[Naruto] Angelica

Some words, really can not say.Kakashi deeply understood this truth.

Just after he told Itachi that "there are so many people in this world who need to be assassinated every day", it didn't take long before he received several assassination orders in a row.

The minister who hired Ronin to try to start a bloodshed, the leader who secretly established a military force in the land of fire... The most serious thing was a Konoha information leak.

The information on the traitor provided by the Anbu intelligence team was wrong. Kakashi and his subordinates rushed to the place overnight, but they didn't even see a single person. Ninja kills.

Suppressing his anger, he went back to the ministry, knocked on the door of the intelligence team, and was about to ask a question, but the person standing inside who opened the door for him was Yayoi Hyuga, whom he hadn't seen in months.

She seemed to have just arrived, with the heavy ninja bag still pinned to her waist, she reached out to lift off her mask, with a tired face, but gave him the biggest smile.

Slap.The pen on the desk in the room rolled to the ground.

"Ugh……"

He reached out and hugged her in his arms, nothing else mattered.

Kakashi didn't stay for too long, Yayoi closed the door, turned around and gestured to his colleague who was hiding in the inner lounge, and the other party stuck his head out in relief and let out a long breath.

"It's really scary for Kakashi to get angry. I don't want the information to be wrong. Fortunately, you came back in time... benefactor, Yayoi!"

"It's easy to talk, just transfer your vacation to me for a day."

On the other side, Kakashi disbanded his subordinates who had been paralyzed on the sofa and bench as soon as he came back, went back to their respective houses, and grabbed the only Itachi who seemed to be in good spirits to write a mission report, and then quickly took a shower and changed his body. Bloody clothes, wearing a mask and going out to report to the third generation.

Kakashi was about to knock on the door when the door handle suddenly turned and someone opened it from the inside.

"Good afternoon." Uchiha Obito casually greeted him absent-mindedly, he didn't pay attention to who Anbe was in front of him, and just staggered past him.

Kakashi frowned.

The third generation in the house was asking who was outside, Kakashi looked away, answered, and closed the door behind his back when he entered the house.

In the gaps of the piled up documents, the face of the third generation was exposed. His eyes were still as bright and sharp as when he was young, but he had already begun to feel powerless about many things.Such as the years, such as the disciple I cherished most, and the factional struggles that have become increasingly sharp.

"Things are going well?"

"It's okay. It's all cleaned up."

In the short time since Kakashi entered the door and stood in front of the table, the third generation had already looked at him - walking normally, no obvious trauma, but he was a little bit mentally ill.It seems that there is no big trouble.

The third generation has always been very reassuring about Kakashi, he said that if he didn't survive, that's it, and he didn't bother to listen to the specific process.

When people are old, it is easy to soften their hearts.

Third generation held the pipe and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Have you brought anything back?"

"Here." Kakashi took out the fragmented scroll and put it on the third generation's desk, "Sorry, part of it was accidentally destroyed during the battle."

This volume is only a backup of the original, the problem is not the burning itself.

The windows of the office were half open, but there was no wind blowing in, only the sunlight came through and fell on the ground, pulling out a twisted rectangle.The documents spread out on the table were still on the previous page, and the scrolls that fell to the ground at some point were scattered in a mess.

"You know the content of the scroll."

Kakashi's pupils narrowed slightly, and he remained calmly in that somewhat casual posture, with his left hand in his pocket, and the cloak he took off after entering the door was on his right arm, and there was nothing unusual about it.

"Yes. At that time, the seal was destroyed and all the scrolls were scattered, and I saw part of it when I sorted it out."

"You don't seem too surprised."

Sandaimu took a puff of smoke, and slowly exhaled it from his nose. His whole body was engulfed in the smoke, and even his voice sounded a little distant and unreal.

"Minato mentioned it to you?"

After a long silence, Kakashi said slowly: "Before the expedition, the teacher did say that only half of the nine-tailed body was sealed on him, but he didn't say where the other half is...nor did he tell me that his child is still alive. .”

