Naruto's caged bird

Chapter 204: Youyou’s Mouth

This is a familiar road but full of strangeness...

As he walked through the crowd with little Kakashi in his hand, the black mourning clothes were slowly left behind the father and son, one large and one young. It was as chilling as the forest of death in the night. Because the crowd who always turned their backs to him showed no expression, and from time to time they heard the words of silence in the forest, which made them feel even more uncomfortable...

"Look..." "Is it him?" "Yes..." "...him"

The headless and disorderly words always stop abruptly in the mouth, making the person who hears them feel extremely uncomfortable as if their throat has been broken. He didn't really mention anyone by name, but his eyes were clearly directed to one person, Hatake Sakumo, who was holding Kakashi's hand.

Konoha White Fang can feel the difference in the eyes of everyone along the way, and can also feel the resentment from the people around him from time to time.

Those pairs of eyes exuded a dark look that only appeared when there was resentment and loneliness. The shadows extending from behind shrouded me like a web...

If, if I had been stared at like this on the battlefield, I might have already stabbed him in the flash of white light.

However, here and now, I am in the village that I have always loved and guarded most...

"dad"

The crisp sound like a bell woke up the restless Hatake Sakumo, and he immediately looked at his son Kakashi who suddenly called out to him. After little Kakashi shouted affectionately, he kept looking at his silent father all the way. He saw that after Hatake Sakumo looked at him, he frowned and said:

"Dad, they said you."

There was a bit of reluctance and discomfort in the fine words... Even a smart child would not have the vocabulary at this time to express words such as responsibility and complaint.

Stopping suddenly, Hatake Sakumo looked at his son in front of him. Children's eyes and feelings are always clear. They will only express their truest feelings at this moment and will not judge the right or wrong of things based on any reasons or consequences.

Hatake Sakumo, who was silent all the way, didn't see and hear the complaints of the people around him. With his ninja strength at this time, he could barely hear it. How could he not hear the scum that was whispering to him? But he didn't know whether he chose to block it or accept it. He gently stroked the little Kakashi next to him. Maybe he took a gentle look and said:

"Let them speak."

Is it a kind of indifference or acceptance, as if it doesn't matter, as if it doesn't matter too much?

"But" Kakashi frowned heavily, and he wanted to continue talking in confusion. These unfriendly glances made him extremely uncomfortable, making him want to go up and glare back at those who were trying to dodge the dirty talk behind their backs...

Rubbing the soft white hair on his little head with his thick palms, Hatake Sakumo interrupted his son Kakashi and continued to argue. He looked at the child in front of him, who had always been restless and melancholy recently. He seemed to no longer like to go out of the Hatake clan to play naughtyly, nor did he like to compete with other children of the same age. His stubborn character when things happen is exactly the same as when he was a child. Even if you decide something, you should hide it in your heart even if you don't say it...

If this is the case, Hatake Sakumo suddenly said to his unwilling son:

"Kakashi, don't fight anymore." Looking at him, he advised in a slow tone.

Suddenly, the child Kakashi suddenly looked up in confusion at his tall father above his head. He asked doubtfully:

"Could...did dad already know about the fight in the kindergarten?" He thought timidly, but he didn't expect that his dad would not mention this matter until today.

Because recently, people around me have always looked at me with dark eyes. Just the day before yesterday, when I was playing in the class, several other children continued to point at my back and accuse me inexplicably: "Look... ." "It was his father's father who asked us..." When Kakashi finally couldn't bear it anymore, he rushed forward.

"You are not allowed to talk about my dad, my dad is a hero..." He retorted, giving a severe lesson to the older kids in the kindergarten. One, eight were defeated...

Beating eight by one was originally something to be proud of and worth showing off for a lifetime. But after his mother Reiko held Kakashi's hand and came to apologize one by one, the stubborn Kakashi began to feel unusually uncomfortable. He had even decided to see those little brats again and teach them twice as much. This incident made Kakashi always on tenterhooks, as if he had been waiting for criticism and education from his father, Hatake Sakumo. But I didn’t expect that until today, Hatake Sakumo is just a simple education...

Maybe, maybe it's because of some special reasons, maybe it's because of today's funeral

"In the future, don't fight with the children in the village. In the village, one's own people shouldn't fight against one's own people..." Hatake Sakumo warned again, but after seeing the unwilling expressions of the children, he wanted to Stop talking

Kakashi looked at Hatake Sakumo in front of him a little aggrievedly, but at this moment, he felt very reluctant and uncomfortable in his heart. But I don't know why, after seeing Hatake Sakumo's expectant eyes, I suddenly felt that I needed to agree to this expectation. Maybe there are some reasons, maybe there are some reasons that I don't understand, but what dad said is always right.

Kakashi immediately suppressed the idea of ​​beating the naughty child again when they met, at least until they continued to secretly discuss behind their backs before he did it. Then, he pursed his lips and whined in displeasure:

"Um..."

"Um"

After rubbing the child's young white hair, Hatake Sakumo immediately led him on the way home. Behind the two people, the eyes and criticisms of those who were a little afraid of prestige and a little complaining were like black shadows turning their backs on the elders and elders, one large and one small. And the picture, just like the back view of father and son in memory, seems to be frozen at this moment...

Winter, north wind, debris...

Hatake Sakumo looked at his son Kakashi who was already at home, watching the child playing alone in the empty and quiet courtyard of the Hatake family.

Home, in many cases, can isolate everything you don’t want to hear, see, and even bad things. But after leaving this home, how should I take care of him, educate him, and lead him along the way when I am being criticized now?

And how to give him a normal childhood and growth environment?

Get up, put on your own ninja equipment, white hair, forehead protector, black clothes, green armor... put on the fire armband with red flames on a white background, and put the short blade behind the red whirlpool symbol. Go where a ninja should go...

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I have never been a father, so I stopped reading for a day because of my tangle, and then I was holding my breath in recalling a few words from my childhood. Besides, it’s really hard for me to write...