People in Naruto, I'm Aizen

Chapter 18 Who is wrong?

Immersing his body in the pool, feeling the warm water beginning to dispel his fatigue in his body, Hatake Kakashi sighed happily as he soaked in the large bathtub.

Yes, there is actually a large bath in Aizen's mansion.

At first glance, it looks like a large bath that can accommodate dozens of people without being crowded. It seems to be originally prepared for hotels and dormitories, but people don't often use this place as a dormitory.

After all, this is the residence of the beloved consultant Aizen. Everyone rushed to repair it, and then left after giving some free help, regardless of whether it was used or not. Only Kakashi was enjoying such a large bathroom.

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In fact, Aizen doesn't use this kind of thing very much. As a consultant to Konoha, he has been a lot busier since he took office. Aizen doesn't use this big bath very much, but often drags a small wooden bucket to his room.

Just treat it with hot water of Huo Dun Shui Dun and soak it for a while and that's it.

And Kakashi would occasionally see Aizen soaking in a wooden bucket with a towel on his head and his upper body starting to correct documents outside.

Unlike what his father said, Aizen didn't seem to be the type to do things when he got the power.

On the contrary, he often lights up the lamp and corrects and repairs some detailed problems at night. He also goes out to inquire about some local-related matters, and occasionally conducts personal inspections.

Although Kakashi has been his adopted son for more than a month, except for the static blood suit and the dynamic blood suit, it seems that including tonight's greeting, there are probably less than four conversations.

If he were his biological son, he might blame his busy father for neglecting his management, but Kakashi knew very well that he was not his biological son.

"Don't say things like what Aizen said, senior. My father is dead, but I will work hard to wash away his shame."

"Really...thank you for your hard work."

The man's palms paused slightly, and then he continued to tidy up the short tomb.

Looking at the number of words on the feather fabric on the back of the man, Kakashi secretly remembered it in his heart after reading it.

As if he thought that this would still make Kakashi look like raindrops, the man wearing a tanuki mask took two steps closer to Kakashi, squatted down and tidied it up with Kakashi with one hand.

Weeds on the tomb.

"Traitor, sinner. The culprit who almost caused Konoha to be attacked by a group of people. The current war preparations are all because of his mistake. That's probably it. My father did die like this."

Facing the calm Kakashi Hatake, he stretched out his palm and wanted to say something to Kakashi, but was interrupted in advance by Kakashi Hatake.

My name is Hatake Kakashi.

In other words, doesn’t the violence of gazes and children still exist?

Looking at Hatake Kakashi, who was sorting out the tomb and trying to level the surrounding land, a trace of pain flashed through the visitor's eyes.

Looking at the man wearing white feathers squatting next to him, Kakashi hesitated and asked in a low voice:

"This place has nothing to do with you, and the environment is not very good. You should just do your own thing. This is my place."

Looking at the short tomb that looked even more lonely in the mist and rain, Kakashi Hatake held an umbrella and stared blankly at the tomb.

"Whether you scold me, hit me, or discriminate against me, I am Hatake Sakumo's son. What a stupid decision my father made, and I, as a son, have to bear it."

When he was halfway through cleaning, he suddenly felt the rain curtain above his head disappear. Looking back subconsciously, a pure white haori came into his eyes.

"Do you think it's a shame for my father to do this?"

It is conceivable that if Kakashi was not protected by Aizen, his life would not be much better.

"……Wait a moment!"

"Thank you for helping me. But I want to handle my father's affairs and my own affairs by myself. That guy Aizen doesn't seem like a good person, but in fact I am very satisfied with my life."

The smiles of those civilians were not fake, and neither was the support of the ninjas. Konoha's efficiency was rising steadily, and it was even possible to have entertainment after the preparations for war. This was all due to Aizen.

This man is different from the Konoha ninjas in my impression. The average Konoha ninja is either regretful, resentful of him for abandoning the mission, or has a complicated expression, but in short, no one comes.

"Who are you?"

This ninja who dedicated his life to Konoha was not even allowed to know the whereabouts of his grave. Naruto insisted that White Fang committed suicide, and insisted that it had brought extremely terrible losses to Konoha.

So his reputation remains.

"Although I am not old, I will work hard to make up for what my father lacks. That's it."

'Are you a villain planning to betray Konoha?'

Who?

"I wasn't there when he died. Now that I think about it, I wish I had realized it earlier. I'm really sorry for letting you stay at Aizen's place."

