Although he sometimes feels that Uchiha Obito is too cheerful, but what kind of idiot...isn't it?But why did he say such words so naturally to Obito Uchiha, who had a high fever?

Pursing his lips and thinking for a while, Lu Jing gave a "tsk" and said in a low voice, "My personality is too bad."

Calling someone "stupid" for no reason, either the other party has a problem or he has a problem.

Lu Jing silently accepts the bad self-evaluation.

With a little bit of guilt in his heart, Lu Jing simply stayed by Obito Uchiha's bedside, revisiting "Intimacy Strategy" to pass the time, and took Obito Uchiha's temperature every hour.

Two hours later, Lu Jing's expression turned serious.

"It's... 40.5°C, why is the temperature higher? Is it a problem with the antipyretics, or a problem with the thermometer?" Lu Jing frowned. He looked at the thermometer in his hand, shook it vigorously, and stuffed it into his own Armpit tucked.

He decided to check for himself whether there was any problem with the thermometer.

"36.5°C, normal body temperature." Lu Jing stretched out his hand to touch the back of Uchiha Obito's neck, and murmured: "It does feel a little hotter than before, or else, why don't you go to the hospital?"

puff.

Lu Jing's heart jumped suddenly, and a very direct sense of crisis came suddenly.

Lu Jing was startled, subconsciously raised his eyes, and saw the black-haired young man with a towel and ice pack on his forehead opened his eyes at some point, because his eyes were only slightly exposed because of the obstruction on his forehead.

Such a little bit of unfamiliarity made Lu Jing's spine tense.

It wasn't the pure black eyes, nor the magical scarlet eyes, from Lu Jing's current angle, what he glimpsed was a bit of deep purple.At the bottom of the eyes, there are patterns like water ripples, dotted with seven black hook jades.

This pattern can be said to be very complicated.

No, what should be complained here is, why did Yuan's eyes change color again?

"Kite...?" Even though he was locked by this dangerous energy, the trust he had built up over the years made Lu Jing insist on abandoning the instincts of his body after thousands of years of training, relax his tense shoulders, and try to face it with a gentle attitude. Uchiha Obito.

He won't hurt him.

This is an indisputable fact.

Lu Jing slowly raised his hand, and pushed the wet towel and ice pack on Obito Uchiha's forehead to the pillow beside him, fully revealing Obito Uchiha's eyes.

Throughout the whole process, Uchiha Obito remained motionless, only slightly tilted his head, quietly watching Lu Jing, allowing him to move.

So good.

Lu Jing breathed a sigh of relief, with a more natural expression, and said, "Yuan, you have a fever, and your temperature hasn't dropped, do you want to go to..." the hospital.

Before he could speak, the force from the back of his neck caused Lu Jing to lean over and lower his head in bewilderment.The nape of the neck was held in the hot palm, and the slightly cool forehead was offset against the same hot forehead of a certain patient. Those strange eyes with complicated patterns looked straight at him, their expressions were a little chaotic, but full of astonishing stubbornness .

"mine."

Uchiha Obito's voice was hoarse, but he seemed to have exhausted his whole body's strength, and said seriously.

Unable to react, Lu Jing opened his eyes in a daze. The next second, his head was hit by an invisible force, his eyes were dark, and then he didn't know anything.

***

The ruined Japanese courtyard, the wooden buildings reveal the weather and failure of years of disrepair.The fence is low, barely covering the untended flowers and plants in the courtyard.But even so, in the early spring, the mountain cherry trees in the courtyard were still full of pure white cherry blossoms, falling with the breeze.

In the six-fold bedroom, the silver-haired boy lying on the tatami slowly opened his eyes.Under the frost-colored eyebrows, black eyes stared blankly at the ceiling of the roof.

"Nation of Fire, Muye Village..." The silver-haired boy sat up, frowning slightly, his delicate eyes full of daze and confusion.He scratched his cheek with his fingers, but the feeling from his fingertips was very strange—his fingers scratched the light and breathable fabric.It was because it was so breathable that he didn't notice that the half of his face below his nose was hidden under the mask.

Silver-haired boy: "???"

The silver-haired boy looked down at the clothes on his body. If he read correctly, it must be pajamas.

Wearing a mask while sleeping... Is there some last resort?

The silver-haired boy who doesn't think there's anything wrong with him rightfully attributes his quirk of sleeping in a mask to a physical problem, and it's certainly not his queerness.

He took off his mask and breathed the air that brought the aroma of cherry blossoms outside the window. The chaotic self-awareness was being put back into place, and the chaotic memories were being sorted out one by one by him.

"I'm... Hatake Kakashi, a student in Class A of the first grade of Ninja School. My mother died early, and my father..." The black eyes were empty for a moment, as if in pain, as if numb, and his throat seemed to be stuffed The thorns, every breath, are full of pain.

"Father is Shinobi Konoha, who chose to kill himself because of the failure of the mission."

Hatake Kakashi lowered his eyes, staring in a daze at the absence of tatami mats in the room.

"Right here, in this room."

Hatake Kakashi sat in the room silently, with short silver hair curled up in a mess, and his lifeless black eyes were fixed on a certain floor.

He had to look, look at the floor that had been stained red with his father's blood, look directly at the mistakes his father made by helping his companions, and then use his hands to take back the pride of his father and the Hatake family.

but……

The silver-haired boy with overly delicate eyebrows and eyes slumped his shoulders, and said softly in a helpless tone with a smile: "But I don't think there is anything wrong with my father's choice... If I have to pick out a mistake, it must be Because father and that person are not strong enough?"

