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Kuroshi heard voices talking in the room.
"You wouldn't want to make the Hokage uncomfortable, would you?"
"Your family will be well taken care of, please rest assured."
A voice devoid of emotion echoed through the rainy night, accompanied by distant thunder, making Hatake Kuroshi's heart pound like a drum.
He shook his head desperately on the ground, trying to rub off the cloth covering his eyes.
But the moment he rubbed the blindfold off, Hatake Sakumo's voice rang out.
"I understand."
A blinding flash of lightning instantly illuminated the entire room. Amidst the thunder, Hatake Kuroshi stared fixedly at the group of masked men.
"It'll be troublesome if this kid sees, anyway, the White Fang is dead, let's just take care of him too."
"Isn't there a genius named Kakashi? Keeping him is enough."
The masked man leaning against the side lit a cigarette.
Hatake Kuroshi actually died in that rainy night along with the White Fang.
And the replacement was naturally after his death.
It was also at that time that he completely transformed into an ordinary civilian with no chakra, using the Gojo Satoru template.
Gojo Satoru's Reverse Cursed Technique barely healed his wounds, reviving Kuroshi.
But for Hatake Sakumo, it was already too late.
Itachi watched Hatake Kuroshi fall into a deep thought, his expression downcast, and he knew he had spoken out of turn.
No matter how carefree and easygoing Hatake Kuroshi was, this was about his father's death.
He had asked too rashly.
In the rumors they, the younger generation, had heard, Hatake Kuroshi had fallen ill after the White Fang's death.
During that time, only Kakashi was alone.
After that, the two brothers, due to their different physical constitutions, went in completely different directions, and their personalities also differed greatly.
Compared to those who had clan members like the Uchiha, Hatake Kuroshi and Kakashi were just two orphans who had lost both parents, and there was still a barrier between them.
Although they lived under the same roof, there was always an unbridgeable distance.
"I understand, it's not your fault, Kuroshi."
Although Itachi usually thought a lot and was more mature than his peers, he still had parents and a harmonious family, and he couldn't truly empathize with the two brothers.
He could only offer a dry and feeble consolation.
"Oh? I don't think it's my fault either."
Hatake Kuroshi raised his face, as if he had come back to his senses, and a familiar smile reappeared.
With his blindfold on, it was still impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Hatake Kuroshi put his hands in his pockets, leaned slightly forward, and whispered in Itachi's ear:
"But you should know what kind of things are lurking beneath this place, having done so much for the Leaf Village in the shadows."
"When you're choosing sides, think carefully about which way you should go."
The implication of these words was undeniable, and Itachi's backward steps suddenly stopped.
He wasn't naive. Planting this seed in Itachi's heart was enough.
No matter which path he chose.
He clearly loves sweets just as much as me, there's no need for him to live in bitterness all his life.
Hatake Kuroshi straightened up and instantly disappeared from Itachi's side.
A faint sweet fragrance lingered in the air, and Itachi's temples were brushed by the breeze caused by the instantaneous movement.
He turned his head thoughtfully towards the direction Hatake Kuroshi had left.
The sun had completely set, and only a few rays of afterglow still shone on the ground.
Root, Anbu.
To be honest, Hatake Kuroshi didn't have a good impression of these two direct forces.
After all, Hiruzen and Danzo were just two sides of the same coin.
No one could say anything about the other.
The Anbu was still dealing with other people's business, but Root didn't show any mercy when dealing with their own people.
But no matter how outrageous Danzo's orders were, Hiruzen mostly turned a blind eye.
To put it bluntly, most of what Root did was tacitly approved by him.
But there were too many of these upper-level forces, they were too old-fashioned, and there were many useless people.
Especially those elders in the administrative department, they basically had no ability except to influence decisions and talk!
And the most annoying thing was that the more useless these people were, the more power they held.
Hatake Kuroshi clearly realized that killing off the upper echelons was useless.
Those people would come in waves, one after another.
If they didn't change from the foundation, they would forever be trapped in chaos and infighting, falling into one regret after another.
