Rest × Hospital

But politics is anti-human; I want to take you down simply because of interests, and only because of interests. As for the excuses, I can come up with a different set every time without ever repeating myself.

To a ninja, the Will of Fire is the goal, but to a politician, the Will of Fire is a tool.

Nara Dan felt that with Hatake Kakashi's intelligence, it was impossible for him not to see this, but why then did he never investigate or expose it later on?

The sunk cost was too great. His father, his comrades, his lover, his master, and his master's wife—they had all dedicated themselves to the Will of Fire. The price was too high, so high that he could no longer turn back.

But what Nara Dan was doing now was to pull Hatake Kakashi out of this ideological paradox, not by considering right or wrong, but by using the perspective of strength to directly override those notions of right and wrong.

He would use a stronger, third ideology to break the stalemate between the two conflicting ideas.

He would even go so far as to shatter the emotional image of White Fang in Hatake Kakashi's heart, replacing it with his own image instead.

Doing this was undoubtedly simpler and more brutal; it might be a good thing for Hatake Kakashi, though that was not necessarily the case for the Third.

But Nara Dan only sneered in his heart.

What did that have to do with him? As far as he was concerned, he had not only repaid the debt of guidance he owed White Fang during his lifetime, but he had also gained a potential-filled vassal.

Moreover, he was very much looking forward to seeing just how strong Hatake Kakashi could become when he was no longer shackled by the Sharingan or the Will of Fire.

After a long while, Hatake Kakashi stopped twitching. He raised his head, his mask now gone, revealing a handsome and youthful little face.

"Please, Teacher Nara, teach me!"

Nara Dan smiled; this was the outcome he had hoped to achieve.

Thinking of this, Nara Dan opened his system panel.

Hatake Kakashi

Talent Traits:

(Purple) Ninja Talent:

Possesses one-in-a-million ninja talent. A natural-born ninja; whether it is taijutsu, ninjutsu, or genjutsu, everything comes easily to you, and you are even capable of drawing inferences about other cases from one instance.

(Purple) Child of Destiny:

Favored by the world or certain entities, possessing a predetermined, miraculous fate. Usually plagued by disasters, yet always able to turn danger into safety.

"Hmm?"

Nara Dan was naturally not surprised by the first trait. A genius who became a chunin at six and a jonin at nine naturally had talent that went without saying.

Nara Dan had only ever seen the same talent trait on the Third.

The other trait was a bit of a surprise, but upon reflection, Nara Dan realized it made sense. Given Hatake Kakashi's history—the pattern of his father dying, his friends dying, and his master dying—calling him a Child of Destiny was no exaggeration. Furthermore, the Hatake Kakashi of the future could be considered successful; not just anyone could become the Sixth Hokage.

"If that's the case..."

"Is it possible that Uzumaki Naruto has a gold-level Child of Destiny trait?"

While pondering this, Nara Dan patted Hatake Kakashi on the shoulder and comforted him, "I am your instructor, so naturally, I will guide your training."

Taking this opportunity, a stream of chakra flowed into Hatake Kakashi's body.

Nara Dan frowned. With his level of knowledge regarding the human body, he could naturally detect the abnormalities in Hatake Kakashi's physique.

Good grief, his small, six-year-old body was riddled with hidden injuries. The wear and tear on his body was comparable to that of an adult ninja; it wasn't just his muscles and bones, but even his internal organs had suffered damage.

This was undoubtedly the result of Hatake Kakashi's excessive training.

'It seems that the reason Hatake Kakashi was stuck at the threshold of Kage-level in the future wasn't just because of the burden of the Sharingan.'

'Wasn't it also partly because his potential was exhausted by overtraining in his childhood?'

Nara Dan calculated silently.

"But before we begin training, you have something more important to do."

"Something more important?"

Hatake Kakashi's face was filled with confusion. Didn't he just say that becoming stronger was the most important thing?

The confused expression on his delicate little face made him look somewhat cute. Only now did he show the emotions appropriate for his age.

"Training, training... how can you train if you don't know how to rest?"

"For you right now, the most important thing is to rest."

"Rest... huh?"

Before Hatake Kakashi could think it over, a wave of exhaustion washed over him. His body felt incredibly heavy, and his eyelids felt as if he were lifting a barbell.

It wasn't just physical fatigue; it was a weariness of the soul.

With a thud, Hatake Kakashi's small body collapsed onto the ground.

Nara Dan retracted his hand, along with the chakra he had been circulating inside Hatake Kakashi's body.

Naturally, Nara Dan had used his chakra to stimulate specific acupoints in Hatake Kakashi's body to force him into a deep rest.

Having gone through the shattering and reshaping of his soul, this child was in desperate need of a good rest.

Nara Dan beckoned lightly, summoning a servant over.

"Take him to Konoha Hospital and make sure he gets proper treatment."

The medical standards in the ninja world were quite advanced; otherwise, how could those ninjas who squeezed their bodies' potential in exchange for power live past the age of sixty?

In Kakashi's case, he doubted the Third would be stingy with the medical expenses.

What's more, the Third was likely counting on Kakashi to become an heir to the Will of Fire.

Little did he know, Kakashi had already been molded into the shape of Nara Dan.

The next day, inside Konoha Hospital, A ray of morning sunlight spilled onto the hospital bed. Kakashi's handsome little face twitched a few times before he slowly opened his eyes.

"Where... is this?"

Kakashi muttered. He was lying on a pristine white bed, and on the nightstand, a flower glistening with dew was just beginning to bloom.

He recalled in a daze that he had been in Teacher Nara's courtyard last night, and then he had passed out, completely unconscious.

Had he just had a deep sleep?

Kakashi remembered the words Teacher Nara had spoken last night, 'Training, training—if you don't know how to rest, how can you call it training?'

Indeed, he felt incredibly light right now; not physically, but mentally.

The hidden injuries and exhaustion in his body could not be repaired in a single day.

Kakashi only felt that the burden on his soul had vanished, leaving behind nothing but ease.

In the past, he only knew how to train, because White Fang had only ever taught him how to train. To him, his father and training were his entire life.

And when his father disappeared, he felt his father had been wrong, and he wanted to make amends for his father's sake.

Likewise, it had been constant training, constant chasing, without a moment of respite.

"This is Konoha Hospital."

A female voice rang out. It was a nurse from Konoha Hospital; she seemed to have been there for a long time, but Kakashi had been so distracted he hadn't noticed.

Under normal circumstances, with Kakashi's tightly wound nerves, even a single insect or the chirp of a bird would have triggered his excessive vigilance.

"How does your body feel?"

The nurse asked in a gentle tone.

"How long have I been asleep?"

Kakashi answered with a question, his awkward personality unable to change overnight.

"Twelve hours."

The nurse didn't mind Kakashi's attitude; instead, she walked over to examine his body.

"The doctor said it was long-term physical and mental strain that caused your body to trigger a self-protection mechanism to recover."

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