[Hokage] Terukawa

Kakashi is smart, those people are right, he is indeed a genius.

Learning is an ability that everyone has. Many outstanding people can return all the skills used by their opponents to their opponents. I have seen many people who can do this, but Kakashi is still the first One that did it so quickly—in other words, he was probably the best learner of anyone I've ever played against.

But the result is there after all. His excellent learning ability can't give him the upper hand when fighting me for the time being. Who told me that the skills I know are much more than what he originally knew?No matter how realistic the ninja school's training is, it can't compare to the ever-changing in actual combat. His fist and foot moves are too well-regulated. After the whole fight, none of the moves exceeded my prediction. The hands were played endlessly, and he was caught off guard several times.

It was refreshing to see his aggrieved expression.

Of course, I don't know if Kakashi is in a good mood, anyway, I am in a good mood.

I looked at Kakashi's somewhat empty eyes, and couldn't help but hooked my lips, so that my expression, which was as stiff as a plaster, eased slightly: "Does it hurt?"

A crap.

Kakashi obviously thought so too.

I watched his eyes turn from empty to concentrated, and then from concentrated to rolled eyes fiercely. I think this is really a good sign—it at least shows that he is much calmer now than before, because he has already expressed his feelings to me. Contempt and disdain, instead of just opening his mouth to argue with me like the explosive kid just refused to move his mind.

I raised my eyebrows and stood up, curled my messy hair back behind my ears, and turned around to get a cup to drink water, leaving behind Kakashi's rustling sound when he got up.

"Where did you learn to fight?" he asked.

I paused slightly with the palm holding the cup, and immediately replied with a calm expression: "Would you believe me if I said it was a ninja school?"

"Do I look like a fool?"

"Since you don't believe me, why do you ask me?" I turned around and shrugged at him, and found that Kakashi's expression looked unexpectedly calm at this time, and he didn't appear to be in the slightest because of the insincerity and circles in my words. Impatient or irritable.

"Because that's not important, what's important is that I just want to tell you that no matter where you learn to fight, one day you will always be defeated by me," he seemed to have fully recovered, at this time he straightened his clothes naturally, and at the same time He met my gaze without hesitation.There is no frustration in his eyes because of losing to me, even in the shadow of the backlight, they are quite sharp, like a pair of torches burning in the dark and constantly bursting out sparks, "Like you today Just beat me."

...Can't you speak well?And the point doesn't seem right.I stared at the water in my glass with complicated emotions, and the water inside was shaking constantly.

"Okay, I'll wait for that day to come, maybe it's not too far away." I spread my palms to him noncommittally, "But before it comes, I think we should talk about the current matter... ...Hey, please don't rush to refuse, I think I should tell you something... about your father's thoughts. I thought you knew this, but from the situation just now, your father he It doesn't seem to have been mentioned to you at all, so that you are ignorant of his ideas and ideas, which is a serious..." Dereliction of duty, I think, but it doesn't seem to be the right word to use here either.

I shook my head: "Anyway, I've been beaten. I still hope you can sit down and have a good chat with me. I just want to tell you what I think you should know. As for your thoughts and opinions... that is I have absolutely no reason to interfere with your own business."

It's not easy to appease Kakashi.If it hadn't been for a venting fight before, I have every reason to believe that I have been kicked out by him now, and I went back to the Anbu dormitory with a livid face and without looking back-not like now, with Kaka Sitting face to face and having a calm and good (?) conversation... well, at least it looks friendly.

"Oh, so you mean, he told you this when you were alone with him," Kakashi sneered loudly through his masked nose, "and he told you this At the end of the day, is the root of everything he does because 'he loves his son'?"

Ah, yes, that's it.This kind of words, this kind of tone - he almost laughed out loud.

I sighed heavily in my heart—damn it, did I starve my brain out, why on earth did I agree to Minato to do such a difficult thing?This kind of comforting job shouldn't be entrusted to me at all-do I seem to be a kind and gentle person-especially the smart and sensitive Hatake Kakashi who is the object of comfort.

Excessively painful emotions and psychological pressure can indeed temporarily blind his reason, but even so, what he lost was only his reason, not his brain.

