Konoha Year 61, November 13
Konoha, the Land of Fire
Hatake Mansion
Snow covered the land.
The sky.
The snow that fell on the road for the past two days saw the sun.
It melted into water visible to the naked eye.
Only the treetops and roofs were left white.
Hatake Kakashi stepped on the remaining thin snow on the roof of his house and looked at the faint smoke in Konoha from afar. The warm smoke was more conspicuous in the cold wind than usual.
Especially the Konoha cafeteria.
It came straight out of the squat chimney.
It flew to the height of the New Naruto building and gradually dispersed.
And the more it dispersed,
The more the smell of cabbage and lean meat fried noodles drilled into the nostrils of the well-trained ninja.
"Rumble." Finally, Kakashi couldn't control his stomach.
He let it rumble on its own. He didn't like to eat in the cafeteria, but he didn't care about the taste of the cafeteria as much as Sensei did. Besides, it was breakfast time, and he was hungry.
When he was hungry, he couldn't think of any additional meaning. It's just that Kakashi couldn't climb to the cafeteria to look for food yet, because according to the training mission that Sensei gave him yesterday, he still hadn't finished today's morning exercise.
One hundred high leg lifts, that's all.
Kakashi breathed in and out, adjusted his muscles, made hand seals, and reignited the faint Chakra on the soles of his feet. Then, he aimed at a small pine tree in the backyard.
The ornamental pine tree wasn't tall.
The thin branches were bent at an angle due to the weight of the snow. But Kakashi still jumped on the slanted treetop without hesitation.
He immediately leaned on it and stepped on it with his left and right legs quickly and accurately 100 times.
The goal was to step on the snow without leaving a trace. This was Konoha's traditional Chakra control training, an advanced version of climbing trees and stepping on water.
It was specially designed for elite Jonin like him, who used Chakra to the point of eating and drinking.
Kakashi hadn't deliberately done this kind of boring training for nearly ten years. In fact, as early as ten years ago, he passed this level under Sensei's strict supervision. At his best, he could even step on the Huo Xuanmen's head back and forth, and he was never really caught by that idiot.
But now?
For an adult ninja who has already formed his Chakra, even a Hokage would be envious of him if he could increase his Chakra by 30 years. But for Ninjutsu, the more uncontrollable Chakra in the body, the more powerful the Explosive Tags tied to the body, just like the Force Of Human Column.
Of course, Kakashi wasn't like me, Eero, or Naruto, who had uncontrollable power. Moreover, what he gained was not an external force, but an honest reward from his body for years of tireless training. But … Kakashi, who had finished his high kick in the blink of an eye, looked at the smoke again. He did not want to see the broken branches under his feet and the snow on the ground!
Unfortunately, he would have to see it sooner or later even if he didn't want to. It wasn't like both of his eyeballs were plucked out, and he couldn't hang them on a tree for the rest of his life.
"Kakashi, are you done?"
Kakashi glanced at Mute Kato, the female healer who had accompanied him for the whole morning, and the snow under her feet was still intact. He sighed and jumped down from the tree. "Bang." Not only did the snow on the ground break, but the floor tiles also cracked.
Mute frowned.
Kakashi took off the weights before the high kick test and put them back into his trousers.
Mute frowned even more, "You shouldn't put on weights so early."
"Sensei used to directly put weights on me when he trained me." Kakashi knocked on the steel plate, "He said it worked quickly, and it really worked."
"But you don't seem to have made much progress now."
"Maybe I'm still not used to it." Kakashi put on the leg guard again, rolled up his sleeves, and stretched out his hand.
Mute lit up her green Chakra and pressed it on. She checked it while writing in her notebook, and asked, "Do you feel any discomfort when you use Ninjutsu?"
"Nope."
"That's good." Mute put down her hand, opened the medicine box, and took out a syringe and shook it in front of Kakashi.
Kakashi looked at the ten-centimeter-long syringe shining with silver light, and opened the blindfold resignedly.
