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The two-week exams in Konoha are over. Except for some outstanding brats who stayed in Konoha headquarters, others have returned to their respective schools.

"Dad," Metkai, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes and was wearing a green tights, lowered his head and pushed open the door, "I'm back." His voice was as small as a mosquito.

"Did you get good grades?" It was early in the morning, and Matt Dai was preparing teaching materials in his room before going to class.

"I didn't pass the Chuunin exam. However, I got a B in the tai... taijutsu test." Kai's head dropped lower.

"Are you okay?" Matt Dai touched his chin, stepped forward, and held up Kai's little head with his rough palms, "Kai, it's better than I expected."

Dai smiled and gave Kai an encouraging thumbs up.

"But dad," Kai's eyes were filled with tears of disappointment, "my other subjects..."

"You are a student at the physical arts school," Dai patted Kai on the shoulder, "physical arts is what you should care about."

Not being blamed at all, Kai burst into tears.

"Starting from today, the burden is doubled, do you understand Kai?"

"Yeah!" Kai nodded firmly.

—

Konoha White Fang, experienced a battle with the Iwa Ninja, his body was severely damaged, and now he is considered half a cripple.

Kakashi is a cool kid, with silver hair just like White Fang, a mask that covers half of his face, and a short sword on his back.

White Fang's dagger was lost in the Earth Kingdom and was captured by Uehara, and now the dagger is in the hands of Fuma Frog.

The squeaking of the wheels of the wheelchair echoed in the corridor, "Dad, I'm going to study at Konoha Headquarters." Kakashi suddenly stopped and said while pushing the wheelchair.

"Oh," Sakumo reacted for a while, "Is that so?"

"Yes." Kakashi nodded, "They said that you can learn more advanced ninjutsu at the headquarters, so..."

Sakumo was silent for a moment, as he had not yet completed his teaching to Kakashi. However, the headquarters must have better considerations.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?" Sakumo took Kakashi's hand. He could feel Kakashi's resistance. This child was always reluctant to get too close to him.

"Well, I'll leave tomorrow."

"Dad, we're here."

I parked my wheelchair and arrived at the classroom where Sakumo was supposed to be in class.

"Leave, Kakashi."

Kakashi responded.

Just as his father understood him, Kakashi himself also understood his father deeply. Konoha White Fang would always support his body and walk to the podium with the help of crutches. He would never allow anyone to help him.

The corridor is long, but not dark.

There were bright windows on both sides of the corridor, and the early morning sunlight was gradually filtering in. As Kakashi walked by, the sunlight fell on his face, making it warm.

Soon, we were about to reach the corner. Kakashi stopped. He wanted to look back for some reason. He slowly turned around and saw his father still sitting in the wheelchair, still leaning sideways when watching him.

Is there something wrong with dad? Kakashi thought and turned back.

Sakumo looked at the corner where Kakashi was passing by, but didn't react to Kakashi's return for a moment.

When Kakashi said goodbye to Sakumo again, "I'm going to Konoha headquarters to meet more friends. I said, this is good."

Only after many years could Kakashi gradually understand the expectations in these words.

There are not many people who can stay in Konoha headquarters after passing the chunin exam, Kakashi is one of them, and this naturally does not include Metkai.

On the way back, Kakashi met Gai.

"Kakashi, I blame you for hurting me, so I got a B in taijutsu," Kai clenched his fists, looking full of fighting spirit, "If I hadn't been injured, at least I would have gotten an A in taijutsu, right?"

!”

"I told you before," Kakashi spread his hands, looking helpless, "I told you before that if you want to take the exam, you need to rest. There is no need to exercise every day."

"As for hurting you," Kakashi slapped his palm on Kai's shoulder, "You said you must use all your strength every time, right?"

"It's your own fault that you failed to get an A," Kakashi shook his head, with a preaching tone, "Injuring yourself at such a critical time, haha. Ninjas, not just strength is enough.

.”

Kakashi's words made Kai feel depressed again.

Kakashi had seen Gai's look of doubting his life too many times.

"Akai," the straight man Kakashi hugged Kai with great difficulty, "I'm going to the headquarters."

Kai knew what it meant that Kakashi went to the headquarters and he stayed here, that is, no one was willing to compete with him every day.

"Kai, try your best!" Kakashi raised his thumb to Kai, "I hope to see you in the headquarters."

"Besides, I'm really sorry for hurting Kai. Speaking of which, Kai, you are getting more and more powerful, so much so that I can no longer retain any strength."

"I have to say, Kai, you are starting to get difficult."

(Is that so?) Kai clenched his fists and gathered strength, (Finally, can I finally make this guy feel troublesome?)

There were flames burning in Kai's eyes. (If approved by this guy,) Kai suddenly raised his head and said, "Today, I will practice another hundred laps!"

"Come on!"

He ran away like the wind, and Kakashi watched him leave in the billowing smoke.

—

It is said that among the sixty-seven ninja ability test subjects established by Konoha, the most difficult one is teaching ability. It is too difficult for them to discuss the teaching level with a group of brats.

In the ninja school of Konoha headquarters, Namikaze Minato was appointed as a teacher who was too young at the age of thirteen.

Minato's first class has come to an end.

"The Third Hokage's order is that every teacher who teaches must teach the ninjutsu that he is most proud of. So, do you have anything to learn about the Flying Thunder God?"

The kids looked at each other in confusion. After all, after listening to Minato repeatedly stressing how difficult it was to learn Flying Thunder God throughout the whole class, no one could make up their mind to learn.

He was a little disappointed that he couldn't find any kid to study with. Minato glanced around and saw three little bastards sleeping soundly in the last row.

It's so annoying that I dare to sleep in the first class.

Minato used the chalk as a shuriken and accurately called the names, waking up the three troublemakers.

"They are the same as Shiranui Genma and Iwashi. Now, please explain the content of the Flying Thunder God Technique mentioned in this lesson."

Minato has a baby face and cannot be serious even if he tries hard.

"We have learned the art of Flying Thunder God a long time ago!" He rubbed his eyes and got up, and said arrogantly with his arms folded.

"But, you didn't listen, okay?" Minato said with a dark look on his face.

"Although I haven't heard anything, I just feel like I've learned it." Shiranui Genma, holding a toothpick in his mouth, had the same look of dismay.

"Yes. That's right. That's it." Deyiwahi and his companions united the front.

The classroom immediately burst into laughter.

"Okay," Minato said with a dark look on his face, "At least. As for the Flying Thunder God, you at least have enough courage to learn it."

"Then," Minato said with a malicious smile, "I'll hand over the Flying Thunder God Technique to you three."

The three sad little devils, when they faced the teacher's smile, they felt a cold feeling behind them.