Kakashi's Training

Compared to the gloomy Root base, Konoha was bathed in the morning sun, shining brilliantly.

Kakashi walked at the forefront with his hands in his pockets, followed by Kazashiro, who was full of curiosity about everything.

Unlike Sakumo, who answered every question, Kakashi, though sounding impatient, did not remain silent and answered Kazashiro's questions concisely.

The scene at that time was like this:

Kazashiro (pointing to the building in front): Kakashi, what is this?

Kakashi: Public restroom.

Kazashiro (So that's how it is): Oh, Old Eight's cafeteria.

Kakashi:?

Kazashiro (pointing to another building): Kakashi, what is that?

Kakashi: Ninja Academy.

Kazashiro (pointing to a green, upside-down monster not far away): Kakashi, what is that?

Kakashi: Pervert.

Kazashiro: Oh, huh? Green, upside-down monster...

Kazashiro smacked his forehead, thinking to himself: Good heavens, isn't that the founder of the "Three Musketeers of Joy," Might Duy?!

And his son is even more incredible, Konoha's Azure Beast, Might Guy! The man who almost ended the world with a single kick!

Unfortunately, in this world of bloodline superiority, the Hokage's son is the Hokage, the Anbu's son is Anbu, and the scapegoat's son is the scapegoat. Even if he achieved a moment of glory at the cost of his life by opening the Gate of Death through the Eight Gates, he was ultimately not the protagonist.

Speaking of which, if this theory holds true, my cheap dad is the Pot Kage, so wouldn't that make me a mini Pot Kage?!

Kazashiro began to doubt whether coming to Konoha was a good choice after all.

In the Hokage's Office, Danzo's sinister gaze had left quite a psychological shadow on him.

He wasn't afraid that Danzo would conduct strange experiments on him, but rather worried that after the Uchiha clan was wiped out according to the plot, Sasuke, driven by revenge, might sacrifice him after taking down Danzo.

In that case, if he wanted to live comfortably in this world, he had to find a way to prevent Danzo from interfering in Uchiha affairs, especially to prevent the Night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre from happening.

Damn it, why don't I have Uchiha blood, yet I have to worry about them as if I were an Uchiha myself?

This is unfair!

Lost in his thoughts, Kazashiro didn't notice that Kakashi had already led him away from the bustling streets and into a dense jungle path.

Sensing Kakashi stop, Kazashiro looked around and heard Kakashi's indifferent voice: "Alright, we're here."

"Uh, where are we?" Kazashiro blinked his innocent big eyes.

"My training spot, do you want to come?" Kakashi swayed his body, doing various warm-up exercises.

"Uh, training..." Kazashiro looked up at the steep, vertical mountain peak before him and, without realizing it, was already drenched in sweat.

It seems there was this plot point, Kakashi trained in single-hand rock climbing from a young age.

Seeing Kazashiro didn't respond, Kakashi didn't mind. After finishing his warm-up, he leaped up, grabbed a protrusion with one hand, and began to climb upward, inch by inch, right before Kazashiro's eyes.

"Uh, I won't participate." Kazashiro raised his hands in surrender, sat cross-legged on a relatively clean patch of ground, and quietly watched Kakashi show off, oh no, train.

Although called a genius by people, this guy put in just as much effort as anyone else.

Watching Kakashi climb up bit by bit, Kazashiro took the opportunity to sort through the information he had currently obtained.

Well, for ninjas, information is very important.

Thanks to Kirigakure's abysmal secrecy system, Kazashiro, who had lived in Kirigakure for four years, had no idea where the plot was.

In Kirigakure, you couldn't even find out the name of your own Mizukage or which generation he was. Kazashiro could only infer from the fact that the Bloody Mist Village policy was still in effect that he should be at a point in time before the Fourth Shinobi World War broke out.

It wasn't until he arrived in Konoha and saw Hiruzen Sarutobi, who hadn't grown white hair yet, and a young Kakashi that he was able to pinpoint the timeline.

It seemed he had been reborn at a point in time before the Third Shinobi World War broke out, which was also Konoha's golden age.

White Fang was still alive, the Uchiha clan was still thriving, and a certain yellow-haired star was about to rise. The entire village was full of vitality and burgeoning development.

Unfortunately, this false prosperity didn't last long. With White Fang being driven to death by rumors, the Third Shinobi World War breaking out, and Comrade Kenji falling prey to Madara, becoming the Man in the Mask, followed by the deaths of Minato Namikaze and his wife—

The general plot should be something like this.

Perhaps due to having died once, Kazashiro wasn't very confident in his own memory.

Relying on anything is not as good as relying on oneself.

Glancing again at Kakashi, who had climbed much higher, Kazashiro also prepared to begin his own training.

He extended his right hand and tried his best to mobilize the not-so-abundant chakra within him. As the chakra flowed through his body, a chill enveloped him.

With his efforts, a ball of ice gradually condensed in his palm, and then, under Kazashiro's control, it began to take on facial features.

Creating ice sculptures was a training method Kazashiro had discovered by studying the scroll left by his mother.

This method of fine chakra manipulation could strengthen Kazashiro's control over chakra, similar to how covering the soles of his feet with chakra allowed him to climb trees and walk on water.

Soon, a fist-sized ice sculpture, recognizable as Kakashi from its outline, was completed.

"With just those dead fish eyes, it's indeed easy to make." Looking at the Kakashi statue, which only required eyes and no other facial features, Kazashiro chuckled, tossed it aside, and continued to make the next ice sculpture.

Hmm, how about increasing the difficulty and making one of Danzo?

After all, that guy has one less eye than a normal person when making it.

Oh right, can't forget the iconic mushroom on his chin.

As one ice sculpture of Danzo after another was created, Kazashiro's work evolved from being an eyesore at the beginning to being able to clearly depict the facial features.

"Hey, who are you?" Just as his movements became more fluid, Kakashi's voice suddenly rang out.

He looked up and saw that, at some point, a ninja dressed as an Anbu had appeared before him.

The other party was currently staring intently at the ice sculpture in Kazashiro's hands. Due to the mask, it was impossible to tell what expression they had.

Kakashi, who had already completed his climb and returned to the ground, watched the Anbu before him warily, completely disregarding the dull ache in his muscles.

The Anbu didn't speak, but instead took out a syringe from his pocket and looked at Kazashiro.

"Uh, you..." Putting down the ice sculpture in his hand, Kazashiro pointed at himself: "You want to draw my blood?"

"That's right." The Anbu finally spoke, then strode forward, grabbed Kazashiro's arm, and was about to insert the syringe.

"Hey, wait, did you disinfect it?" Looking at the needle directly exposed to the air, Kazashiro wanted to promote the necessity of disinfection to the other party, but the other party clearly didn't give him a chance to speak and went straight for the insertion.

"You guy—" Seeing that he was being ignored, Kakashi was about to step forward, but two more Anbu appeared before him.