At sunset, at Kakashi's home.
"Slash, slash..."
Brilliant blade light swept across the targets.
By the time Kakashi's figure appeared, every target had been split in two and fallen to the ground.
Panting, he sheathed his sword.
His legs gave out, and he dropped straight to the ground.
Sweat dripped beside him. It had been far too long since he had trained at such intensity.
His physical condition had declined considerably.
Hatake Sakumo had only been resurrected for two days, yet he had already found fault with Kakashi in every possible way.
It couldn't be helped. With Kakashi's current lazy state—
Back then, Sakumo would not even have wanted a subordinate like him.
Not to mention that his own son had abandoned both taijutsu and swordsmanship.
Before, they had not known that there were so many powerful experts in the outside world. Now that intelligence about the Otsutsuki had been exposed—
Naturally, Kakashi could no longer be allowed to idle around.
Getting older was an even smaller concern. Orochimaru had already revealed some of his research results.
For talented people like them, their lifespans would be greatly extended in the future.
With all kinds of training now arranged—
Kakashi's former leisurely, lazy days were gone for good.
Yet Kakashi was very happy.
His father had been dead for so many years, yet he could still be resurrected and continue pushing him forward.
It was something Kakashi could never have dreamed of.
Even though Sakumo had gone out, Kakashi still trained with great seriousness.
He had already worked out for five hours, and his stomach was growling with hunger.
Kakashi struggled to his feet and went to rinse off in the bathroom.
After changing clothes, he prepared to see whether his father had returned.
When he entered the living room, several