There is a chinese saying that a desirable woman is one who is capable in the kitchen and presentable in the living room. I’ll say Minato is both AND a lot more in the bedroom. Just try to keep your eyes away from these:
Oh, my hopes and dreams!
Jun’ichi, you bastard, I salute you.
Psychologists say there is a fine line between the senses of fear and arousal, of which Minato delivers both brilliantly, marinating us with flavors of lust, fear, awe, and admiration—all served up on the same plate. The whole presentation is marred only by the serving of the innocuous bluefin, which should have been instead the fugu, a fish whose deadly poison tests the bravery of every young man who dares to put his tongue on, much like the forbidden fruit Jun’ichi is thinking of tasting.
There is another saying: behind every great man there is an able woman. Minato’s coolheaded demeanor amid a sea of chaos would certainly qualify her as able, unlike the helpless, snotty princess who precipitated the whole mess. But damn it, that is exactly why Minato will lose out to Yuuhi at the end, not because Minato is Jun’ichi’s sister, and not because Yuuhi is his fiancé, but because Minato is not the damsel in distress like Yuuhi is. I fear that I’m repeating my True Tears mistake: cheering for the girl that can never be. :_(