Mute opened Kakashi's closed eyelids, carefully inserted the syringe, and then touched Kakashi's loose eyelids while slowly pushing the medicine. "How do you feel?"
"Okay." Although it wasn't the first time, Kakashi couldn't tell if it was awkward or uncomfortable. He only felt a warm liquid quickly fill the empty space in his eye sockets. Not long after, it slowly began to solidify, as if a round jelly had been stuffed into his eyes. It cooled down again, and his orbicularis oculi muscles tightened a little. "How much longer do I have to hit this thing?"
Mute pulled out the syringe, "Until we find a way to repair the nerves in your eyes."
"So this syringe doesn't actually have any practical use?" Kakashi put on the blindfold and frowned.
"It's still useful. At least it won't make your eyelids collapse. If they do, you'll be disfigured."
"Compared to disfigurement, it's more difficult to accept that you can't live without this medicine for the rest of your life."
"Why is it for the rest of your life? Maybe there'll be a way soon." Mute looked at Kakashi's stern expression, but it was more like looking at a cat that had nothing left to live for. She couldn't help but laugh. Yes, when you leave home when you're young and come back, you'll suddenly find that the people and things you used to know are completely different from what you remember. Your hometown will also become unfamiliar. But if you can find even a little bit of deja vu, the strangeness will quickly disappear … Mute Kato seemed to have found traces of her life in Konoha after following Kakashi for the past few days. She could even match him with the little brat with dead fish eyes in her memory. But this had nothing to do with a medical ninja. "Moreover, Kakashi, between the wishes of the injured and the will of Naruto, a medical ninja can only unconditionally obey the latter. Four Generations -sama didn't seem to have told you, but before and after your eye surgery, he paid special attention to your face. "
Kakashi could only sigh, "I'll talk to him later."
Mute didn't think that Kakashi, who had evolved from a rebellious and awkward boy into a filial young man, had the ability to persuade his sensei. But that had nothing to do with her. As long as she followed Tsunade-sensei's instructions and didn't meddle in other people's business, especially among the higher-ups, she could save a lot of trouble. "Then, this morning's treatment is over. I'll come back in the afternoon."
"Oh, okay." Kakashi sent the medical ninja with the medical box out of the door and went straight to the kitchen. He only drank a few mouthfuls of water in the morning, so he was really hungry.
But he still couldn't eat his fill quickly. Because Naruto wasn't at home, except for him, Eero, no one would pay attention to the stock in the fridge. But Gaara won't come back with groceries, and his teacher probably won't be interested in cooking for a Jinchuriki or a mere disciple of another country. "Someone come."
"Yes, Hatake Sama."
"Is there anything to eat?"
"Ah, there is." The Anbu on duty reached into his pocket.
But Kakashi looked at the oily round soldier food pill in his subordinate's hand, and suddenly felt that he wasn't that hungry. "Well, don't act rashly unless you have enough. Go to the cafeteria and ask for a nutritious breakfast."
However, the Anbu didn't move, he just pointed to Naruto's bedroom.
Kakashi felt a little embarrassed, "You're just an Anbu on duty outside, you're not a guard, go and ask for food! Bring back Naruto's food. "
"Four Generations -sama's hospital will send it." The Anbu pouted, but still quickly ran to the cafeteria.
Kakashi put down his foot, adjusted his mask, and gently pushed the door to his sensei's bedroom. The room was dark, and it didn't look like it was dawn. It was warm from the heater in the corner, and it didn't feel like it was winter. In short, this was a good place to sleep. Kakashi, who woke up early, couldn't help but yawn, nodded to the red-eyed Shadow Guard in front of the window, and walked a few steps to his sensei's bed. As expected, it was a big quilt covering his head. But compared to usual, only a few strands of his hair were exposed, today there was an extra hand, and the hand was holding a small alarm clock, and the alarm clock stopped at 6 o 'clock in the morning.
"Didn't you say you would watch my training today?" Kakashi whispered, and took the alarm clock from his sensei's hand, and then he saw the hand shrink back into the quilt like a spring.
