Team Minato met, as always, half an hour after daybreak at Training Ground 7. Kakashi, as always, arrived first, and spent his time on physical conditioning. Always a silent child, he gave no indication of noticing the arrival of his female teammate forty-five minutes later. In fact his forms, perfectly precise as always, wavered not at all until he finished, gracefully, right as his sensei arrived- punctual. As always. Even the arrival of his final team member, late- as always- barely raised an eyebrow.
Thus it was with great wonder and a sort of disbelieving horror that passing shinobi greeted the high, childish shrieks of indignation of one Hatake Kakashi, child prodigy and failure's spawn, ten minutes later. Those few who did not summarily dismiss any concerns, and actually paid attention to the spontaneous outpouring of rage (had there been any), would have been confronted, in their cautious spying, with the sight of one very happy Uchiha Obito, a concerned Miyamoto Rin, and one chibi, grey-haired Hatake, eyes flashing darkly as he attempted to strangle his sensei.
Needless to say, Hatake Kakashi was not happy. In fact, calling Kakashi 'upset' would be like calling the Land of Snow 'cold', or a fire 'warm'; or- and this was Uchiha Yashiro's personal favourite- a Senju 'promiscuous'. Giving a chuckle- that joke never got old- the MP broke from his rounds to watch the show. Hatake, as he'd told his young cousin so often, were fun to bait. They invariably reacted explosively, and the clan's skill had not diminished one whit in the years since the founding of Konoha. A worthy challenge for any Uchiha, as it had been for centuries. Obito seemed to have taken the lesson to heart.
"Oi, Namikaze!" Yashiro shouted as he leapt from the surrounding screen of trees. "What did you do to him?" His voice, awestruck despite his attempts to disguise it, struck a chord with Minato, who grinned sheepily.
"Uhm…" he coughed, holding the spitting, snarling, growling from of his youngest student at arm's length, weapons stacked neatly to his left. "Well… I didn't- I mean, I may have, possibly, sort of… cancelled training?"
Yashiro stared, gobsmacked, then hooted with laughter- incidentally breaking Uchiha Rule #42 in the process. "You're giving him a D-rank? A chuunin?" Sinking to his knees, he tried to catch a breath. "You're giving a chuunin with 4 years in the ranks a D-rank mission?"
Smile never faltering, Minato shook his young student like a bitch with her pup. Kakashi fell instantly still, scowling, arms crossed. Yashiro made a valiant effort to control himself… but-
"Kawaiii~~!"
Minato smirked.
Standing over the fallen Uchiha, he ignored his very much confused team. Fingers twitching with wicked glee he hauled the MP over his shoulders and leapt into the branches of the nearest tree, where he paused.
"Kakashi-kun, you're in charge. The mission room is expecting you."
And with a wicked grin, he vanished.