The third generation flipped through the remaining fragments of the scroll, and said, "Who else knows about this?"

"No. I organized the scrolls by myself."

"There's no need to cover it up. Although this matter is indeed against the regulations, it won't have much consequences." Third Generation said indifferently.

"...Itachi, Tianzang, Xiyan."

"I see."

The ash seemed to be a little clogged, and Sandaime held the pipe and tapped lightly on the edge of the table.

Kakashi was still waiting to be held accountable, but he didn't talk about it anymore after hearing the third generation change the subject.

"Itachi has been on your team for a while."

"More than five months, almost half a year."

"Are you getting along well?"

"Well. Very polite and intelligent."

"Really?" The third generation smiled, seeming a little surprised, "I'm still worried that his aloof personality makes it easy to make enemies."

"After all, in Anbu, everyone relies on strength to speak... A person with strength can easily win people's hearts." Kakashi also rolled his eyes.

There was a hasty knock on the door, and people outside were calling for an urgent report.

The door opened, and Kakashi stepped aside, but the person who came delivered the things and left. Kakashi was not familiar with this person, so he only had a vague impression that it should be someone from the Communications Department.

Third generation took the report and quickly scanned it.Just when Kakashi started counting the eyelashes of Minato in the photo, Third Generation finally raised his eyelids and beckoned him to go, but instead of letting him go, he put the stack of documents in front of him.

The three pages of unbound paper were spread out, and Kakashi took a look, and keenly captured the word "Uchiha", and he couldn't help feeling a premonition in his heart.

"Take a look. Tell me what you think."

The third generation said solemnly.

Kakashi scanned a few lines, and it turned out to be a surveillance report of the Uchiha clan. The first two pages recorded in detail the suspicious movements of some clan members, including when and who they met, what they talked about specifically, and what happened. Unusual behavior and so on.

The end of the last page reads: It is recommended to implement alert measure No. [-] as soon as possible.

The so-called alert measure No. 24 is to monitor the target personnel [-] hours a day.Kakashi re-turned to the first two pages and went through it quickly, frowning. The surveillance report, which is so detailed to every sentence of the conversation, must be executed by someone from the Uchiha clan, and it is impossible for one person to complete the workload.

Itachi may have been involved in this.

The thought made Kakashi feel bad.

"...Since the Uchiha tribe seems to have a tendency to launch a coup d'etat. I think the conclusions of the report should be implemented as soon as possible."

The third generation nodded and said: "This matter, I am going to let the third class, the sixth class, and the seventh class handle it together. I will ask the minister to minimize other tasks assigned to you." The third generation quickly finished writing the mission scroll and handed it over, "You guys Coordinate the time and manpower by yourself. If there is any situation, you don’t need to go through other consultants and elders, and report directly to me.”

"Yes, I understand." Kakashi replied.

"Don't be in a hurry... Let's start tomorrow." Third generation held the pipe and took a puff, "Ninja school should be over soon."

After leaving the Hokage Building, the last nonsense words of the third generation still lingered in Kakashi's mind.

He originally planned to go home to catch up on sleep, but he made a detour by accident. When he came back from a distraction, he was already standing under the fence of the ninja school.

With an indescribable mood, he easily climbed over the two-meter-high brick wall and entered.

This place was not affected by the Nine-Tails attack a few years ago, everything is still the same as it was originally, the old teaching building, the vast playground, the rusty swings, the practice equipment that was thrown everywhere in the training ground... …

Compared with others, Kakashi doesn't have too much emotion and nostalgia for this place.

At that time, the rumors about his father had not subsided, and the year of studying here happened to be the darkest and painful time of his childhood, and he didn't care about anything other than becoming stronger in his mind.

A teacher spotted him in the hallway.

In most people's hearts, there is more or less fear of Konoha, the mysterious masked army.

"Excuse me... what can I do?" She carefully blocked his way.

"The captain has something to do, help him pick up the child." Kakashi said nonsense calmly, "It's the first grade. Haven't finished school yet?"

"Ah." The female teacher put down her guard, "School ends in 6 minutes. Otherwise, go to the office and wait."