"…"
Kakashi looked up at the clock on the wall, it was already 7: 05. Perhaps, he should wake up his sensei now. After all, his leave was canceled yesterday, and he had to go back to the office at 8 o 'clock today. But after hesitating for more than ten seconds, he just gently pulled his sensei's quilt down. According to his experience, he should be able to sleep for another 20 minutes.
But Bo Fung Watergate, who was under the quilt, didn't think so. No, it should be said that the one under the quilt was not Bo Fung Watergate, but Uchiha Shisui. When Shisui saw Kakashi come out of the room, he lifted the quilt, jumped up, and knelt down to salute himself in the shadow. Uchiha Shisui, no, Bo Fung Watergate, in the shadow, gritted his teeth and sighed. He really hoped to see Kakashi kick the door in the next second. However, I already know what kind of effect losing the Sharingan will have on Kakashi, but with the Transformation Jutsu and a basic Genjutsu, he can't even recognize me. The difference in aura between the two of us is obviously a lot, cough. "
"Kakashi just didn't expect that you would lie to him." Shisui handed him a cup of warm water.
"But his enemies and opponents will lie to him." Watergate's throat was dry, but his voice was still a little hoarse, "Dojutsu is really convenient. You can see what's real and what's fake without using your brain at all. It's no wonder that he's been relying on it for more than ten years. It's my fault. Perhaps, if I had paid attention to this problem earlier, Kakashi wouldn't have been so simple-minded at the age of 30. "
Shisui nodded.
But Watergate looked at Shisui, who was actually quite simple-minded, and patted his good subordinate's shoulder, "Really, compared to Fugaku, whether it's you, Itachi, or Sasuke, you all opened your eyes too early."
"So I was once as naive as Kakashi?"
"No." Watergate patted Shisui's shoulder hard again, "It's all of you, and it's still the same now. I have something to do, so pretend to be me until it's time to go to work. I'll wait for you in the office. Also, you're not allowed to lower the difficulty for Kakashi. This time, I have to teach him a lesson. Otherwise, even if I scold him for being simple-minded, he still won't believe me."
"Yes, sir, but …" Uchiha Shisui watched the target of his protection disappear, and swallowed the words "breakfast". He had no choice but to crawl back under the blanket. Anyway, with Naruto's current "wisdom," he should know that if he didn't want his stomach to hurt again, he had to eat properly.
So, after the time it took to eat a meal.
Konoha, the Land of Fire, Youjiwei's house.
Youjiwei looked at the unfolded newspaper in his hand and the waistband of his trousers, then looked at Bo Fung Watergate, who had landed on the ground with a big red apple in his mouth, and blinked hard.
"I'm not interested in old men, so don't randomly flirt with me." Watergate looked at Zhiwei's two thin legs and the white ceramic toilet bowl under him, and directly knocked the apple in his hand into Zhiwei's front teeth, "The canteen's after-meal fruit today is crispy and sweet. You're really lucky."
In order to not expose himself, Zhiwei couldn't let go of the newspaper in his hand and pick the apple. But in order to talk, he could only bite the apple. "Oh, crunch."
"What crunch?" Watergate maintained his smile, "Why are you stuttering? Are you constipated? You should eat more fruit if you're constipated. "
Youjiwei finally bit the apple in half. Half fell to the ground, and the other half broke in his mouth. "Bah, Bo Fung Watergate! Don't you feel disgusted?! "
"Aiyaya, we used to do it together in the wilderness when we were out on missions in the past. Why are you so embarrassed?"
"I feel disgusted."
"I'm the one who should feel disgusted." Watergate turned sideways to avoid Zhiwei's apple dregs mixed with saliva, and laughed loudly as he went out.
Zhiwei's heart trembled when he heard this. Naruto of the Four Generations's smile could be happy, angry, depressed, and so on depending on the occasion. But every time he laughed … Who knew what was wrong with his brain?!
"Zhiwei, hurry up, I have something to tell you."
Zhiwei didn't say anything.
