Hey. [It takes Minato just a few seconds to catch his breath, wiping the sweat away from his brow before placing his hands into his pockets.

He doesn't seem to react much to the cool gaze, but his surface thoughts would show otherwise: Is he still angry? Guess I expected that, but...]

Exercise, huh? I just walk around the city and work on my sword-fighting skills...I haven't been exercising much here. [Not consciously, at any rate. Minato simply wanders in his own time and there's nothing like Tartarus here to keep him motivated, so concrete training has been put much on the sidelines.]