People are in Naruto, I am Aizen

"……came back."

Am I having a dream?

Opening his eyes and looking at the familiar ceiling, Kakashi Hatake sat up slowly in his room, covered his head and rubbed.

There are not too many embellishments in the simple bedroom, gray and white walls, simple wooden tables and chairs and bookshelves, small bonsai as decorations, and a framed photo from the seventh edition.

Inside, the bearded boy on the far right glared at the indifferent boy on the left. And the boy on the left looked out of the frame with his mouth curled resentfully, only the girl with cherry-colored short hair looked at the picture with a smile. Kakashi himself looked at the camera with a wry smile, freezing time at this moment.

And looking at the photo, Kakashi himself smiled unconsciously.

The days of the seventh class are also extremely precious to him. He also got a lot of valuable and irreplaceable treasures for his own soul.

It's just that Naruto has already started practicing with Jiraiya, and vowed to bring Uchiha Sasuke back. And Haruno Sakura also apprenticed to the current Fifth Hokage Tsunade, and everyone has gradually entered the right track. There is also news about Orochimaru and the rebel organization. It may be that the pressure has been too much recently, which led to a very bad one. A real nightmare...

Kakashi sat up from the bed, but just as he stood up, he felt a little dizzy in his perception. As if he had just been thrown by a front-loading washing machine, he staggered two steps before he stood up in a bit of embarrassment. This kind of weakness made him shake his palm in some puzzlement.

'It's so similar...'

Whether it's the configuration, the desperate enemies, or the final choice, they're all too similar.

It's just that I don't have the help of my future self in my battle, and there is no such thing as an almost invincible adult to assist me in doing things.

Obito has been dead for more than ten years, and it has been a long time since that war, but he still refuses to give up his fantasy, thinking that he is an omnipotent child, hoping that his friends can survive what?

Maybe, I will never forget that kind of thing in my life. After all, I clearly killed my friend's favorite girl under the gaze of my friend's eyes. And the three of them were obviously good friends who talked about everything, but in the end they ended up like that. Maybe that dream was my punishment.

"Ahem..."

Sure enough, I have been suppressed for too long, I must have had a nightmare...

Konoha's copy ninja Hatake Kakashi is a person who is very good at persuading himself. If he is not so good, he may not be able to recover from the successive deaths of teachers, fathers, and friends.

Coughing twice, feeling the weakness of his body, Hatake Kakashi stood where he was, took out a medicine bottle from the Konoha vest, and after eating a bitter army ration pill, he felt his body gradually filling up. Chakra, Hatake Kakashi sighed in relief, stood up and opened the door of the bedroom, and walked downstairs.

"Drink some water..."

Kakashi covered his head, walked towards the refrigerator staggeringly along the dilapidated stairs.

In fact, the life of a ninja is not as full of hard work as imagined, or it feels like living in the Middle Ages.

The places where the ninjas in Konoha Village live basically have everything they should have, such as good-looking clothes, electrical appliances, various furniture, and books, all of which look like normal modern families.

Although Kakashi is a bachelor and has no vulgar and boring desire to marry a wife, Kakashi still shows high-quality requirements different from other bachelors when it comes to taking care of the family.

Neat and simple rooms, clean stairs, and a kitchen where there is only one person and there is no need. This is the home of Kakashi Hatake, the Jonin who is Konoha. There is no special decoration, no symbol of nobility, just an ordinary place to live.

Hearing the chirping of insects outside, Kakashi was confused, and slowly walked downstairs to the living room with the lights on, and walked towards the kitchen.

It was night, and it was supposed to be a time of complete silence, but it was obvious that this was not the case at Kakashi's house.

When passing by the table, a man in a white trench coat with a stand-up collar naturally sat on a chair, read a newspaper, and greeted him casually.

"Good evening, Kakashi-kun. You look tired, did you have any nightmares?"

"Ah, almost."

Opening the refrigerator door, taking a sip from the water bottle, Hatake Kakashi replied without thinking:

"Maybe it's because Naruto has also left recently. I dreamed that the young me confronted Uchiha Madara, and then called me out, and said that Obito didn't die. It's very interesting..."

"I don't think it's a dream, but something you've actually experienced. It's just because of the possibility of traveling through time and space, which has caused a certain degree of disorder in the human brain protection mechanism and cognition. This is nothing An accident, but a natural response."

Sitting on a chair in a white stand-up collar windbreaker, the man with a gentle and elegant face drank a sip of black tea, flipped through the news in the newspaper, and spoke casually as if chatting.

