"Train hard. The future of Konoha belongs to you."
Kakashi and Obito were undoubtedly both Hokage material. When it came to their personalities, Torifu had more faith in Obito.
But it was still too soon to say which of them would ultimately claim the title.
Obito was far weaker than Kakashi. Torifu didn't know whether he could catch up through sheer effort later on.
In any case, Torifu was already doing his best to narrow the gap between the three of them.
"Keep your hand steady! Keep your eyes on the enemy!"
"Stand straight! Stop swaying!"
Chirori's stern voice rang out again and again. Obito was extremely nervous, constantly adjusting his posture.
Chirori usually looked gentle and serene, but when it came to training, she was terrifyingly strict.
Few people knew that, though. After all, the only student Chirori had ever truly trained was Fugaku Uchiha.
Fugaku's rapid improvement was thanks in no small part to Chirori.
In the training yard behind the house, Kakashi practiced with the Storm Release Puppet.
The Puppet's Chakra came from Torifu.
In theory, it was inexhaustible.
But Kakashi's Chakra wasn't. Although he didn't have a Sharingan constantly draining it, Kakashi still had a relatively large reserve compared with other ninja.
Even so, practicing ninjutsu with the Puppet consumed a great deal of Chakra.
And Kakashi wasn't particularly familiar with Storm Release, so he often made mistakes.
After about half an hour, he had almost run out of Chakra.
Kakashi sat on the ground, panting.
"Can you keep going?" the Puppet asked in its cold voice.
Kakashi gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet. "I can! Let's keep practicing."
But the Puppet simply took out a small, delicate flower. A large bead of liquid, like dew, clung to its stamen.
"Suck the liquid from