Quiet life passed quickly, and more than half a year slipped by unnoticed.
It was April again. In Konoha, cherry blossoms drifted through the air.
On the streets that morning, Chiyo led Obito Uchiha toward the Ninja Academy.
Today was the day new students enrolled.
Obito wore a brand-new blue short-sleeved shirt and the goggles Chiyo had given him.
He looked around excitedly, occasionally hopping twice like a lively little beast.
"Clan Leader, will the Ninja Academy teachers really teach us ninjutsu?"
Obito tilted his head up, anticipation shining in his eyes.
Chiyo smiled faintly and ruffled his spiky hair.
"Of course, but only if you study seriously."
"I'll definitely become the best student!"
Obito clenched his fists and declared solemnly.
"Then I'll join the Guard Unit and protect the Uchiha just like you!"
Chiyo nodded, feeling gratified.
He had sent Obito to the Ninja Academy instead of putting him through closed training because he hoped the boy could interact with children his age and develop richer "emotions."
A ninja who only knew how to fight would ultimately never truly understand the future of the village and the clan.
The Uchiha's advantage was naturally the Sharingan.
And awakening the Sharingan had to be accompanied by one emotional entanglement after another.
Richer emotions were undoubtedly the best "fertilizer" for awakening it.
The moment they turned the corner, they saw a familiar father and son approaching.
Hatake Sakumo and Kakashi Hatake.
Kakashi still wore his mask. His dead fish eyes lazily swept over the surroundings, as though nothing could interest him.
"Chiyo, what a coincidence."
Hatake Sakumo greeted him with a smile.
"Sakumo, are you taking Kakashi to enroll too?"
"Yes. I was worried he wouldn't fit in with the other students."
Chiyo looked the two of them over.
The moment Obito