Kakashi Was Upset

Koki was initially startled by Obito's sudden hug, but quickly recovered and returned a big hug.

"Okay, Obito-nii, I can't breathe anymore." Obito was hugging her so tightly that Koki had to gently remind him.

Obito quickly released Koki, patted him to catch his breath, and said with a happy smile, "I'm sorry, I was just too happy."

"It's alright." Koki completely understood.

While some were overjoyed, others were burdened with worries.

Kakashi watched all of this coldly from the side, his dark eyes serious.

A moment later, unable to bear Obito's overflowing joy any longer, he suddenly spoke to Sakumo, "Me too."

He also wanted to be here, and he wanted to be by Koki's side at all times.

"?" Everyone looked at Kakashi in confusion, not understanding his meaning.

"I want to be here too." Kakashi finally said three more words, concise and to the point.

"Kakashi..." When Hatake Sakumo heard his son say that, he was filled with mixed feelings. He froze and unconsciously tightened his grip on the wine glass in his hand.

Kakashi lowered his eyes slightly, then raised his head again, looking firmly at Hatake Sakumo.

In that tranquil suburb, the Hatake Clan mansion stands, surrounded by lush trees and verdant meadows.

This residence adheres to the traditional Japanese style, simple yet elegant, with its main structure made of wood, exuding an ancient and warm atmosphere.

The roof is covered with black tiles, in the shape of a "herringbone", with smooth lines and extraordinary elegance. Under the eaves, wind chimes hang lightly, swaying in the wind, making a sweet sound.

Although the Hatake Clan's glory days are over, that family heritage still remains in this old house. Although the area is not large, the layout is exquisite and beautiful.

Kakashi returned from his mission, pushed open the familiar door of his home, and stepped into the empty and silent house, as if he were the only person left in the entire world.

He walked through the living room to his room. The furniture was simple, and a few paintings hung on the walls, but they still couldn't fill the loneliness and desolation.

He sat by the window, gazing at the sky, a feeling of indescribable loneliness welling up inside him.

He recalled the time he spent with Koki yesterday; the laughter and joy of that time still seemed to echo in his ears. Now, everything was quiet, leaving him alone in this empty room.

He picked up a Ninjutsu scroll and tried to immerse himself in it, but the Ninjutsu on the scroll failed to capture his attention. He put the scroll down, walked to the window, opened it, and let fresh air into the room.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the outside air, and tried to dispel the loneliness in his heart.

However, when he opened his eyes, he found himself still standing alone by the window, facing the empty room.

He walked to the bedside, lay down, and closed his eyes. He remembered Koki's smile and the happy times they had spent together.

But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself still lying alone in bed, facing the empty room.

Filled with helplessness and disappointment, he got up, walked to the window, and reopened it to let fresh air into the room.

He took a deep breath, then turned and left the room, heading towards the familiar yet unfamiliar living room.

He sat on the sofa, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV. The program was monotonous and boring, but he knew that this was his way of temporarily escaping loneliness; he needed to find something to distract himself.

He watched TV for a while, then got up and went to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator, took out some ingredients, and began preparing a meal.

When the dishes were ready, he sat at the table, numbly tasting each one.

However, when he returned to the empty room after finishing his meal, loneliness struck him again. He sat by the window, looking at the sky outside, and a nameless sadness welled up in his heart.

He could no longer bear it, so he opened the door, walked out of the yard, and went into the Uchiha territory.

This was actually just an ordinary day in Kakashi's daily life; if he hadn't met Koki, his life would have continued as usual.

How can someone who has basked in the sunlight willingly return to darkness?

He could not forget even the slightest detail.

He never wanted to go back to that empty, silent house again; no, it couldn't even be called a home.

That was merely a place to stay.

He saw Koki suggest taking Obito, he saw Koki promise to let Obito stay there, he saw Fugaku and Mikoto's agreement, and he saw the undisguised smile on that loser's face.

Obito easily obtained what he had always dreamed of, and his smile was truly an eyesore.

Unable to bear his jealousy any longer, he spoke to Sakumo. He knew that his father had always felt guilty towards him, and he understood that his father would grant his request.

"Kakashi..." Sakumo looked at the determined light in his son's eyes, smiled bitterly, put down his wine glass, and nodded slightly. "Alright, everything is as you wish."

"Hmm," Kakashi responded calmly, showing no sign of joy or sorrow.

Sakumo looked at his son with a complicated expression, a sharp pain shooting through his heart.

He wronged Kakashi...

As a ninja, Hatake Sakumo also shoulders the heavy responsibility of protecting the village and completing missions.

However, this responsibility also left too many gaps in Kakashi's growth path. Whenever he received a mission and had to leave home, his heart was always filled with struggle and guilt.

Even if the mission didn't require him to leave the village, he would always return home late at night. Kakashi wasn't as indifferent as he is now when he was a child. He would look forward to Sakumo playing with him every day, and he would wait for Hatake Sakumo to return after school every day, even if he was exhausted, he would still wait.

However, he had no choice. The village was of utmost importance to him at that time, and he could not abandon it. He could only choose to give up Kakashi.

When did Kakashi become so cold and mature?

Sakumo recalled the last time Kakashi waited for him, as if from another life. It was indeed something from a past life. When he returned home after completing a mission, little Kakashi was sitting on the ground, hugging a dog, waiting for him against the doorstep.

He saw the child curled up quietly, not sleeping soundly, with a furrowed brow and slightly trembling eyelashes on his delicate little face, which was not covered by a mask.

Hatake Sakumo's heart was instantly torn apart, and a wave of guilt washed over him. He quietly Earth Flow the door, sat down, and reached out to stroke Kakashi's cheek.

Kakashi's skin was cool and soft, and Hatake Sakumo's heart cooled as well.

He imagined the loneliness and fear Kakashi must have experienced while waiting for him, and tears welled up in his eyes, but he held them back.