"And in theory, there is no way for members of the non-Uchiha family to awaken the Sharingan alone. And there is no way for ordinary Sharingan to wake up separately, because every member of the Uchiha family is essentially The container and culture medium of the eyes are separated from the inherent environment, and the shape of the Sharingan will be fixed. It is really very rare for such a space to evolve together. It is very valuable for research.”

"Research..."

"However, for me, the first task is not to study Obitu-kun's wonderful Sharingan, but to study the connection between the world and the world, time and space. Maybe the gap between them is not as huge as I imagined. "

The man sitting on the chair turned his head, his brown eyes reflected the dazed face of Kakashi, and there was a friendly smile on his face.

"After all, the future me has already started to ask the past me for help because of the research problems. I can't just watch the world stagnate in place and turn a blind eye, right? And I'm still curious, where did I come from, and what happens again? something."

"Eh……"

"Even if it is a coincidence caused by a natural phenomenon, it should be investigated why such a natural phenomenon occurs. So as to turn the original passive into an active choice. If there is a chance to understand the operating mechanism of each world, the bottom layer of each world And the surface layer, understanding the internal logic between the world and the world, don’t you think this is a wonderful thing?”

"That's it."

Although it sounds like a cruel topic, it seems natural and reasonable from what he said.

Looking at the man who seemed to be very comfortable drinking black tea, Hatake Kakashi nodded blankly, and drank cold water to himself, which seemed to approve of his answer.

He took another sip of the ice-cold water, and the slightly irritating temperature began to make his thoughts turn. Looking at the man who seemed to be looking at the newspaper again, Hatake Kakashi suddenly realized something was wrong.

'Speaking of which...isn't this my house? Huh? Am I dreaming? '

The cold liquid soaked into the throat, Hatake Kakashi's brain slowly turned.

Looking at the man in front of him who was sitting in a chair elegantly and calmly, making a cup of black tea as if at his own home, and reading the newspaper, a storm gradually began to reverberate in his mind.

Aizen Soyousuke, the man who was feared by everyone in the different world, sat in front of him and took a sip of tea. Natural and harmonious, as if he was supposed to be sitting there.

This man once appeared in front of everyone with an unimaginable posture in his sleep, causing those enemies who were so powerful that they couldn't understand them to panic. They didn't even have the desire to fight when they met each other, and they only wanted to throw him out of the world. The man outside was drinking black tea calmly, sitting in front of him, as if it was very natural.

"Hmm... eh?!"

"Huh? What's the matter? Kakashi-kun? Did you have some nightmare?"

"Ah, no, but, you..."

"Hahaha, so that's the case, haven't you woken up yet? From a ninja's point of view, it's a bit dereliction of duty."

Seeing that he seemed a little groggy in front of him, but subconsciously took out Kunai and pointed it at Kakashi, Aizen Soyousuke who was in the room laughed a little.

"That's not an illusion, nor is it a delusion, but an undoubted reality that once happened in another universe. You were indeed summoned to another world by your young self, and the legendary Uchiha Madara fought, and finally returned to this world the moment Kakashi lifted the swastika."

"The only problem is that after that, Otsutsuki's family attacked us, imprisoned us with their secret treasure called plow, and wanted to throw us into those strange worlds that I don't know what it is. For me It is completely inexplicable, but it is something to look forward to. Because if my judgment is correct, it should be an opportunity sent by me in the future."

"Perhaps in this known world, only the unknown needs to be explored. If what he said is correct, then the unknown should be this different world. After all, the theoretical things have been covered by me. .Otsutsuki seems to have mastered unknown theories and technologies, but at the same time, he has no way to observe the parallel world. And only when the quasi-swastika is solved, it will be distorted. Then, the opportunity should only be that one time. Maybe in the future I made such a decision during the replay."

"For a possibility, I finally chose such a world, just to verify my own existence. Moreover, don't you think this is a very exciting thing to study parallel worlds and different universes?"

Wearing a white trench coat with a high stand-up collar, even sitting on a chair by the dining table, there is an inexplicable elegance and momentum.

Although he clearly realized that the man in front of him might be unimaginably powerful, but Kakashi looked at Aizen who was sitting on the chair talking with a dead fish eye, and couldn't help but have such disrespectful thoughts in his mind.

This person... talks a lot.

He obviously didn't have time to say anything yet, but he suddenly said so many things, so many true words.

And looking at Kakashi who seemed hesitant to speak, the man sitting on the chair looked at him as if he was a little embarrassed, and sighed sincerely.

"Ah, I'm sorry. This is a habit of mine. Sometimes when I'm facing someone I can communicate with, I always have a hard time grasping the time to speak. Please forgive me for this."

