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Compared to the shadowy Root headquarters, Konoha at this moment basked in the morning sun's radiance, gradually coming alive with golden light.
Kakashi walked ahead with his hands thrust deep in his pockets, while Feng Bai followed behind, his eyes drinking in everything with unbridled curiosity.
Unlike Sakumo's patient responses to every inquiry, Kakashi's tone carried evident irritation, yet he ultimately maintained conversation, answering Feng Bai's questions with characteristic brevity.
The scene unfolded as follows:
Feng Bai (pointing at a nearby structure): "Kakashi, what's that building?"
Kakashi: "Public restroom."
Feng Bai (with sudden understanding): "Ah, Old Eight's cafeteria."
Kakashi: "?"
Feng Bai (indicating another building): "Kakashi, what about that one?"
Kakashi: "Ninja Academy."
Feng Bai (gesturing toward a green-clad figure performing handstands in the distance): "Kakashi, what's that?"
Kakashi: "Weirdo."
Feng Bai: "Oh. Wait... green-skinned handstand guy..."
Something clicked in Feng Bai's mind as he slapped his forehead, thinking: Good grief, isn't that the founder of the "Sublime Gates," Might Duy?!
His son is even more legendary—Konoha's Azure Beast, Might Guy! The man who nearly kicked the series to its finale!
Unfortunately, in this bloodline-obsessed world, the Hokage's child becomes Hokage, ANBU's child joins ANBU, and the expendable's child remains expendable. Even achieving glory by opening the Death Gate and sacrificing one's life, he ultimately wasn't the protagonist.
Following this logic, if his cheap father was the "Pot Shadow," wouldn't that make him "Little Pot Shadow"?!
Feng Bai began questioning whether coming to Konoha had truly been wise.
In the Hokage's office, Danzō's predatory gaze had left a considerable psychological scar.
He wasn't concerned about Danzō subjecting him to bizarre experiments, but rather feared that after the Uchiha massacre, a vengeance-driven Sasuke might eliminate Danzō and use him as collateral damage.
Therefore, to live comfortably in this world, he'd need to prevent Danzō from interfering in Uchiha affairs—particularly ensuring the Night of the Massacre never occurred.
Damn it, why must I worry about the Uchiha as if I'd transmigrated into their clan, despite lacking their bloodline?
This is completely unfair!
Lost in contemplation, Feng Bai failed to notice Kakashi had already guided him away from the bustling commercial district into a forest-shrouded trail.
Realizing Kakashi had halted, Feng Bai looked up to hear Kakashi's characteristically cool voice: "Alright, we're here."
"Uh, where exactly is 'here'?" Feng Bai blinked his innocent, wide eyes.
"My training ground. You joining me?" Kakashi began limbering up, executing various preparatory stretches.
"Uh, training..." Feng Bai tilted his head back, surveying the imposing vertical cliff face before breaking into a nervous sweat.
Right, this was canon—Kakashi practicing single-handed rock climbing from childhood.
Observing Feng Bai's lack of response, Kakashi showed no concern. After completing his warm-up routine, he executed a powerful leap, grasping a rocky protrusion with one hand and methodically ascending before Feng Bai's amazed gaze.
"Uh, I'll abstain from participation." Feng Bai raised his hands in surrender, settling cross-legged on a relatively clean patch of earth to quietly observe Kakashi's display—no, training session.
Though acclaimed as a prodigy, this guy's dedication matched anyone's efforts.
Watching Kakashi steadily ascend, Feng Bai seized the opportunity to organize his accumulated intelligence.
For shinobi, information represented paramount importance.
Thanks to Kirigakure's notoriously draconian secrecy policies, Feng Bai, despite four years of residence there, possessed no knowledge of the timeline's current position.
In Kirigakure, you couldn't even discover the Mizukage's name or generational number. Feng Bai could only deduce from the ongoing Bloody Mist policies that he existed somewhere before the Fourth Great Ninja War's outbreak.
Only upon reaching Konoha and encountering Hiruzen Sarutobi without his signature white hair alongside young Kakashi could he precisely establish the timeline.
Apparently, he'd been reborn just before the Third Great Ninja War's eruption—during Konoha's golden era.
White Fang remained alive, the Uchiha clan thrived, and a certain blonde star was poised to rise. The entire village radiated vibrant prosperity and boundless potential.
Tragically, this illusory golden age wouldn't endure. Soon White Fang would succumb to malicious rumors, the Third Great Ninja War would explode, "Comrade Obito" would fall under Madara Uchiha's manipulation to become the mysterious masked man, followed by Minato Namikaze and his wife's deaths—
That roughly outlined the plot progression.
Perhaps due to experiencing death once, Feng Bai lacked complete confidence in his memories.
Ultimately, you can only depend on yourself.
Glancing again at Kakashi, who had ascended considerably higher, Feng Bai decided to commence his own training regimen.
Extending his right hand, Feng Bai concentrated on circulating his modest chakra reserves. As chakra flowed through his system, frigid energy enveloped his surroundings.
Through focused effort, an ice sphere gradually materialized in his palm, developing facial contours under Feng Bai's careful manipulation.
Ice sculpture creation—this represented Feng Bai's personal training method, developed by combining his mother's inherited practice scrolls.
Through such precise chakra manipulation, he could enhance his chakra control mastery, operating on the same principle as coating one's feet with chakra for tree-climbing or water-walking exercises.
Shortly, a fist-sized ice sculpture recognizably resembling Kakashi reached completion.
"With just those dead-fish eyes, it's actually quite manageable." Examining the sculpture that required only eye details while ignoring other facial features, Feng Bai chuckled softly, discarding it aside to begin his next creation.
Perhaps I should increase the difficulty—maybe sculpt Danzō?
After all, that guy's easier than normal people—one less eye to worry about.
Oh right, can't forget that distinctive mushroom-shaped chin.
As successive Danzō ice sculptures emerged, Feng Bai's technique evolved from initially crude attempts to clearly defined facial features.
"Hey, who are you?" Just as his movements became increasingly fluid, Kakashi's voice suddenly rang out.
Looking up, Feng Bai discovered an ANBU-dressed shinobi had appeared before him.
The operative stared intently at the ice sculpture in Feng Bai's hand, his expression unreadable behind the mask.
Having completed his climb and returned to ground level, Kakashi regarded the ANBU with obvious wariness, completely ignoring his muscles' current aching protests.
The ANBU remained silent, instead producing a syringe from within his clothing while focusing on Feng Bai.
"Uh, you..." Setting down his ice sculpture, Feng Bai pointed at himself: "You want to draw my blood?"
"Correct." The ANBU finally spoke, then strode forward decisively, seizing Feng Bai's arm to insert the needle.
"Hey, wait—did you sterilize that?" Observing the needle exposed directly to open air, Feng Bai attempted to educate him about proper disinfection procedures, but the operative clearly had no intention of allowing conversation, plunging the needle directly into his arm.
"You bastard—" Seeing himself ignored, Kakashi moved to intervene, only to find two additional ANBU operatives materializing before him.
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