"It's troublesome."

The office was empty, and the other teachers probably had classes, but the female teacher who brought him told him to sit wherever he wanted.

Kakashi didn't sit for a long time, stood up bored and walked to the window, opened the dark green thick blackout curtain, and looked at the children playing on the playground from a distance.

He suddenly found an acquaintance.

Uchiha Itachi stood at the gate of the ninja school.He had already changed out of his Anbe uniform, his black hair was neatly tied behind his head, and he leaned against the railing to take a nap.

The cheerful bell rang suddenly, and the quiet teaching building was immediately filled with all kinds of restless voices. The children rushed out of the classroom with their schoolbags, cheering that another day of boring and difficult classes was finally over.

"get out of class has ended."

The female teacher's voice sounded from behind.

Kakashi saw a group of children walking out of the teaching building. The black-haired children surrounded by them looked impatient, but they grinned the moment they saw Itachi, and ran quickly across half of the playground, pounced firmly on Weasel's arms.

Xiao Tail, who was chasing after him all the way, raised his fist and shouted: "Uchiha Sasuke, I want to duel with you!"

Sasuke poked his head out of Itachi's arms and made a grimace: "You can't beat me, give up at the end of the crane. And I'm going home with my brother."

The child who was called the tail of the crane stopped in place and stomped angrily, yelling in disbelief.The other children followed up laughingly, and hooked their arms around his neck: "Oh, Naruto, why don't you eat tricolor balls with us."

"Hey, it's impossible to beat classmate Uchiha, it's more important to fill your stomach." Another person said.

"Yesterday, the boss said that a new sugar water will be launched today, let's go, Naruto, let's go together, what's so fun about fighting..."

So the aggressive challenger just now failed to withstand the temptation of delicious food, turned around and discussed with everyone what to eat today, completely forgetting about Sasuke.

Ning Ci, a second grader with a satchel on his back, walked past the noisy first graders with a nonchalant look.

Tian Tian chased him from behind, jumped up and punched him lightly on the shoulder, propped his knees and gasped, "What are you doing walking so fast! Don't wait for me!"

"Training. Yayoi is back, she is waiting at the training ground."

Ning Ci remained expressionless, but slowed down and waited for her to catch up.

"Aren't you going to pick up the baby?"

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, the female teacher asked suspiciously.

"Ah...he went to eat meatballs with his classmates, I'll pick him up later...thank you."

Kakashi nodded to the female teacher and left the office.

The kid cleaning the corridor passed by Kakashi dragging a heavy bucket, and sprinkled water everywhere in three steps. The two with mops followed behind without any intention of helping, with fierce expressions on their faces. Use the handle of the mop as a wooden sword and swipe around to fight.

Passing by a classroom with an open door, there was the sound of a child who was detained in the classroom reciting aloud, and some other students were smiling and talking about other things to make trouble.

No child is worried about whether they will be rushed to the battlefield tomorrow, whether their lives will be in danger, or whether they will never see each other again tomorrow after saying goodbye today.

After leaving the teaching building, the fiery red sunset shone on Kakashi's body in the evening, and also illuminated Naruto Uzumaki's golden hair in the distance.

This is the Konoha they guard.

It is Konoha of peace bought by the fourth generation, Lin, and many other ninjas with their own blood and lives.

And now, no one knows how long this peace can last.

The task book that was taken from the third generation was quietly lying in Kakashi's ninja bag.

Not far from the ninja school, Uchiha Shisui appeared in front of Itachi out of thin air in the lively market, and disappeared in an instant, so fast that Sasuke, who was holding his brother's hand and talking about what he learned today, didn't notice at all. He has been here.

A crow's feathers fell from mid-air.

Itachi stopped.

"Why don't you go, brother? Didn't you say that there is a meeting at night, and you have to go home quickly and have dinner before you can teach me shuriken?"

Sasuke looked up at him suspiciously.

"Forgive me Sasuke... I will teach you next time."

Itachi smiled apologetically, bent down and gently poked Sasuke's forehead.