Blood Exchange and Marrow Transmutation

Fang Xu looked at him.

"So you don't miss Teacher Sakumo?"

"Of course I do."

Kakashi answered instinctively.

The words had barely left his mouth when he realized something was off.

Fang Xu nodded.

"Then isn't that exactly the point?"

Kakashi gripped his sword hilt, doing his best to restrain the urge to draw it.

"Missing my father and begging you are two different things."

"Besides, I only asked when we were leaving."

"I never begged you from beginning to end."

Fang Xu's expression remained unchanged.

"You agreed so quickly. That was enough to prove how desperate you were."

"I just couldn't be bothered wasting time with you."

Kakashi raised his eyes.

"If you hadn't brought it up first, I wouldn't even have known you were planning to come to the Hidden Mist Frontline."

"And now it's become me begging you to lead the way."

"Fang Xu, before making up lies, you should at least discuss them with me first."

Fang Xu considered it seriously for a moment.

"I definitely will next time."

"There won't be a next time."

Kakashi answered without hesitation.

Hatake Sakumo watched the two of them tear each other down, and the smile on his face grew more pronounced.

They had not seen each other for over a year, and Kakashi had grown quite a bit taller.

His personality was no longer as cold and rigid as before.

At least in front of Fang Xu, Kakashi would retort, get angry, and speak his true thoughts.

This was how a child his age ought to be.

"Enough."

Hatake Sakumo raised a hand and pressed down Kakashi's hair.

"No matter who brought it up first, I'm very happy you came."

Kakashi had originally wanted to fix his hair.

But upon hearing those words, his movement stopped.

Hatake Sakumo