The liveliness on Naruto's side stood in stark contrast to the desolation in Kakashi's home.
So many years had passed.
Kakashi had also escaped the nightmare of Midnight Fierce Rin.
But whenever he looked at the group photos on the table,
his feelings became incredibly complicated.
Hands that could never be washed clean, a Sharingan that could never be closed.
Thinking back on everything that had happened, and on meeting Naruto...
In that instant, Kakashi felt as though he had fallen into darkness.
He wanted to jump out, but countless hands were always pulling at his feet.
Looking down, he saw his father, Teacher Minato and Mistress Kushina, Obito, Rin...
But what terrified Kakashi most was that the one gripping his ankle was his twelve-year-old self, the self who had become a Jonin.
He felt so, so tired. Closing his eyes, Midnight Fierce Rin, whom he had not seen in years, appeared once more.
"Ah!"
Kakashi suddenly sat upright, drenched in cold sweat.
"Did I fall asleep while meditating?"
"Well... I really am an incompetent teacher, an incompetent student, an incompetent comrade."
He raised his head and glanced at the sky. The sunlight was bright and brilliant.
Yet his heart was icy cold.
Suddenly, a chill wind swept in from behind him.
Turning around, he saw the front door being pushed open.
A figure like a little sun appeared.
He had blond hair and a gentle smile on his face.
That handsome face was so familiar, yet at that moment, it also seemed so strange.
Kakashi rubbed his eyes, thinking he had not woken up yet and was still dreaming.
The next moment, a fiery red figure appeared beside the little sun.
Blood-red hair fluttered in the air.
The appearance of this handsome man and beautiful woman made Kakashi's eyes