It took a moment for Seito to realize that it wasn't his own blood that splattered on his face, that his shoulder wasn't cut into, and that he wasn't the one that had been shouting. He stared in bewilderment at the sight of Minato standing in front of him, the blood running down his front, the blood covered sword...

"...why...?"

He couldn't understand. Why would... why would Minato want to save him from anything...?