Stress Response

At sunset, at Kakashi's home.

"Clack, clack..."

Brilliant blade-light swept across the targets.

When Kakashi's figure appeared, every target had been sliced in two and fallen to the ground.

Panting, he sheathed his sword.

His legs gave out, and he dropped straight to the ground.

Sweat dripped beside him. It had been far too long since he had trained at such intensity.

His physical condition had deteriorated considerably.

Hatake Sakumo had only been resurrected for two days, yet he had already found fault with Kakashi in every possible way.

It could not be helped. With Kakashi's current lazy, slack demeanor—

Back then, Sakumo would not even have wanted a subordinate like him.

Not to mention that his own son had let his taijutsu slide, and his swordsmanship as well.

Previously, they had not known there were so many powerful experts beyond their world. Now that intelligence regarding the Otsutsuki had been exposed—

Naturally, Kakashi could no longer be allowed to idle around.

Getting older was even less of a concern. Orochimaru had already revealed some of his research findings.

The lifespans of talented people like them would be greatly extended in the future.

With all sorts of training now arranged for him—

Kakashi's former leisurely, lazy days were gone for good.

Yet Kakashi was very happy.

His father had died so many years ago, yet he could still be resurrected and continue pushing him forward.

It was something he could never have dreamed of.

Even though Sakumo had gone out, Kakashi still trained with great seriousness.

He had already worked out for five hours, and his stomach was growling with hunger.

Kakashi struggled to his feet and went to the bathroom for a quick wash.

After changing clothes, he prepared to see whether his father had returned.

When he entered