Come on, Let's Hurt Each Other!

After setting down his teacup, he turned to the younger generation and tore Obito apart without showing the slightest mercy.

"Don't let this idiot fool you."

"This self-proclaimed genius was the undisputed dead last in the class back then."

"He couldn't breathe fire, but he did cover his own face in black smoke and nearly burned off his eyebrows."

"Not only was he useless at everything, he was late every day with that lousy excuse about helping old ladies cross the street."

"He used that pathetic excuse for an entire semester without even blushing once."

That slap came far too quickly.

The mouthful of food Boruto had nearly sprayed across the table, while Himawari's mouth fell open in a perfect circle.

Sarada raised a hand to straighten her crooked glasses and stared at Obito for a long while.

Without his mask, Obito looked young and energetic. The three children looked him over again and again, unable to connect this cool older man with the class dead last.

The smug look on Obito's face could no longer hold.

He shoved his chair back, sending it crashing into the wall, then sprang to his feet and pointed at Kakashi's nose as he cursed.

"You smug bastard, Kakashi! You... you're making things up just to pick a fight, aren't you?!"

"Those old ladies really needed my help! Today, I'm going to tear that rotten mouth of yours apart!"

Still not satisfied after cursing him out, he climbed over the dining table and reached for Kakashi's throat.

Rin had been prepared. She rose, grabbed his arm, pressed him back into his chair, and flicked him on the forehead.

"Alright, alright, Obito. The children are watching."

"Say less and calm down for a while. Shouting like that in front of the younger generation—aren't you ashamed