Naruto: The Strongest Kakashi

Yufeng patted the shoulder with dirt and said, "With dirt, I believe you will make the right choice."

The gaze with soil fell on Yufeng's face.

The face that looked a little young now had a kind smile.

In my eyes, I am full of expectations and trust in myself.

With a bitter smile, his face was full of loneliness.

If this is the case, what have I done in the past ten years?

Betrayed the village he originally loved.

Killed his own teacher and indirectly killed his own teacher.

There are countless innocent lives.

What is all this for!

Almost two decades of hard work have only resulted in a misunderstanding.

This oolong is really too big.

It was too big for him to bear, but also unbearable.

"But... but I can't look back..."

Yufeng smiled and said: "Take the soil, turn your head back, and everything else is not important. Shuomao once told me that as long as the heart is stable, no matter what you do, you will not feel hesitant. And, I believe, as long as you look back Kakashi will definitely help you."

"Kakashi..."

When I heard the name again, a thousand feelings appeared in the heart of the soil.

This person, who he considers to be a waste, has done so many things in places he does not know.

"Yes, he will help you. I have felt this way since I saw him for the first time. Because his eyes when talking about you are full of guilt and love. In his heart, you must be occupied. A very large position. Moreover, he seems to have a certain degree of investigation for Uchiha Madara. Although the current situation may not be completely under his control, he must have plans."

"Plan?" Sui Tu asked in doubt.

"Trust him, he must have reserved a place for you in his plan."

Hearing the words with the soil, his face kept changing.

At this moment, Yufeng's figure began to become somewhat transparent.

Yufeng looked at his hands helplessly, and said, "It looks like the time is almost up. My chakra is almost gone."

Bringing the soil was startled, looking at Yu Feng's figure, his eyes were full of dismay.

He, who had never felt his father's love, finally saw his father and wanted to be separated again. That feeling was naturally uncomfortable.

It's just that I have been accustomed to hiding my emotions for more than ten years, but now I don't know how to express it.

As if seeing his reluctance, Yufeng smiled and said, "Bring the soil, I'm sorry I can't accompany you for a while. Next, you may face greater challenges and difficult choices. But I I believe you will make the right choice."

Take Tu nodded silently, but didn't say anything.

"I didn't grow up with you, I didn't support you when you needed help. As a father, I am really unqualified. But seeing you have friends like Kakashi, I can be considered relieved. Although Madara Strong, but I believe that with your strength, he can definitely be defeated."

"Dad, thank you."

Yufeng smiled upon hearing this, and said, "It is me who should say thank you. It is great to be able to see you again."

"No, I've done too many wrong things. You can't feel at ease even before you die. As a son, it's a failure."

Yufeng took a step forward, looked at the dirt with the heterochromatic pupils, and said with a smile: "Stupid child, parents and children are willing to do any step. I can see you looking back, that means I did it. It makes sense. This is enough."

"Dad, don't worry, I will help you wash your hatred!" Dai Tu said firmly.

Yufeng shook his head, and said, "No, it's enough to make me happy if you can live a good life."

After Yufeng finished speaking, his body became more transparent, as if it would disappear in the next moment.

When Sui Tu saw this, he didn't know what to say, but Yu Feng seemed to think of something.

"By the way, as a father, I have never given you a gift. Since we are going to be separated, then this will be the last gift. I hope you don't go there too early to find me and your mother. When we meet next time, I will But listen to you carefully, your life."

As soon as the voice fell, Yufeng turned into a white light and poured into the soiled right eye.

He was surprised with the soil, and then felt a sharp pain in his right eye.

"Take soil, this writing wheel is the last gift I leave to you. Presumably this last battle will definitely come in handy."

The pain made Tai Tu unable to respond to Yu Feng's words. He covered his right eye and knelt on the ground with a painful expression on his face.

The illusion in front of me was shattered and turned into nothingness.

With a flower in front of Dai Tu's eyes, the scene once again appeared in the divine space.

The person in front of him became Kakashi.

"Take soil, are you okay!"

Kakashi stepped forward, held on to the soil, and said worriedly.

"Kakashi..."

Taking soil endured the severe pain, slowly calling Kakashi's name.

"I am here."

"Thank you……"

The sound of the soil was so small that I didn't listen carefully, and I couldn't hear what he was saying.

But Kakashi heard it, and it was clear.

He was initially a little nervous, and then he smiled.

The sharp pain in his right eye gradually eased, and the dirt was silently looking at the silver-white haired man in front of him.

He...really did a lot for himself.

The person who always betrays this fetter is not Kakashi, but himself.

Dai Tu hates herself for the first time, why is she only Xianji!

If I have enough IQ recharge, I am afraid that countless flaws have already been seen, and how could I have been active for more than ten years under such a lie.

In the world of limited monthly reading, Bring Tu watched Kakashi get along with another self and Lin. At that time, he already had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

It's just the resentment towards Kakashi that made him choose to ignore the touch.

Choose one wrong and then wrong again.

Maybe even Tuo Tu didn't realize that when he chose Kakashi's birthday, in fact, deep down, he also had the idea of ​​letting Kakashi have a wonderful birthday.

It's just that this intention seems to express a few different twists.

"Welcome back, bring dirt."

Kakashi's face was full of smiles, eyes like crescents, full of warm breath.

Dai Tu's stiff face showed a slight smile.

"Heroes, always come last."

The hoarse voice sounded, but the tone was a bit of passion.

That kind of feeling is just like bringing soil in a boyhood.

Kakashi looked at the soil in front of him, and was a little surprised for a while, as if he saw the young man wearing the windshield again.

"I'm lost this time too, hero." Kakashi smiled.

At that glance, it was as if thousands of years had passed.