Huh. That's weird. Minato listened on, slightly dazed. Was he supposed to go to France and kill this guy? He shuffled around in his seat, trying not to imitate the guys from yesterday who had their heads forcibly removed. Just his luck, everyone else would have a good chuckle over the disfiguring hole in his head. 

"Umm," he started. "What am I supposed to do about my homework? Could I have that sent to me by e-mail, or a Google Doc, or something?"