Konoha.
On a high rooftop, three figures leaned against the railing.
"Will those two little ones be all right after going back?" Kakashi asked.
Tobitake Tonbo smiled at that. "Hmph, I'm a ninja who knows ninjutsu. Of course my children have protection. Besides, they're smart—just a little too punchable most of the time."
After two years together, how could he not know his own children? In front of him and Ayame, they were obedient and adorable.
But the moment they turned around, they became sly little devils.
The two children had excellent sensory talent, even better than his had been back then.
Still, the sensory abilities he had cultivated over the years were not something talent alone could match.
As long as he wanted to, everything the children did was right under his nose.
He was merely waiting—waiting until their muscles, bones, skin, and flesh could withstand a proper whipping. They were two years old now, so it was about time.
For the first two years, he had let them experience fatherly love. Before they became ninjas, Tobitake Tonbo would let them experience what true fatherly love was.
"Hey, isn't it a little wasteful to use a ninja's chakra like that?"
Kakashi was speechless. Wouldn't it be better to wear it? Why waste chakra?
Guy, standing beside them, grinned in support. "Children are the village's future! I support Tonbo, though I'm really not a fan of his taste."
"Enough about me. I heard you eliminated another batch of graduates this year, Kakashi? Sent them all back to square one?"
Tobitake Tonbo asked.
For the past two years, Kakashi had been assigned one graduating team each year. Yet not a single team had passed his test; they had all been sent back to the academy.
Honestly, Tobitake Tonbo's own strength before