If the father is strong enough, he doesn't have to choose between missions and companions, and he can continue the glory of the Hatake family and protect his companions.

If that person was strong enough, father wouldn't have to face such a choice, and the mission could be completed smoothly.

People who don't follow the rules are trash, but those who don't cherish their companions are even worse than trash.

"In the final analysis, no matter how many times I do it again, my father will still choose a companion." Hatake Kakashi touched his chin and said to himself, "But ah, my father's vision is still not very good, and that will blame me in turn. Father's uncle is not suitable to be a companion at all. Ah, why can't the teammates of Konoha village be chosen by themselves, and can only be assigned by the superior, this is too bad."

Whispering about Konoha Village's poor teammate assignment system, Hatake Kakashi washed and changed his clothes, and made himself a simple breakfast.

The breakfast is Tamagoyaki, which is not bad, with a fluffy texture and a good taste.

Living alone makes people self-reliant. Since there is no hostess in the family, the father who was the host was always on missions during his lifetime. It can be said that Kakashi Hatake was brought up by the ninja dog at home.Fortunately, he is a genius in every sense. When he was a little over three years old, he was able to cook some simple food.

Although I have learned to be self-reliant, it would be better to have ready-made three meals a day.Even if it's not tasty enough, it's at least convenient.

Hiring someone to cook is a good solution. His father left him a lot of property, which is enough for him to spend all kinds of things before he grows up.

Putting the tamagoyaki cut into small pieces into his mouth, Hatake Kakashi chewed his breakfast slowly, thinking wildly in his mind.

It's just that the thought of allowing outsiders to invade his territory made him feel uncomfortable.It would be great if one could learn the Shadow Split-Body Technique. The Shadow Split-Body Technique is different from the Split-Body Technique, the former has an entity.Although when the shadow body is released, the memory, pain and fatigue of the shadow body will be returned to the main body, but at least it was convenient for him at that time.

It's a pity that the Hatake family's ancestral heritage is swordsmanship and ninjutsu, which were either learned in the ninja school or entered the Konoha Secret Ninjutsu library after being promoted.

The age for entering a ninja school is generally six years old.Because of Hatake Kakashi's talent, he was eager to try the ninja school, so he enrolled at the age of four, and now he is only five years old.

His father left too early, leaving him only the practice of knife skills. Ninjutsu was only taught in school, and he had no way to learn the source of advanced ninjutsu.

There seems to be nothing to learn in school?Instead of continuing to waste time there, why not graduate early?

He also wanted to graduate early before, but his mentality was slightly different. He wanted to graduate as soon as possible and do tasks to make a name for himself to wash away the shame of his father.

So, did he wake up suddenly after sleeping?

His father was a hero, and there was never shame to wash over.And what he has to do is to continue the glory of his father and continue on.

Hatake Kakashi shook his head with a chuckle, and put the bowls and chopsticks into the sink.

"I am leaving."

He spoke to the empty room.

***

Although it is quite broken, it still looks lively.

This is Hatake Kakashi's first impression of Konoha Village.Immediately, he shook his head inwardly.

What's the first impression, he just fell asleep and figured out some things, and when he looked at the world, he felt that everything was different.

Muye Village is lively, but the land and buildings in the village are too old.Moreover, he doesn't like the villagers of Konoha, because after his father's mission failed, he was frequently criticized by those villagers.

It's hard to imagine, where did the group of weak villagers, who rely on the protection of the ninja power of Konoha Hidden Village to live and work in peace and contentment, have the courage to criticize a powerful ninja.Miraculously, they really "killed" a powerful ninja with those rumors.

However, how much of it is because he can't stand those gossips, or because he doesn't want his son to suffer from those gossips?

Sure enough...he is the one who should be responsible for the death of his father.

He just didn't understand his father's choice at the time, and he didn't understand why the mission-oriented ninja would give up that mission for the sake of his so-called companions.

Now, he has understood.

"Have you heard that White Fang committed suicide?"

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true. If Konoha Baiya hadn't committed suicide, the battle outside wouldn't have worsened."

"Sure enough, it's because of that incident? I really don't understand why he gave up that mission!"

"I heard it was to save my companion."

Kakashi frowned in disgust, no matter what tone and attitude those people had, he didn't want to hear his father's name from these people.

When my father was still alive, every pair of eyes was full of contempt and rejection, as if asking: Why are you still alive, why don't you apologize with death?

After their father really died, they put on a gesture of regret, trying to distance themselves from the relationship, as if they had nothing to do with the man's death.

Kakashi stopped abruptly, the expression in his eyes fluctuating.

If you graduate early and become a ninja, whether it is an ordinary mission or a war mission, although money and goods are essentially worth the money, wouldn’t it be Konoha and the villagers who once drove his father to death?

He doesn't want this life anymore.

A voice sounded quietly from the bottom of my heart.

The strong should have the right to choose life, he will continue to become stronger, correspondingly, he wants to be more willful.

be more capricious...

"Kakashi!" An energetic voice sounded, obviously a child's voice, somewhat familiar.

Who is it?Seems to have a good relationship with him.

As soon as such an idea came up, a hand was lightly patted on his shoulder, and a black-haired boy raised his head with a bright smile. He obviously wanted to say something, but his eyes met, and his eyes met Kaka's. The boy visibly froze when he saw Cassie's face.

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