How could that feeling be described...
An indescribable terror, as though a mountain were crushing down on them.
Fortunately, Lu You knew his limits and had no intention of traumatizing these little brats. Besides, using the old man's abilities to go around bullying kindergarteners would be going too far, so he withdrew it in an instant.
But even in that instant, Kakashi felt it too, his fluffy white hair standing straight on end.
"My name is You. My surname doesn't matter, but I came to Konoha to do just three things: study, study, and study some more.
Nothing else matters. Understand?"
His emphatic words had the little brats below nodding frantically like chicks.
"Good. Teacher, where do I sit?"
Lu You turned to the stunned teacher, who snapped out of his daze and hurriedly pointed to the window seat in the back row-the king's homeland.
Nodding, he walked down and sat directly beside the black-haired girl. Her body was rigid, clearly very nervous.
"So strong! Unimaginably strong!"
Kakashi stood in the doorway, murmuring to himself.
He was a genius, and always had been. Having inherited his father's aptitude, he had graduated from the Ninja Academy at five and had already been promoted to chunin.
Although his father had always taught him to remain humble, he had always harbored a streak of pride, which was only natural.
An ordinary person with talent like that would have had their nose stuck up in the clouds long ago.
Let alone a child whose mind had yet to mature.
"Father, is this what you always meant when you said there's always someone better, always a sky beyond the sky?"
But at the thought of his father, Kakashi's awed expression froze again, sinking back into gloom.
Ever since that mission, everyone in the village had