"But you don't have to worry about me hurting you or fighting. As I said, I hate fighting. Because fighting is the last resort, only when there are mistakes and omissions in communication that cannot be complemented anyway. , the struggle emerges. I prefer competition."

"Now in this world, only you know my true identity. People who have the experience of traveling through the world in theory, only me and you are known in this universe. Among them, the risk of experimenting on myself It’s too big, and you are an isolated individual, so destructive research is totally unacceptable. So you can rest assured.”

"..."

I never said I was worried? can you let me say something

Looking at the confident man in front of him, Hatake Kakashi was holding a water bottle, hesitant to speak, his face changed frequently. In the end, she just sat in front of Aizen and propped her head up, waiting for him to finish.

When Aizen finished speaking and began to drink black tea with his head down, Hatake Kakashi sighed, and looked at Aizen Soyousuke in front of him with a pair of dead fish eyes.

"I don't actually think you're hostile to me."

"Oh? That would be great."

"After all, researchers like you actually just have ideas about various research data. I have seen such people before, and they behaved very...purely."

Hatake Kakashi looked at the man in front of him who was not dressed like an ordinary person, but more like an idol star, and planned his words carefully, hoping to use more flexible language to communicate with the man in front of him.

After all, he is the ninja of the village, and although the man in front of him is alone, the organization called Xuye Palace that appeared in that short conversation still made him remember it in his heart.

There is also the mysterious swastika, and the so-called Uchiha Madara's plan that appeared in that world, and all kinds of words that have appeared in the follow-up, Hatake Kakashi felt that he should ask Know exactly what is going on with the man in front of you.

As if he had an unconditional trust in himself in another world, Hatake Kakashi looked at the man in front of him, and felt as if all the answers could be obtained from him. Although it is very bizarre, Kakashi has such an intuition. So looking at the gentle figure in front of him, Kakashi pondered for a moment, then said directly:

"Can you tell me about the things and stories that happened on your side? In exchange, I will also tell you about the things that are different between my side and yours."

Looking at the man who was laying out the newspaper for reading, Kakashi casually threw the newspaper on his desk into the trash can.

"It's useless to just read newspapers. To be honest, Konoha's newspapers are probably only worth serialized novels and gossip. He doesn't even report the news that the ninja world is going to war from beginning to end."

"Is that so? The purpose of Konoha's news here is to seek truth from facts and investigate the truth. It seems that the gap is indeed a bit big."

Regarding the rude behavior of directly grabbing the newspaper and throwing it into the trash can, Aizen didn't say anything, but looked at the adult version of Kakashi Hatake in front of him with interest.

"So, what exactly do you want to know? I hope that what can be exchanged is something that can be proven, and it can be concluded that it is accurate enough. It may be said that there will be no communication between us, how do you feel?"

"I have no comment."

"Then, let me briefly introduce my situation."

Looking at Hatake Kakashi who was shaking his head and expressing that he didn't have any special words, this gentle and elegant man picked up the teacup, seemed to be thinking, and spoke softly as if telling someone else's story.

"I used to be Konoha's ninja, and I used to be a member of this village. Before leaving Konoha, I was the advisor of the third Naruto Sarutobi Hiruzen, the elder Konoha at that time, and later the leader of Borderless The alliance of Shimura Danzo, the leader of the military organization. I, Danzo Elder, Sarutobi Hiruzen the Third Hokage, objectively speaking, it is the three of us who are holding the power of life and death in the village."

"However, as time has passed, the two of us have noticed the limitations of Konoha and the crisis within the ninja world. Out of peace and further development of the world, we decided to leave Konoha, and each created Xuye Palace, and Borderless At the same time, because of the disagreement between the two of us, the third Hokage Hiruzaru Sarutobi decided to retire, handed over the rights to the fourth Hokage Namikaze Minato, and claimed Goniwa Ten The captain of the first team of the third team."

"Xuye Palace, Army of Borderless is two neutral institutions and armies. And Konoha, Sand Ninja and Iwa Ninja combined Ninja Village, and Cloud Ninja and Mist Ninja's offensive and defensive alliance, the three parties are fighting in a three-legged manner. Wrestling with each other. Although there is no war, there is a lot of friction behind the scenes..."

"..."

Well, as expected of a person from another world, the opening lightning struck.

Now I have to take notes.

Seeing Aizen talking eloquently, Konoha's Hatake Kakashi's eyes gradually dilated, and the pupils trembled uncontrollably at the end. He quickly made a pause gesture to let himself digest the shocking feeling.