Naruto: The Strongest Kakashi

In the dark underground, people with strange masks stood quietly.

At this time, a man dressed like a pitcher emerged from the ground.

"Take the soil, Kakashi has left Konoha." Heizue said.

"Oh? Where did you go?" Tai Tu asked with interest.

"I don't know, the direction is east."

"East? Interesting, I didn't expect Kakashi to do this for Uchiha."

He said in a playful manner, no one knew what he was thinking in his heart.

"Maybe it's for you, bring soil."

Bai Jue said in that joking tone.

Tai Tu did not answer, but was silent.

Bai Jue was boring to ask himself, and stopped discussing this topic, but continued to ask: "Taitou, the coup of the Uchiha clan may be postponed. What are we going to do?"

"You don't need to do anything, just wait. Konoha will always be overwhelmed. Once the seeds of doubt are planted, flowers will always bloom."

"So this is ah."

Hei Jue looked at the soiled back, with some emotion. This innocent and innocent young man has now become so good at planning storms in this eerie place.

Although there is Uchiha Madara’s teaching, it is only less than a year, and this growth rate is really amazing.

"What about Kakashi?" Heijue continued to ask.

"Don't worry about him, let him go."

"Take soil, your writing wheel is still on his body, won't you go and get it back?"

"No, it's just a scribble wheel. I bring the soil to Uchiha and never take it back."

After bringing the soil, he stopped paying attention and left alone.

"Ahhhhhhhh, it seems that Daitu still has a lot of affection for Kakashi." Bai Jue said playfully.

"Who knows, then don't provoke Kakashi, that kid has learned fairy skills, and we can't get too close." Hei Jue said.

"that's true."

The underground fell into silence again.

The country of the vortex is a small island located in the sea between the country of fire and the country of water.

There is a Ninja Village in Uzaki State, called Uzhao Hidden Village.

Twenty years ago, during the Ninja World War, the ninjas of Ushio Hidden Village were attacked by many countries because of their powerful chakras and terrifying sealing techniques.

By the time Konoha wanted to go to the rescue, it was too late.

There, only a piece of ruins remained.

The ninjas in Ushio Hidden Village were almost killed and wounded, and only a few people were left in the ninja world.

Since then, the well-known Maelstrom clan has rarely been heard in the Shinobi world.

Even the whirlpool family has become a taboo, not mentioned by more parties.

It is really sad to have the power to be feared, but not the ability to protect oneself.

Today's Uzumaki Kingdom has become a place where no one has jurisdiction.

There are residents, but there is no Shinobu Village and no daimyo.

They are a group of people without a country.

Uzumaki country has also become a place where few ninjas come.

The Wuchao Hidden Village was already 20 years ago, so people here have gradually forgotten that such a village once existed.

They all live their own lives.

People who have experienced the chaos of the war 20 years ago are now gradually getting older.

An ordinary village in Uzumaki Kingdom, with hundreds of villagers living in it.

"Jiro, don't run around, we will have dinner later."

"Understood, Mom, I will go to play by the river and be back in a while."

"Be careful, don't run too close, you still can't swim."

"I see, mother."

A teenager about seven or eight years old happily ran to the river.

The beautiful woman who thought she was about 30 years old watched the young man go away in love, and smiled: "This child is really naughty."

He shook his head, walked into the house and started to take care of the housework, planning to cook a delicious lunch for his husband and son.

An ordinary and fulfilling life is played out here every day.

They are ordinary, but they have a carefree life.

Because on this small island, there is no persecution of ninjas, only tranquility.

Standing by the river, Jiro looked at the sparkling lake and said, "Yoshi! I will catch a lot of fish today. I will give my parents a meal!"

The boy rolled up his sleeves and planned to do a big job, forgetting what he had just promised his mother.

The water by the river was very shallow, and the boy took off his shoes and socks and stood there, only to reach his knees.

The water is very clear, and it is clear that there are small silver-white fish swimming around at the bottom of the river.

The boy looked at the little fish with a smile on his face.

The boy stretched out his hands and moved closer to the little fish.

"A little closer, a little closer, and you can catch it immediately!"

The young man's heart silently encouraged himself.

"It's now!"

The boy suddenly reached out and grabbed it!

With a clatter, the young man's hand reached into the river.

Touched it!

The little silver-white fish was caught out of the river by the boy, shining brightly in the sunshine.

"Great! I caught it!"

The boy danced happily, but in the next second, the silvery-white fish slipped away from the boy's hand and fell into the river again.

"Ah! My fish!"

The boy was shocked, and hurriedly chased the fish.

But if a fish enters the water, how can it be overtaken by a boy?

The young man was in a state of anxiety, ignoring the river, struggling to move forward.

At this moment, the boy's feet slipped and fell into it!

The boy's face changed, it was mud!

His right foot was stuck in the mud, and only then did the boy discover that the river had flooded his chest.

And he was still sinking into the mud step by step.

"Help!"

Regarding the fear of life, the boy uttered a cry that everyone would think of at this moment.

It's just that the river is empty and there is no one.

The environment that was refreshing and pleasant just now made the teenager feel extremely uneasy.

At this time, the mother's words rang in the boy's ears.

"Jiro, don't get too close, you still can't swim."

The teenager panicked and shouted desperately: "Mom! Help! Dad! Help!"

The splash of water did not give the teenager hope of life, but made him sink deeper and deeper.

The fear of death filled the boy's heart again.

Could it be that it is over?

At this time, a lazy voice rang in the boy's ear.

"Yo, kid, what are you doing here?"

The boy heard the reputation. On the other side of the river, a young man with silver-white hair, dressed in a black robe, had a handsome face, but his left eye was covered by white gauze, as if he was injured.

Such a handsome person.

This was the boy's first impression, but soon the boy reacted.

"Brother, help!"

"Ah, it turned out to be for help, I thought you were playing in the water."

The young man said with a smile, and then stepped over the water step by step under the shocked eyes of the young man.

The clear stream slowly dissipated ripples under his feet, but did not wet his shoes and socks.

The sun is dazzling, and in the eyes of the young man, he seems to be shining at this moment.

The young man walked up to the boy, pulled the boy out of the water, and said with a smile: "Boy, what's your name?"

The boy froze for a moment, and was held by the young man with one hand, but there was no pain. He subconsciously said, "Jiro, Matsuda Jiro."

"Oh? Nice to meet you."

"What's your name?" The boy asked suddenly, not knowing why.

"Me? You can call me Silver Time."

In the sun, the young man's smile was full of evil taste.