"I knew it was an illusion, but I ......"

Obito and Rin reached out and grabbed my arm and pulled me through the door. The door slammed shut with Lynn, and all the voices, the endless accusations and cries, disappeared in my ears.

I saw Lynn leaning against the door, the big hole in her chest had stopped bleeding.

"That's fine," she smiled.

"Why are you stunned Kakashi, let's go to the kitchen to help. Behind me, Obito, who had only one eye, shouted.

Help?, I stunned and followed Obito in front of me.

Soon I heard the sound of tuk-tuk chopping vegetables, it was fast, it was soft, and it felt very familiar to me. It was a sound in the depths of memory, buried by time.

Walking into the kitchen, I quickly saw the familiar back.

Father!

I froze in front of the kitchen, overwhelmed.

The vegetables are cut very evenly and stir-fried in a pan to make the oil rustle.

"Get me a carrot, Kakashi. ”

Just then, my father said.

I hesitated, took a carrot from the refrigerator and handed it to my father.

"Help me shred the carrots," my father added.

I caught a glimpse of a deep cut in my father's neck, the blood had drained, and the white flesh turned out, revealing bright red muscles and cyan veins.

As...... The corpse I saw that day.

When I picked up the knife, I realized that my hands were shaking. I struggled to cut through the uneven shredded radish, and my head broke out in a cold sweat.

"How many years have you not held a knife?" said his father's voice, without the slightest rise or fall.

I looked at my father in horror, just as I had when I was younger. He wasn't looking at me, and I was relieved.

I looked down, only to find that my knife had sliced a piece of flesh from the tip of my finger, and the entire cutting board was stained red with blood.

"Ah, you were so careless, Kakashi. Lynn behind me said, she took the bandage out of her medical bag and carefully wrapped my fingers. "You, and Obito are always worried. ”

Because Obito is always injured, Lin always carries a small medical kit.

"Your finger hurts, just let me do it. Lynn said, and she took the kitchen knife from my hand.

"So what am I doing?"

"You just sit at the table and wait for it to be eaten. Obito said this and pushed me out of the kitchen.

I sat at the edge of the table, where I could still hear my father's tuk tuk as he chopped the vegetables. The table was not big, and I sat there alone and waited.

The first to come out of the kitchen was Lynn, carrying a stack of boiled meat, the hollow in her chest gone, and the familiar smile on her face.

Then there was Obito, who was now two-eyed, and sat down next to Lin after putting down the dish he was holding.

Finally, my father, who was holding an autumn fish, and the wound on his neck was gone.

They sat at the table and ate in peace.

I was surrounded by a special feeling, it felt like I was soaking in warm water.

"I left behind my own companions. I said to Obito, who was sitting next to me.

"Aren't you ready to get them out? Obito grinned. "Then let's do it. ”

"I'm sorry, Lynn," I said to Lynn sitting next to me again, because I killed her.

Lynn smiled and shook her head.

I stared back at my father, who was sitting in front of me.

"I made mistakes and lost all my honor. ”

My father looked at me, "At least you're not completely defeated. ”

"You still have a chance to redeem it. ”

I felt my sense of touch gradually return, and the faces of Obito, Rin, and my father were no longer clear.

"Are you leaving me?"

"We're long gone. ”

"Don't be so decadent, Kakashi. Obito gave a thumbs up, "Where is that always stinky fart?" ”

"You've seen enough with my eyes, it's time to use your own. ”

They disappeared in the blink of an eye, and I sat at the table with nothing on it.

I was half asleep, and by the time my consciousness became clearer, the moonlight was shining through the window on my floor. Standing up, my paralyzed feet after sitting for a long time caused me to stagger and stumble.

I held on to the table, feeling a tingling in my fingertips. I looked sideways and saw that a piece of flesh was missing from the tip of my right finger, which was bleeding at this point.

It seems that I did cut the carrots.

I went to the kitchen and dumped the shredded radish mixed with blood into the trash, the dark red blood on the cutting board had coalesced into lumps. Turn on the faucet, and the running water rustles and leaves.

I put my hand in the running water, and the icy temperature made me feel a little more refreshed.

After the first injection, I couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion.

I turned off the faucet and searched the room for the potion box.

I quickly found it, and it was lying on the ground in the doorway.

I took a syringe out of the box and injected the potion into my body again.

The excitement came again, my lower body gradually hardened, and at the same time, the touch of my skin gradually dulled until it disappeared.

Then there was the feeling of vertigo, I thought. I stood up, and the dizziness I felt with the potion for the second time wasn't very strong. The first time it felt like the world was spinning, but the second time it was just like standing on a boat floating in the wind and waves.

And when the dizziness fades, the hallucinations reappear.

This time it was my teacher, the fourth Hokage, who appeared.

But this time, reason was not overwhelmed by illusions. I can tell what is hallucination and what is real. It was an amazing feeling.

I found a chair and sat down, adjusting to the effects of the potion. I waited for an hour, and then I stood up.

In one of the rooms of this room, there were all kinds of knives, and in the center of the room was a portrait of my father, and under the portrait was the short knife with the handle of the blade of the white fangs.

Because of the long period of lack of maintenance, the knives in the room have been rusted, and a thick layer of dust covers those knives, obscuring all the edges.

I haven't used a knife since I had it.

The reputation of the Son of the White Fang was extinguished by me when it first emerged in the ninja world because of the Third Ninja War.

I've always felt guilty and .......

In order to save me, Obito died in the collapsed cave, and his bones were gone. It should be him who should make a name for himself in the ninja world, not me, who should have died.

And now, having lost my writing wheel, I need to make up for my lost power with my sword technique.

Some of the knives in the room were the same knives my father used to use, some were the same knives my father used to kill enemies, and some were the knives he had prepared for me.

I've never used it.

I looked around the room and finally found the right knife. It's in the corner of the room, but it's still prominent. It was snow-white, three feet three inches long, and there was no trace of rust despite being covered in thick dust.

My father once told me about the origin of this knife. Its owner was a samurai from the country of craftsmen, who joined the Second Shinobi War in an attempt to revive the samurai.

His father only made one move against him, and after one move, his father was seriously injured and the samurai died.

I grasped the hilt of the knife, and with a wave of my right hand, all the dust had fallen, and the blade was spotless and shining. I saw the lines on the knife like running water, and I thought that the dust would be like this, and the blood would probably be like that.

I stuck the knife in my back and walked over to my father's portrait.

I stared at my father's portrait for a moment, then picked up the blade of the white fangs with only the hilt left.

My father taught me all his swordsmanship.

I think if I manage to rescue Naruto and them this time, the name of White Fang will probably resound in the ninja world again.