Hatake Sakumo Brought Gifts This Time

During the afternoon break, Obito suddenly stood up.

"Shin-chan, I challenge you!"

The classroom fell silent for a second.

Shin-chan lay face down on the table, not even lifting his eyelids. "Why?"

"Because..." Obito paused, glancing in Rin's direction, "... because I want to compete."

Shin-chan rolled over and buried his face in his arms. "So troublesome."

"You don't dare?"

Shin-chan looked up at him, then lay back down. "My body tells me he doesn't want to move."

Someone nearby chuckled softly.

Obito's face turned even redder. He walked to Shin-chan's table, placed his hands on the edge of the table, and said, "Get up, let's have a match."

Shin-chan lifted his head from his arms and suggested, "Then let Shiro compete for me."

Obito was stunned for a moment. "What?"

"Shiro, go!"

Shiro looked at Obito, barked, and wagged its tail.

Obito's lips twitched. "You want a dog to compete with me?"

"Shiro is amazing," Shin-chan said earnestly, "And he also has Chakra."

"It's only been practicing its Chakra for a few days," Obito said. "How could it possibly be a match for me?"

Shiro Whitey barked again, as if in rebuttal.

Standing on the podium, watching this scene, Teacher Ibuki finally spoke, "Obito, go back to your seat."

"But teacher..."

"No buts." Teacher Ibuki said sternly, "No fooling around."

Obito wanted to say something, but was glared at by Teacher Ibuki, so he reluctantly Earth Flow his seat.

When After School, Shin-chan slowly packed his things.

He stopped when he reached the school gate.

Two people were standing at the door.

Hatake Sakumo leaned against the wall, wearing a light-colored coat, and looked a little thinner than the last time I saw him.

Kakashi stood next to him.

"Silver Haired Uncle, you're back!" Shin-chan's eyes lit up, and he ran over.

Sakumo looked down at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Yeah, just got back."

Shin-chan tilted his head and looked at him. "You seem to have lost weight."

Sakumo was taken aback.

"My face looks smaller," Shin-chan gestured.

Sakumo smiled. "Really?"

"Yes," Shin-chan said seriously, "My mom's face gets sunken every time she tries to lose weight, but she stops after three days saying she's too hungry."

Sakumo reached up and touched his face, then smiled. "Maybe so. I've had a lot of missions lately."

Shin-chan didn't know exactly how many missions there were; he only knew that the Silver Haired Uncle hadn't appeared for a long time, Kakashi had been going home alone lately.

Kakashi, standing to the side, turned his face away, seemingly lost in thought.

Sakumo patted Shin-chan's head, squatted down, and took out two short swords from behind his back.

The scabbard was dark blue, with black knots wrapped around it.

Sakumo handed one of the swords to Shin-chan and the other to Kakashi.

"This is something I brought back from the Land of Iron," Sakumo said. "It's made of a special metal and has a very high efficiency in transmitting Chakra."

Shin-chan took it, and it felt heavy in his hand, much heavier than the Wooden Sword from before.

"It's so heavy."

You'll get used to it.

Shin-chan pulled the short sword out a little; the blade was so shiny he could see his own face reflected in it. He quickly put the sword back in.

Seeing his reaction, Sakumo smiled and said, "You said last time that your father would bring back a gift when he came back from his mission."

Shin-chan looked up.

"I think I should bring something too." Sakumo's tone was very calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

"Thank you, uncle!"

Sakumo pulled another box from behind him and handed it to Shin-chan: "This one too."

Shin-chan took it, opened it, and his eyes lit up instantly.

A whole box of Chocolate Stick.

"Wow!" Shin-chan's voice rose considerably, "So many Chocolate Stick!"

Sakumo stood up with a smile and glanced at Kakashi.

Kakashi was looking down at the short sword in his hand, lost in thought.

Sakumo paused for a moment, then pulled out a box from behind him and handed it to Kakashi: "This is yours."

Kakashi took it, opened it, and glanced at it; it was exactly the same as Shin-chan's box.

I don't like Chocolate Stick.

Sakumo's expression stiffened for a moment, and he coughed awkwardly.

Shin-chan, who was overhearing this, exclaimed, "I like it! You can have it!"

Before he could finish speaking, Shin-chan had already reached out his hand.

But Kakashi was faster, instantly snatching the box back and holding it in his arms.

Shin-chan's hand missed its target, and he couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you say you didn't like it?"

Kakashi tucked the box deeper into his clothes. "Even if I don't like it, I can't give it to you."

Shin-chan stared at him, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Why? You're not eating.

Kakashi ignored him, as if he were guarding something important.

Shin-chan -chan pouted, then turned to look at Sakumo, looking pitiful.

"That's all, I only brought two boxes." Sakumo suppressed a laugh and spread his hands.

Kakashi glanced at him. "Don't you already have a box?"

"That's different," Shin-chan said. "You can never have too many Chocolate Stick."

Kakashi fell silent, unsure of what to say.

Shin-chan, clutching his box of Chocolate Stick, still lurking, asked, "You really don't like them?"

"Dislike."

"It'll expire if you leave it there."

"Won't."

"It will get moldy."

"Won't."

"Insects will crawl in."

Kakashi took a deep breath. "No."

Shin-chan sighed, his face saying, "I'm so worried about you." "Alright then, remember to give it to me before it gets moldy."

Kakashi didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Sakumo stood to the side watching the two brats and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Kakashi looked up at him, and he quickly stopped laughing, pretending to admire the scenery.

Shin-chan had already opened his box and started eating, mumbling, "Uncle, will you bring a present next time you come back?"

What do you want to bring?

Shin-chan tilted his head and thought for two seconds, "Chocolate Stick."

"Okay," Sakumo agreed.

Kakashi whispered something beside him, so softly that Sakumo didn't hear it. He looked down at him and asked, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Kakashi turned his face away.

Sakumo looked at his profile and suddenly reached out and ruffled his hair.

Kakashi didn't dodge, letting his father's hands rub his head.

When Shin-chan got home, Hiroshi hadn't returned yet.

"Mom, the Silver Haired Uncle came back today and brought me a gift."

Miya's voice drifted from the kitchen. "What gift?"

It's a short knife.

"What?!" Miya rushed out of the kitchen, spatula in hand, "A short knife?"

Shin-chan held up the short sword for her to see.

Miya looked at the knife, took a deep breath, and said, "Shin-chan, you're only five years old, you can't play with knives!"

"This isn't for playing around; it's for training. Kakashi has one too."

After saying that, Shin-chan ran into the Living Room, put the short sword on the table, and then hugged the Chocolate Stick to his chest.

Miya opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.