"I'm going to work soon, and there's a meeting as soon as I get to work. I have something to discuss with you before the meeting."
Zhiwei still didn't say anything.
Watergate didn't urge him anymore, but put the toilet paper roll on his fingertips and twirled it nimbly.
After the sound of the toilet bowl being flushed, Youjiwei's leisurely voice immediately became clear, "Watergate, give me back the toilet paper."
"You're finally willing to talk." Our Naruto tossed the toilet paper up and down loudly.
Zhiwei grunted, then asked flatteringly, "What's wrong?"
"Let me tell you from the beginning." Watergate sighed, "Fugaku is dead, and Itachi doesn't want to follow the path his father set for him. It just so happens that I don't plan to let the Uchiha family control Konoha's security system anymore. So, the only candidates who don't have the surname Uchiha, have a bit of seniority, can take up the position immediately, and are trusted by me are you and Dingzhuo. Dingzhuo's prestige among the younger generation is higher than yours, and he's no longer the foodie who salivates over barbecued meat. And I absolutely believe that you're more suitable for that position than him. But you also know that you've been running around mysteriously all these years, and your reputation isn't well-known. "
"Yes, I know. Didn't you give me a hint when you asked me to come back and asked me to investigate the spy in the Black Ops? First, to investigate properly, and second, to show your face to the younger generation in Konoha. "
"But you didn't listen to me and work hard to improve your reputation."
"You didn't give me any orders. Usually, you mean that the choice is in my hands."
"That's true." Watergate sighed again, "Because although you're in charge of the outside intelligence network, it's still very important. If you come back, I can only get the information from the intelligence department and Jiraiya sensei. Information that can't be corroborated isn't good. But you're already 40 years old, and your son is already 15. If you don't stay by his side, he might get married in a few years, and you won't even get to see the bride. I'm also giving you a chance to not run around and tire yourself out. "
"I don't need such a chance."
"Yes, yes, yes. Youjiwei's son is very easy to deal with. He's not as troublesome as Chūdō's family." Watergate sighed, "But that doesn't affect the relationship between father and son. Look at me. I'm 40 years old, and I'm lying to myself if I say that I'm still full of energy. Especially this year, I've rested for a few days after the cold virus. I don't dare to stay up too late, or I'll feel uncomfortable the next day. So … "
"Okay, don't make yourself sound so pitiful. Didn't you just change your mind again? When do you not change your mind a few times before you announce something important? I'm used to it. " Zhiwei also sighed, "Just tell me what you want me to do. You're holding the toilet paper in your hand, and I can't run away.
"You'll stay as the head of the security department." Watergate continued to spin the toilet paper.
"That's Dante."
"He'll be the head of the secret department."
"…" Zhiwei felt that if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't move, he would have spat on Watergate's face.
"I just thought of it. You see, these days when Kakashi didn't take care of things, Itachi was in charge of the external affairs, and Shisui was in charge of the internal affairs, and Itachi cooperated well with him. I don't want my successors to worry about Uchiha's Dark Department in the future, so I let Dingzhuo take care of them to protect them.
"…" Zhiwei was silent for a long time, "How did Kakashi provoke you today?"
"No, you need a trusted person for the vacant position anyway. He's free now. "
"He can go to the security department, and I'll continue to do my external intelligence work."
"Have you forgotten how Fugaku died? Mikoto Uchiha is still alive, and Konoha's female ninja can't be underestimated. "
"But … Kakashi is in the intelligence work, he's too conspicuous."
"Jiraiya sensei is also conspicuous."
"Jiraiya -sama has been famous for a long time, and his strength is outstanding, no one is willing to risk causing trouble for him." Zhiwei frowned, "Kakashi is … Although he's always a little confused, and his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, but if you let him go out as a target, you'd better be careful that he doesn't turn into a sponge later."
Watergate snorted and clenched the toilet paper in his hand, "That kid needs to be trained now, and I don't have the energy to take care of him now. He's not a rookie who hasn't grown any hair yet, so let the actual combat teach him a good lesson for me."
Education is for actual combat.
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