So, he had to start with the education of these younger generations.
Hatake Kuroshi would cultivate them step by step.
The world is always in the hands of young people.
They will grow up and become reliable partners for each other.
They can stand at the top and clearly look down on the whole world!
As Hatake Kuroshi's thoughts flew, a mechanical synthesized voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
[Ding~]
[Congratulations, host, you have successfully increased your restoration degree to 22%]
[Short-range instantaneous movement upgraded to medium-range instantaneous movement]
[Six Eyes perception range increased]
[Restoration degree exceeds 20%, small tip: Host can unlock new character templates when restoration degree exceeds 90%]
Ah, this purpose is similar to Gojo Satoru's reason for becoming a teacher in Jujutsu Kaisen.
So, setting my goal to this can also increase the restoration degree.
Hatake Kuroshi looked at the translucent template with interest. His movement distance also increased accordingly.
Compared to these enhanced skills, Hatake Kuroshi's attention was more focused on the last small tip.
New template?! This reward sounds interesting.
Maybe I'll be able to switch to a more interesting character later.
Not bad, so let's cultivate more reliable partners while looking forward to new template characters!
Hatake Kuroshi closed the system panel in his mind and landed steadily at his doorstep.
"I'm back."
Even though no one would answer, Hatake Kuroshi still said it out of habit.
The Hatake house was on the outskirts of the Leaf Village, almost like a suburb.
The house was big, but it was empty and lacked furniture. Most of the rooms were vacant.
Kuroshi and Kakashi basically did everything from cooking to sleeping in this largest room.
A sizzling sound accompanied by a burst of fragrance wafted from the stove.
Kakashi, wearing a white nightgown, was standing in the kitchen frying fish.
His expression was serious, his gaze firm, as if he was frying fish with the Sharingan.
Dead silence spread between the two, and visible awkwardness filled the air.
Kuroshi sat at the table, looking at the other side with a strange expression.
On the side of the table against the wall, Kakashi's clothes were neatly placed, separated by the table.
"It's rare, you actually came back to spend the night."
"No missions tomorrow?"
After Kakashi joined the Anbu, he stayed in the dormitory near his missions outside of work.
On the one hand, the Hatake house was a bit far from the village, and it was inconvenient for him to go there when he had urgent missions.
On the other hand, it was also because he wanted to stay away from this place, away from Kuroshi.
Seeing Kuroshi would remind Kakashi of his father.
Kakashi couldn't let go of his father's death.
If it had been him who came back that day, instead of his brother, could he have turned things around?
This thought lingered in his mind.
But the dead couldn't be brought back to life, and this thought was just his fantasy.
"This afternoon, there were no other things."
Kakashi, wearing his mask, lowered his eyes and placed the fried fish on the table.
Kuroshi looked at the two plates of fried fish and miso soup that were specially placed on the table. The one in front of him clearly had some unmelted sugar granules sprinkled on it.
The color of the miso soup was also lighter.
Kuroshi couldn't help but smile.
This guy is really a hypocrite.
Although his attitude was always cold, every action showed that he considered him family.
"Ah, you remembered to put sugar for me."
"But sprinkling it on top won't make it flavorful."
Kakashi's movements of scooping rice clearly froze, his brows furrowed slightly, and his ears quickly turned a light pink.
Ah, he's embarrassed.
Kuroshi poked the fried fish on his plate.
Before the Uchiha rebellion, wasn't Kakashi on this timeline just about to have his eyes targeted by that old man Danzo?
Kuroshi was lost in thought, and the chopsticks in his hand lost their grip.
"Bang," the chopsticks poked through the fish, making a crisp sound on the plate.
Their eyes met awkwardly.
Kakashi frowned slightly, quickly averting his gaze.
"You don't have to eat it if you don't want to."
"No need to force yourself."
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Hello It's me Shixie.
IDK if the timeline here is right, if its not then consider it an AU.
I'm translating for you guys, I'll try to make as less mistakes as possible. Don't be too harsh please.
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