This would've been an opportune time to take out the actual book and flip through it for a rough gameplan, however-- The gifts Minato got here were the first in a long time where he's felt like they weren't some sort of obligation; as such, they were safely kept in his spacious room that wasn't filled with much else, and he was loathe to really bring most of them places where he could easily lose them. There was nothing of value there aside from its role as a place to return to and sleep, but now it was different. Then again, it wasn't the objects as much as the people who gave them, huh? He'd just have to give it a glance when he got back.

"... Look I. I don't really know what I'm doing."

Ahh, why couldn't he just say simple words of gratitude in return; up crept his usual pessimism. The admittance came with an even further deflation from his normal posture, and he rubbed the back of his head. He stayed quiet again for a bit, before elaborating in an unsure tone.

"It sounded... really hard, learning how to talk to them. I don't actually get why I'm still considering it."

It was a group disciplined and united that all knew each other, and he didn't know if he would have any proper place standing alongside them even if he tried. Why did he want to do this? He wasn't even very good at conversations with normal people, much less substituting those for sacred beings. And that's if he succeeded. He was now considering thorough additional studying; a teenage boy without fancy credentials who was part-time monster fighter, intel gatherer, and dutiful medical provider.

He must've been out of his mind.

"If you're really willing to help either way though..." Minato trailed off, slowly shaking his head. "I can't promise much."