eyes began to tear up. I took her hand and looked at the sunset. It was beautiful. "These are my parents." She handed me a picture and pointed at two people.
