Naruto: The Strongest Kakashi

Konoha, a piece of jubilation.

Because today is the day when Konoha's army returns.

It's just that some people are happy and some are worried. When they come back alive, their family members are naturally rejoiced.

But there is only one corpse left, or even no corpse at all, so the mood of the family will naturally not be much joyful.

Returning from the battlefield, there are these two extremes.

Weep with joy, or collapse with pain.

This is war.

Life still has to go on, this kind of emotion will gradually pass away as the world wears away.

It's just that there are many more names on the memorial tablet.

The grand funeral will be held three days later, and the ninjas who died in the four wars will enter the cemetery on this day.

They are either dying or dying, or they are flourishing.

What remains unchanged is that they have a heart that loves Konoha.

The ninjas who died to protect their homeland are heroes in the hearts of Konoha villagers.

It's just the word hero, which has always represented a certain kind of sorrow.

On the day of the funeral, Tsunade personally presided over, and three generations of Hokage also made a speech.

When it comes to prestige, Tsunade is still far behind the three generations of Hokage.

After all, the three generations of Naruto have been in the digit for ten years, and many ninjas grew up watching him.

The words of the three generations of Hokage may be more able to comfort these people.

The light rain was pattering, as if everyone was in the mood.

Naruto and Sasuke are also among the crowd.

This is their second time attending a funeral, but the feeling is completely different from the first time.

When they were young, they didn't know what fetters were.

It was also at that time that Iruka told Naruto why people would bet their lives for protection.

This time, Naruto and Sasuke had more in-depth thinking.

War is absolutely something that shouldn't exist.

Especially after seeing off his parents just now, Naruto felt more emotion in his heart.

What is life, Naruto's unintelligent head began to think about this question.

Kakashi pushed the wheelchair and walked slowly into the cemetery.

No one else in the wheelchair, it was Kay.

After using the Eight Gate Dunjia Array, although Kai's injury was cured by Naruto, he still needs a period of recuperation to fully recover.

Therefore, now he can only rely on a wheelchair to move.

This is a torture for Kay, who has always been unable to stop.

But he has no other choice.

If you are injured, you have to rest naturally.

The soil did not come today.

Because he was not suitable for appearing here.

Maybe he came secretly, but no one knew.

Kay in the wheelchair was a little quiet, not at all like him in normal days.

But Kakashi didn't feel strange either.

Although Kai doesn't usually pay attention, he is still very serious on occasions like funerals.

The light rain is still falling, making people a little irritable.

Kay suddenly said, "Kakashi."

"Ok?"

Kakashi is a little unclear.

"Remember what I said at the funeral of the four generations of adults?"

Kay's words brought Kakashi's memory back to seventeen years ago.

That day, he just came across.

The sadness brought to him by the fusion of memories makes him unforgettable now.

At that time, Kay also made his oath.

"Remember, you said you would die like a hero."

Kai Wenyan showed a big smile, and his exposed teeth gleamed with dazzling light.

"Yeah, I thought at the time that it would be great if you could die like a hero and make everyone miss yourself. It is precisely because of this that youth is meaningful."

Kai Jing said quietly, it seemed to be a little different from his usual.

Kakashi listened silently, without speaking.

"My father left me because of his guardianship. He proved the power of Bamen Dunjia and he also proved that he is not a waste. That kind of spirit has always inspired me. I practice Bamen Dunjia madly, hoping to be able to do so one day. Like a father, for the things that he protects, open the last door of life."

"Kay, you did it." Kakashi whispered.

"Yes, I did it. After the Eight Gate Dunjia Array was consumed, at the last moment of my life, there was only comfort in my heart, not the fear of death."

Having said that, Kai's face showed a brighter smile.

"Kakashi, I think I can fully understand the mood of my father at the time. He never had fear in his heart, and only hope."

"Uncle Dai's fire of youth has continued on you. Now, you have passed your fire of youth to Li, haven't you?" Kakashi smiled.

"Yes! Kakashi, do you know the secret of inheriting this youth flame?"

Kay said, suddenly showing a mysterious smile.

Kakashi was a little confused: "What is it?"

"Hehehe, this is it!"

As Kay spoke, he took out the green tights from the ninja bag.

Three black lines immediately appeared on Kakashi's face.

"This dress perfectly achieves excellent ventilation and moisture retention. It has a perfect and outstanding fit. It is the ultimate suit. Only it can perfectly inherit the flame of youth! Li is wearing this suit and inherited me. The fire of youth, you see Ningci and Tiantian look listless because they don’t wear them. Kakashi, would you like to have a set?"

Kakashi raised his forehead.

"I reject."

"Ah! What a shame, Kakashi, after you put on your clothes, walking on the street will definitely increase your chances of returning!"

This is true, it's just the kind of rate of return, I'm afraid it will make people think, this guy is not a fool, right?

Such a rate of return, thinking about it, feels terrible.

"Kakashi! Don't leave. I plan to promote it in the village. Then you can recommend it to me."

Kakashi held the white flower alone and placed it at the memorial monument, completely ignoring Kai behind it.

That guy always scares himself off guard.

After so many years, I still haven't gotten used to it.

Seeing the familiar names on the comforting stele, Kakashi stretched out his right hand and stroked it gently.

"Father, mother, Lin, Teacher Watergate, Ms. Jiuxinai, everything is over. You can also feel at ease."

A light rain gradually dissipated.

Everyone who attended the funeral also faded away.

The cemetery, which was still crowded, fell into a weird silence for an instant.

At this time, a figure slowly walked in.

A tall figure, a black robe, and an anbu mask.

The man took off the mask, revealing the face under the mask.

There is a strange scar on the right cheek, but the left cheek is as clean as a mirror.

The slender right hand slowly rose, and gently stroked a name on the Zhuling stele.

That feeling is like touching the face of the lover.

"Lin, I'm back. Sorry, I'm late."

At this time, a drop of rain fell from the sky that had just cleared, and it happened to fall on the left cheek with dirt.

Take the soil for a moment, and touched the drop of rain with his left hand.

A warm smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Thank you, Lynn..."