Somehow Minato can never get over the pleasure of watching a Hyuuga work out the puzzle in front of him and even though this particular one may be small, it's importance to Minato is immeasurable. Somehow, letting the shinobi in front of him find the answer for himself though seems the better way to transfer that importance, even if only a small bit. So he stands patiently in the firelight and watches the quick work Neji makes of it.

The expression on that usually calm, impartial face is entirely worth it and Minato can't help the grin, proud of both his son and the young man in front of him for having such a quick mind.

"His mother's name was Uzumaki. I suppose the Sandaime decided to let him use it while he was growing up to keep my enemies from finding him easily. Yes. Naruto is my son. And you are his friend. Thank you for that."