This is the time for adults, and some obscene jokes and complaints about life will occasionally reach Kakashi's ears. Most of the time he is complaining. Complaining about the Hokage, complaining about society, complaining about the consultant.

"As the son of a sinner, I am lucky to be adopted by Aizen. I have nothing to do. The adults dare not say anything to Aizen and me."

"..."

"It's nothing, Aizen is pretty good to me. At least he's much better than everyone else in Konoha."

It's very late now, and most places have closed. And the customers of those small shops that are open late at night are mostly a group of tired-looking ninjas or staff.

Unless it is true and it has indeed brought great losses to Konoha, it is impossible for Konoha White Fang and his descendants to end up like this.

His father's words were like nails driven into Kakashi's heart, but within just one month, he was shaken.

The once famous White Fang of Konoha now seems to be somewhat alone. The surrounding graves look like they are being taken care of more or less, but Hatake Sakumo's grave does not seem to be.

It was a ninja from Konoha who appeared quietly out of nowhere. He was wearing a white haori that was almost the same as Aizen, holding an oil-paper umbrella on Kakashi's head.

"...That's it."

In a corner of the park where few people were around, Hatake Kakashi finally came to a place he was familiar with.

Looking up at the figure wearing a white haori holding an umbrella and standing in the fog and rain, Kakashi Hatake was stunned.

It's not depression or pain. How should I put it? There is always a feeling that makes people want to say something to him, but they can't.

Kakashi Hatake stood up and turned to leave, but the man wearing a tanuki mask couldn't restrain his emotions and reached out to hold Kakashi's shoulder.

"..."

There were even those who complained about Aizen. Listening to the drunk ninja angrily scolding Aizen, saying that he would not let ninjas interfere with civilian work or interfere with others, I am afraid you can tell just from the slightly contemptuous looks on the boss and the surrounding ninjas.

, Aizen did indeed do the right thing.

"I don't know what my father did. I just feel that if my father really hurts the interests of the village, then his choice was his own. I am his son, and I can only bear my own things.

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Not from a prejudice point of view but from a practical point of view, I am afraid that there has never been such a dedicated and talented staff in Konoha since the first generation.

He had a very strange feeling about this man wearing a white feather fabric and wearing a tanuki mask.

Is his father's judgment really correct?

After walking out of the bathroom and putting on a new ninja uniform, Kakashi braved the hazy drizzle and walked towards Konoha's grave area.

However, the more you live here, the more strange you feel.

"Is this the grave of Hatake Sakumo?"

But the man in front of him, who was wearing a tanuki mask and had gray hair tied back, very similar to his father's hairstyle, didn't show any signs of taboo. He squatted beside him and pulled out the weeds little by little.

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In this case, Hatake Kakashi thought about it many times in his mind, and finally disappeared.

The man wearing an animal mask squatted half-crouched in the cemetery, lowered his head and pondered for a while, and whispered:

"I... am your father's friend. I was not in Konoha when something happened to him. I heard a lot of bad news after I realized it."

"Is this so?"

'eleven……?'

Kakashi made some room for the tall man to lower his head and pull out weeds.

"Although it will make you sad to say this, but I, ah, Hatake Sakumo... what is my evaluation in the village now?"

His biological father was the Konoha White Fang and Hatake Sakumo who had great opinions on Aizen.

"You don't need to torture yourself like this, Kakashi! You are only six years old, and you are in ninja school. There is no need for you to do this!"

But seeing the weeds starting to grow on his biological father's grave, Kakashi sighed, squatted down and began to clean up the weeds.

Looking at the short tomb, Kakashi Hatake stood up, patted the dirt on his hands, and bowed his head in salute to the man wearing a white haori in front of him.

There was obviously no resemblance, and he couldn't even see clearly his body shape or face, but Kakashi always felt a warm feeling.

'Aizen...not Aizen?'

Although some people think that White Fang may have gone to kill the Kazekage family, but after watching Konoha's actions for a month, everyone almost feels that this is a misunderstanding. After all, there is no such thing as a hero's grave.

It's desolate, what about the heroes' children who are burdened with all kinds of infamy? Does the village still have centripetal force?

"What else? Everyone in Konoha knows."

"..."

Kakashi frowned, gently broke away from the man's restraints, and ran back to Aizen's house.

However, Haori, who was wearing the code number 11 and the dagger inscription engraved on it, and the man wearing the tanuki mask maintained that movement, as if he was shocked, and stood there for a long time, unable to get up.

(End of chapter)