Naruto: I get stronger by drawing lots

No matter where they are, their father, the White Fang of Konoha, is so famous that many people even say that their father is the next Hokage.

The next Hokage? That's the most respected and highest position in Konoha. And yet his own father is being called the next Hokage. Kakashi felt that his father was extraordinary.

After a quick wash, Kakashi went to the yard and began to wield his ninja sword.

Kakashi wants his father to be famous in the ninja world for his swordsmanship!

After becoming aware of his father's power and greatness, Kakashi began to study swordsmanship and has now been practicing basic swordsmanship for two years.

Chop, gather, horizontal slash, gather, chop—

Day after day, Kakashi tirelessly practiced these fundamental skills in his spare time every day.

The sun had just risen, but the small body stood very straight, sweat pouring down as he resolutely counted the number of times he swung his knife.

What people know is that Konoha's White Fang's son is also a genius comparable to him, and he already has considerable strength at a young age.

But no one knows how Kakashi acquired this strength.

Throughout the entire process, White Fang never personally supervised or guided Kakashi. Kakashi relied solely on his own perseverance to practice all the basic skills again and again.

"Five thousand."

Kakashi breathed a sigh of relief. Next, he would take a shower and then go to school to prepare for class.

The palpitations in his heart continued, lingering relentlessly. It wasn't the palpitations of being attracted to someone, but a palpitation of intense anxiety. The feeling of unease persisted, and Kakashi kept quiet, enduring it.

The word "ninja" (忍者) should begin with the character "忍" (endurance).

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Kakashi set off for school.

"It's rare to see you so early."

Kushina yawned and was slightly surprised to see Tsukiki wearing an apron as soon as she stepped out of the living room.

"I've been sleeping too much lately, and I can't fall asleep anymore."

Yue Shu seemed somewhat helpless.

"Breakfast will be ready soon, just a moment,"

"You're cooking yourself? I'm really looking forward to it."

The moon tree smiled.

The fact that she couldn't fall asleep was both true and false. At dawn, Yue Shu woke up, and for some reason, a sense of unease overwhelmed her, making it impossible for her to fall back asleep.

Unable to fall asleep, Yue Shu went out for a walk.

For some reason, Tsukiki really wanted to go to a certain place, as if some voice was guiding him.

Thinking back carefully, I had the same feeling when White Tooth came to take over my shift a couple of days ago.

It felt as if someone was shouting something at me.

As Yue Shu walked along, she wandered to the cemetery.

He stopped in front of a tombstone, which was half-lit in the morning light.

Tomb of Nozomi Mano

This is the inscription on the tombstone. As Yue Shu looked at these words, her memory instantly returned to seven years ago.

That was the first time he had met this gentle person, and he never expected that a guy like White Fang would have such a beauty by his side.

As Yue Shu pondered, a slight smile appeared on her face. Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed before her eyes.

Looking up, Yue Shu saw a familiar face:

"Mikoto?"

Tsukiki never expected to run into Mikoto at this time.

The other person was holding a bouquet of white flowers, seemingly visiting a grave.

"Moon Tree? What are you doing here?"

Mikoto was also a little surprised.

"I arrived here without even realizing it."

Yue Shu touched his head:

"There was an elder, an elder who treated me very well."

Mikoto looked at the moon tree for a while, then turned to look at the tombstone in front of her.

"Really? An accident?"

"Ah."

"Would you like to send some flowers? I'll share some with you."

"Hey? That's not a good idea."

Tsukiki was also bewildered by this move, while Mikoto just smiled.

“This is my grandfather. He would be happy if he knew that he gave his flowers to someone from the same place as him.”

Mikoto's eyes showed a hint of sadness.

"Because Grandpa never says it, but he's actually a super gentle person."

"—"

"Then, I'll send you a little."

Tsukiki reached out her hand, and Mikoto smiled as she parted half of the white flower in her hand.

Tsukiki took the flower and returned to Nozomi Mano's gravestone.

"That person."

Mikoto's voice came softly.

"She must be a very gentle person."

Tsukiki paused, then looked at Mikoto. Mikoto was intently facing her grandfather's tombstone, leaving only her back to Tsukiki.

"Um--"

Yue Shu gave a soft "hmm," then carefully placed the flowers and offered a sincere prayer.

"End?"

"Ah."

"Then let's go back."

"Ah."

Tsukiki and Mikoto walked side by side, leaving this place full of regrets.

The two then parted ways, and now Yue Shu has returned to make breakfast.

"Moon Tree—"

"Ok?"

"You, tears fell."

When Tsukiki brought out breakfast, Kushina looked on with surprise.

The sun was already high in the sky, and the sunlight made my eyes glisten, as clear as pearls.

A breeze, carrying the scent of old farewell wine, drifted in from who-knows-where, and instantly brought tears to my eyes.

"Huh? What's wrong? That's strange."

Yue Shu smiled and wiped away the tears that fell from her face, but she couldn't wipe them away completely.

"Moon Tree—"

Kushina's eyes were filled with heartache. She didn't know why, but the boy in front of her was radiating the purest sadness, yet she couldn't sense it from his expression.

It was as if another version of him was crying out somewhere, eventually conveying his feelings to Yue Shu's body, but not to his soul.

The sun had just risen, its rays streaming down, and the aroma of food wafted through the air, but an invisible sorrow drowned out even that fragrance.

Chapter 127: Broken Blade

"I wonder if things will go smoothly for them."

However, at dawn, Jiraiya was already quite early.

The past hustle and bustle has vanished, and the friction between the five countries has suddenly disappeared completely, as if they had all made a pact.

That's fine, though. It saves Jiraiya from having to worry about so much...

If only things could continue like this, but even if a little longer, the border's need for combat power wouldn't be as great, and Jiraiya and the others could finally return to their village.

"Those three must be alright, right?"

Orochimaru, like Jiraiya, got up early.

Compared to Jiraiya, he appeared very calm and had great confidence in the three of them, including White Fang.

"That's true."

Jiraiya agreed, but the unease in his heart just wouldn't go away.

Jiraiya has been traveling the world for quite some time now. Although he is not as good as he was during Naruto's time, he is not bad either.

Therefore, Jiraiya understood the importance of intuition even more.

Jiraiya always sensed something was wrong with this unease that came from the deepest part of his heart.

The two walked out of the camp, where Jiraiya and Orochimaru waited quietly.

The morning breeze was pleasant, and the two men stood at the border waiting for the three who were supposed to return in triumph.

—I hope everything's alright.

Jiraiya silently offered a prayer in his heart.

Time slowly passed, and finally, at one point, the wind changed direction.

It was even faster and more violent, with the sound of wind breaking through it.