News of White Fang's death came a week after this meeting.

The exact time of death is unknown, but Makoto learned from the people of the Hagi clan that it was supposed to be the third day after the end of Obon. On that day, as soon as White Fang died, almost immediately, a shadow entered Qimu's house.

Blocking the news, verifying the identity, and a series of due meanings.

Seeing that Kakashi was lost in both hands, he slowly stepped forward and put the box into a three-foot square tomb, and Makoto pulled the hood on his trench coat to hide his sarcastic look.

Who knows what's in that box?

A shadow-level corpse, in the ninja world, but I don't know how many people have to fight for a precious item when they break their heads. Orochimaru...... Danzo ...... Tsunade...... These are all experts and saints in this area, and with the status of the Qimu clan today, there is no reason why Konoha will let it go.

Don't say anything taboo - between the first generation of Thousand Hands and the second generation of Thousand Hands, with these two Hokage Honors, after death, the corpses are still turned over and over I don't know how many times they have been studied.

However, both of them voluntarily donated their bodies before they died, and used them as experiments for the village to accumulate knowledge and mysteries.

The next step was to fill in the hole, although Kakashi was only 7 years old, but he was not like the surrounding Hagi people, either weeping or gloomy, he just stood indifferently in front of the tomb, allowing the servants to bury the urn layer by layer into the soil.

White Fang's funeral is not grand, and there are only a few outsiders like Makoto who are present, except for the relatives of Qimu, perhaps, the three generations of Hokage are personally present to mourn, which is the only one in line with the proper identity of White Fang in the entire funeral.

The three generations looked at each other, he bowed his head slightly, and the two dark people behind him lifted out a stone tablet, which was engraved with the words "Konoha White Fang".

The Hokage personally presented the monument, which was perhaps the highest honor a ninja could receive after his death.

The stele appeared, but did not receive the kind of cheer that its predecessors received.

In a corner of the cemetery group, this small group of people maintained an indescribable silence, and although there was no laughter at the funeral, the mournful crying was also suppressed to the point of inaudible.

The stele was buried next to the tombstone, the three generations showed up and left after a while, several friends left, and the number of people in the Qimu family gradually decreased.

Several of the Hachiki family's uncles stroked Kakashi's shoulders and sighed.

Kakashi turned and Makoto walked over to him.

Makoto paused, and Kakashi walked past him.

The whole time, Kakashi didn't give Makoto a glance.

Although Kakashi's eyes have always had the kind of cold arrogance that belongs to geniuses in his eyes since before, but now, his eyes are dead.

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Konoha, the outer wall.

Cheng stood quietly under the wall, still wearing a red windbreaker, with the hood pulled down, and even his face was covered by most of it, in the words of a certain girl, it was a red monster with "the body is a windbreaker".

In order to build the wall, the trees of this generation were cleared out of a wide blank area, and the wind blocked by the forest, along this passage, which seemed narrow compared to the whole forest, whistled for many years, so that the branches and foliage of the trees near the wall, on the inside and outside, were dense on one side and sparse on the other.

Makoto turned his gaze, and a golden shadow, with the undulation of the wind, stood lightly on the sparse branches.

"Your alertness, not bad." The golden shadow made a low sound.

"There's no 'tail', right?" Lowering his voice, Makoto replied alertly.

"Poof, you can still joke, it seems that you are not as sad as I thought." Watergate returned to its usual tone, with a gentle smile in it.

Makoto ignored him.

Whoosh, a bitter nothing, nailed to Makoto's feet.

The next moment, the water gate, which was originally a hundred meters away, appeared above the kunai.

Not [moving], but [appearing]. The intermediate process is omitted, and the jump directly from one point of space to another point is seamless.

The Flying Thunder God's Art.

The original Flying Thunder God Technique, did it actually need to be sealed...... Makoto kept splitting the vibrating chakra ball in his sleeve, and then continued, repeating the process that had been repeated a million times.

"Well, there's no need to be jealous. That's the genius of this genius. "Even if it's so triumphant, this guy can still speak so personable.

Gentle, no, it should be said to be warm, so that people do not feel the slightest discomfort and malice.

This kind of thing must be called [charm], right?

Speaking of which, most of the gentle and polite image that I have been trying to disguise comes from here.

"You need to seal it, the target location is too obvious, and your own reflexes are insufficient, enough for me to kill you three times."

The young man's eyes were bright red as blood, and a pair of magatama wheels slowly turned, and he tilted his head slightly, staring closely at the position of the water gate.

"Well," Shui Men jumped down from the kunwu and shrugged his shoulders, "There are still a little flaws, but I believe that this can be avoided." ”

He nimbly picked up the kunai on the ground with his toes, and his fingers ran through the hoop ears on the kunai's stalk, causing it to gently circle around his fingers, while asking, "Why did you suddenly remember to call me over?" ”

This guy has always cherished time like gold, especially when he was cultivating, and today he called himself to this relatively secret place, definitely not to celebrate his Flying Thunder God cultivation success.

“…… I have something to ask you for. ”

Shuimen picked up a place against the wall and sat down on the ground, and said succinctly: "Say." ”

"In non-war times, the upper ninja system has to lead a team of novice ninjas, which is both training and teaching. I hope you can apply to the third generation and become Kakashi's leader Shinobi-sensei. ”

Shuimen glanced at Makoto strangely, and although he didn't want to refuse, he couldn't help but ask, "You're also a ninja, right?" Why don't you go and be Kakashi's teacher? ”

The Uchiha boy, who holds the record for the fastest rank promotion of the Nakashinobi Supreme Ninja, said lightly: "Your fighting style is also in the same vein as Hakuya, and you are closer to Kakashi's habits than me, so you are more suitable to teach him." Moreover, having benefited so much indirectly from White Fang, don't you think you should repay something? ”

Watergate raised an eyebrow, a reason that didn't convince him.

"The real reason?"

"......" Makoto pinned his head to the side.

"What did you say?" Watergate really didn't hear clearly.

"I, the, sex, character, no, suitable, suitable, dang, old, teacher." The coldness in the words has reached the point where it can frostbite people.

"Uh, okay." Watergate wisely changed the subject, and in order to prevent being PK by real people, he agreed in one bite.

In that case, Kakashi's side will be fine.

Seeing that kind of sneering look on his friend, but still with that unique gentleness, Cheng thought silently.