Tsunade quietly reached out with her little hand and gave the soft flesh on Shin Uchiha's side a few twists, muttering, "Someone made a move on me after we'd only known each other for a few days."
Under Tsunade's assault, Shin Uchiha sucked in a sharp breath at her words and said sheepishly, "It's mostly because you're so beautiful, Tsunade. I couldn't help myself."
Hearing Shin Uchiha's explanation, Tsunade rolled her eyes at him smugly and gave a huff before letting him go. She sat down at the table and began enjoying the lavish breakfast.
Relieved that Tsunade had let him off so easily, Shin Uchiha secretly rubbed the spot she had attacked, forced a smile, and sat down at the table beside her.
Konoha, the Memorial Stone
The morning sunlight had only just reached this place, yet a tall, straight figure seemed to have been standing there for a long time.
A few dewdrops clung to his silver-gray hair, but he seemed completely unresponsive. The black mask he wore concealed even the slightest changes in his expression.
Kakashi's one exposed eye stared dully at the Memorial Stone before him as he said dejectedly:
"Obito, I've come to see you again. Come to think of it, you've been gone for several years now, haven't you? I'm really useless, aren't I?"
"Not only did I fail to protect you, but when the Nine-Tails attacked a few years ago, I couldn't help my teacher or his wife either. They both died that night."
"Even Rin, whom I promised you I'd protect with my life, ended up dying by my hand-by the ninjutsu I developed, Chidori."
"Now I feel like my hands always reek of blood. No matter how much I wash them, it won't come off. My whole body reeks of