"Father,"
"What's wrong with your face?"
Hokage world, night.
When Kakashi finished a day's training and returned home, he appeared in front of Sakumo Hatake with two panda eyes, staring straight ahead.
Even though he used ice to reduce the swelling beforehand and covered his nose with a mask, it was difficult to hide the fact he got beaten black and blue.
Sakumo Hatake glanced at him with some surprise....
Kakashi's white hair was completely inherited from his father. Pretending to be indifferent, he said, "It's nothing."
He brushed past Sakumo's shoulder and pushed the door open, walking inside.
"The food is heated in the pot, eat it while it's hot."
"Got it."
"Squeak~" The door opened and closed again.
Sakumo Hatake gave a simple reminder and did not continue to probe... Little ninja training is bound to have some injuries; it's not a big deal, actually... It's a good thing.
Don't you know the logic of sweating more during training and less bleeding on the battlefield?
Sakumo Hatake cut off his stray thoughts, took a page from his chest and looked at it carefully. The page clearly read "Breathing Technique of Thunder," which was Roy's gift of "information flow" given to him in the morning, condensed with a single finger.
Perhaps kindred spirits, perhaps fellow swordsmen... Sakumo Hatake never thought that at his age, he would really meet a "friend of different generations,"
Moreover, what made him sigh was... He originally went with the intention of taking the other party as a disciple, but instead... he was taught, somewhat surpassing his expectations.
"Breathing Technique of Thunder · First Form · Thunder Flash.... Second Form · Rice Soul... Third Form · Mosquitoes into Thunder... Fourth Form · Distant Thunder....."
"Clink~"
White Fang unsheathed, held steadily in Sakumo Hatake's hand, he put away the paper, took a deep breath, and danced with his sword... Amidst the flickering lightning, dazzling arcs burst forth, illuminating a small piece of the night sky....
Inside, Kakashi heard the noise, took a plate himself, served some curry rice, and ate it holding it... He quietly appeared by the window, looked into the courtyard through the moonlight, eyes similar to Sakumo Hatake's with an extra sense of nonchalance quickly blinked... It was a "sword technique" he's never seen his father perform before!
'Father's sword isn't like this... Or is he hiding something from me....'
'In reality, is this his true trump card?'
The genius boy who will be known in the future as "Copy Ninja" undoubtedly benefits from the convenience of the "Sharingan," but even so... In the future, Kakashi will emulate his teacher Minato Namikaze to develop the Rasengan, self-evolve, and use [Lightning Style] to develop [Chidori] and [Lightning Blade], not inferior to the Rasengan, which shows his excellent talent, far above his peers!
"Breathing Technique of Thunder · Fifth Form · Heated Thunder... Sixth Form · Electric Thunder Roar....."
The sword moved freely, electric lightning like mercury spilled, Sakumo Hatake immersed in the "breathing technique" danced faster... Gradually... Kakashi widened his eyes, with a spoon in his mouth, forgot to eat, but could no longer capture Sakumo Hatake's movements!
Too fast... and... getting faster.....
'It clearly looked slow, why did it suddenly get so much faster?'
Kakashi was stunned... The young boy who just entered the ninja path not long ago indeed showed unparalleled "ninja skills" talent, but... in terms of "swordsmanship,"
The boy was a full 108,000 miles away from the "White Fang of Konoha!"
'This isn't "swordsmanship," it's clearly [Lightning Style]... A [secret technique] that can forcibly enhance one's combat power by adjusting [autonomous breathing]!'
'Not inferior to those [Kekkei Genkai] in the village!'
"Breathing Technique of Thunder · Seventh Form · Fire Thunder God!" A finishing move created by Zenitsu Agatsuma, making an appearance in the night sky... Thunder turned from silver to gold, condensed into a golden thunderstorm, pouring into the ground... Sakumo Hatake finished his dance, sheathed his sword, and felt utterly refreshed... As if every pore, every cell was jumping for joy... absorbed lightning nourishment, vitality enhanced, like a rebirth!
"Phew~" He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air,
"Clink~" The sheath embraced the White Fang,
Sakumo Hatake turned his back to Kakashi, with a complex expression, inwardly said: "This favor is overly immense,"
Without waiting for Kakashi to speak, he explained on his own: "Don't think too much, this is not mine, without others' authorization, I can't pass it on to you."
Kakashi lowered his head and glanced at the rice. The rice lost its heat, unknowingly... a bit cool....
"Oh~" he said.
The boy opened his mouth, mechanically scooped a spoonful of curry into his mouth, not realizing the oil splashed on his mask, drawing a sigh from Sakumo Hatake... The child's mother died early, while he was busy with missions, lacking in discipline, perhaps, this is why... Fugaku is a good father, but he's not....
"When eating, you can take off the mask,"
"The mystery of a ninja isn't reflected in appearance...."
"Oh~" Kakashi scooped another spoonful of curry into his mouth, this time pulling the mask up a bit more,
Sakumo Hatake saw this, pushed the door open, walked in, hung the White Fang on the wall, and rubbed Kakashi's head: "After eating, just put it in the sink, I'll wash it after a shower."
Speaking, Sakumo Hatake took off his Jonin vest, brushed past Kakashi's shoulder, and stepped towards the bathroom.
"Tap... Tap...." At night, the room was already lit.
The light swayed, casting Sakumo Hatake's shadow on the living room floor, swaying along...