A trace of envy flashed through Hiruko's eyes as he asked again, "Are all five chakra natures really just the foundation?!"
Mingye nodded. As if he had seen through Hiruko's thoughts, he advised him, "Heh heh! Don't dwell on it. I know what you're thinking. Whether it's Orochimaru, Tsunade, or Jiraiya, those children may have a little more talent for ninjutsu than you do, but when it comes to knowledge, perhaps only Orochimaru could dare claim to be barely your equal! Hiruko, you must understand that sometimes, our own strength is not truly strength. The strength of our companions is what matters most! You are a fine successor. Study this ninjutsu knowledge well. When this old man retires, I will leave this place in your care!"
"Thank you, sir! Your subordinate will certainly work hard to learn every kind of ninjutsu!"
Watching Mingye turn and leave, Hiruko expressed immense gratitude and bowed to see him off. Yet inwardly, he swore, You are wrong, sir. Another person's strength will always belong to another person. No matter how strong one's companions are, it will never be one's own strength. Only by becoming the strongest oneself can one earn respect. No matter how much one knows, won't one still end up as lowly as you, forever hiding behind the scenes? I do not want to become someone like you. Perhaps others cannot do it, but that does not mean I cannot!
...Ten years later
"Kakashi! Hatake Kakashi!"
In a bamboo forest in the Land of Grass, Kakashi was hurrying toward his destination when a familiar shout suddenly came from behind him. He turned around, and the sight of the newcomer left him utterly stunned.
"A Konoha rogue ninja! Hiruko!"
"Kakashi! You really are lucky! Just as expected of the Konoha White Fang's son.