Smack!
With a crisp crack, bluish-black egg yolk burst like fireworks, and thick, rotten liquid slowly ran down the red front gate carved with ancient patterns, piling up on the threshold already covered in all kinds of colorful filth.
"Trash! Garbage!"
"Why aren't you dead yet?"
"Disgrace of Konoha!"
Yet the stench that shot into the sky did not drive the surrounding crowd away. Instead, it further inflamed their emotions, and venomous curses rang out without end.
Most of these people were ordinary residents of Konoha. A very small number of them were dressed like ninja, mixed in among the crowd, and they were the ones cursing the loudest.
"Move! All of you, move!"
Panting hard, Kakashi shoved through the crowd gathered in front of his own gate. When he saw the door plastered thick with filth, he nearly fainted from anger.
"Bastards, what are you doing in front of my house?!"
"Your house? Everyone, look! This brat is that scum's son!"
The onlookers holding rotten eggs and watermelon rinds turned to look at the furious white-haired boy. No one knew who shouted first, but in an instant, Kakashi felt countless waves of intense malice surge toward him.
Smack!
Before he could react, a sticky watermelon rind had already smashed onto his head. And the one who had started it all was actually a child who looked even younger than Kakashi.
"Why are you doing this?"
Forcing down the urge to draw his blade, Kakashi crushed the rind under his foot and swept his reddened eyes around the crowd, questioning them coldly.
Perhaps intimidated by the killing intent he had unconsciously revealed, the trembling ordinary residents lowered their heads one by one and pretended to be quails. The child who had thrown the rind was so frightened that his crotch