Look, he so perfectly evaded all the tendentious and leading modifiers I threw out, and then hit the bull's-eye at the root with one sentence, cold and precise-Sakumo Hatake put himself on His son's love spread far and far to include the entire ninja family in Konoha Village, but in the end he just broke himself in the hands of a family that he saved by himself. Before that, he was depressed, silent, But he didn't leave a decent explanation for his son.I call him a "sage", after all, this is too cruel for those close to him - this ending is very dramatic and ironic, such as the original starting point of his love - Kakashi, so And without his father, he no longer has a destination that can be called "home".He doesn't even get the respect and apology of others - on the contrary, if he is not a genius and can't do well enough, then what awaits him is likely to be silent little by little in the rumors flying all over the sky , When his appearance gradually faded to only a hollow outline, he was thrown into a dusty corner of memory by others.When the surname "Hatake" was brought up again, most people's minds were only left with the sound of the cold wind blowing through the hall in the cold winter after the old Hatake house was abandoned.

It would be hard to find anything more absurd than that.

I pursed my lips slightly, and unexpectedly felt a trace of embarrassment and anxiety crawling up my spine from nowhere.Emotionally and rationally, this matter is too unfair to Kakashi, but... also no one has the right to deny Sakumo's love for Kakashi based on this, only Banner Mukakashi is alone.

When I think about it, his previous bad attitude towards me was completely normal, but from the moment things developed to the fight, everything was out of control-it was completely unplanned, but the effect was surprisingly good.Perhaps the way to calm down Kakashi is such a decent, sweaty vent, the adults who have been here before will not have such thoughts at all, and Minato's idea of ​​letting me come is already a bad idea It's a bad idea, but I have a bad temper, and my strength happens to be a bit higher than Kakashi's—so this is a coincidence of coincidences.

Contrary to what I expected, I didn't want to continue talking (maybe because I had nothing to say), and Kakashi didn't use his sarcasm to pursue the victory, and his eyes didn't even stay on me, but He just sat there crookedly with his chin propped up, and turned his head to look at the sky outside the window.His eyes are still sharp, but they lack emotion—no likes or dislikes, no love and hate, no striving and frustration, the warm sunlight can't render the dark eyes, only the dark pupils flicker along with his eyelids and eyelashes flash.This makes people feel that he seems to be thinking about something far and unfathomable, such as the starry sky and the universe, and it seems that he is not thinking about anything, just sitting there quietly looking at the sky in a daze.

My hands on the case table were crossed together, and a few fingers rubbed back and forth absent-mindedly, and the projection that fell on the table became tangled into a big ball because of this-oh, of course I noticed it, and it was very clear It's a sign of my nervousness, but forgive me - I really can't control this.

He looked lost, dazed and indifferent, as if he had been forcibly dug out of his life or soul, and the hole that was left was like a gap in a house in winter, moving fiercely and mercilessly. The inside was filled with icy cold wind—he probably hadn't figured out what to fill it with, so he could only watch at a loss, letting the snow particles blowing in with the cold wind blow his head and face.

But at this time, the air in the Japanese room is obviously more stagnant than the cold wind in winter.

What should I say?What can I say?

My fingers squeeze each other and then loosen each other, repeating this cycle until my fingers are numb.I don't know what Kakashi is looking at, so I don't know what I should look at - logically speaking, when things have progressed to this point, there should already be a clear answer, but...but I don't know what to say To push this one step forward-damn, this question is obviously beyond the outline, and this is probably not a problem that can be solved by language... Human emotions, what a wonderful thing this is!It will affect judgment, blur black and white, sometimes it will do bad things with good intentions, and sometimes it will bring miraculous results, the most cold-blooded fighters will show tenderness in front of it, and the most cunning businessman will make concessions in front of it... maybe it The source of spirituality is not the superficial brain, but the deeper and more ethereal soul.

I had to break the ice, and I thought, maybe I can try to follow my instincts.

I moved my stiff fingers and sore limbs slightly, and heard the soft sound of bones rubbing against each other when I propped up my body. I propped up my body and slowly straddled the width of the case table, and then reacted to Hatake Kakashi I wrapped my outstretched arms firmly over his back before coming over—it was a rather awkward position, but I did have him half-closed in my arms.

He seemed stiff.

So I made up my hand and pressed his head on my shoulder.

Just like a stupid short-legged hen.I think.

But... maybe it will work.

In the last period of my life, there seems to be someone who told me from time to time-there is no problem in the world that cannot be solved with one hug, and if there are, then two.

I've never tried it, so I don't know if it's true or not, but it's clear - the time has come to test this proposition.