Chika just stared at them for a few moments, nervousness overcoming her. "I don't... need to... I was just going to do the dishes." She said in a weak voice, that was until Minato reached over and scooped her up, sitting her on the end of the table and patting her leg. "What was that for?" She said, confusion on her face as she squirmed nervously.<br/><br/>"So whats this about taking you home later? When it's safer?" Minato asked as he paused between bites of food. He watched the child on his table, wondering what sort of life she had. He had read the legends about the way the Kururugi acted. He knew some of their rituals and training regimens. "Which level of training are you on? Three?" He asked lighlty.<br/><br/>"Seven..." The young woman said softly, watching the shock on the hokage's face. So he knew about their family training? Based on years of life, and skill - a shinobi in her clan was trained a certain way. "I have a strict regimen usually. Three meals a day, usually I cook them... I get five hours of sleep, unless I am on a deprivation training schedule - to prepare me for the eventuality of being in the field..." She admitted as she moved the food around in it's bowl.<br/><br/>"Yet their scared of you, they make you into a weapon and are scared of the weapon they make. I wish I could interfere in what the clans do... but that's part or our laws... the Hokage has no say in Clan decisions..."