Chapter 14: Skills

- He's just a boy, and you managed to miss him! You're a ninja! Although which of you are ninjas, if you could lose one simple guy.

The lights were dimmed in the office and a short man was scolding his subordinates, who were sent to monitor the guest of the Hatake house. But they were so relaxed that they missed the goal.

Knowing now all the information about the boy's movements, he made some conclusions not only about the Litter and was convinced of the incompetence of his subordinates. It remains now to decide what to do with them.

The silence devoured the two young men with their heads released so quickly that they even began to see all sorts of strange figures. Their fate was being decided now, which had not so many branches. Either they will be killed right now so as not to suffer, or they will still be pardoned, but they will be obliged to forget about their Shinobi lives.

They have seen more than once how guilty subordinates came into the office of this terrible junin, who then did not come out. They were carried out feet first, it was not a pleasant sight. But who could have known that they would end up here sometime, and it seemed like it was nothing...

The only thing that gave them hope for a better future was their skills, which could be useful in battles if war broke out. And the news from the borders was disappointing, which only reinforced their faith in a bright future.

"You guys have served me better than most for a couple of years, but I never thought that you could take liberties even in such an easy mission. I won't even doubt your skills, perhaps in a few years you would even become Juniors. I won't deny it, you have every chance of it, but here's the thing... the blade flashed, and the already rejoicing eyes began to widen in horror. Both Shinobi clutched at the throat, from which blood was flowing profusely. They tried to say something, but a lump rolled up in their throat prevented them from saying anything. - ...your attitude towards missions is unacceptable. I don't want, like the village, to risk people following you on missions. It's better to get rid of you right now.

The kunai in the man's hand disappeared into the sleeve, from where it was pulled out. He looked at the two corpses that were lying in his office. His eyes have lost their former faith in a better life, he managed to tell a lot of dirt in his life, which is hidden by the top of Konoha, and he himself is not clean on hand. Exhaling to bring his thoughts to rest, he headed for the people who would clean his office of garbage.

***

Kakashi and Sora spent a couple more days together without adults. The first attended school every day, where he gained knowledge and skills that the school could provide, while the second walked the village up and down. Although for a person of the modern world, this village was not something outstanding. But he could not deny the beauty of this place. What he saw now was extremely different from the anime. Experiencing everything on her own skin was both strange for Sora and exciting. Now he was just walking around the village, studying literature in the library and trying to figure out his system.

The woman from the library still pleased him. She decided to open for him a secret section with literature about the chakra and related to it. There were also techniques, but before them he was still like before his past world. Therefore, he only read about the chakra, learning some features. There were scrolls so old that he had to unwrap them with extreme care, otherwise they would have torn.

Candles and bookshelves placed nearby accompanied him in his reading. The dust that he noticed on his first visit to this place disappeared, or to be more precise, the woman put this place in order for the sake of one client, which Sora was immensely happy about. Still, it was not so easy to spend a huge amount of your time in a dusty room.

But the most important thing that the guy discovered for himself is his capabilities, which he neglected all this time. He finally got to the "Skills" icon, where there was a surprise for him.

[Skills]

Assessment(1ur)

Trade(1ur)

Eloquence (1ur)

[Assessment is a skill that allows you to collect information about an object]

[Trading is a skill that allows you to buy goods cheaper than they actually are or sell at an inflated price. Chance to bargain at a favorable price for you: 3%]

[Eloquence - using this skill, you can influence people. They will blindly believe you. Chance to influence others - 1%]

In addition to this information, he managed to find out, not without pain, of course, that the more powerful a person is, the harder it is to use the skill on him, that is, the chance decreases. Which was sad, because Sora had already made sky-high plans for himself.

The guy appreciated the skills, everyone was good enough to some extent. And if now at the first level, they were weak, then in the future they could help him in his plans. It remains only to live up to those wonderful days. Sora wanted to learn more about how to develop his skills, but he was not ready to receive a new portion of pain. The same one lasted for a few more days with precipitation, which is why the guy delayed the development.

In the meantime, he was just testing his skills, sometimes in grocery stores, sometimes on ordinary people. He even tried to evaluate the librarian, but in response he received a strange inscription.

[Name: ???]

[Total strength:???]

Having received such an ambiguous assessment, he revised his thoughts about this woman. Perhaps she is some kind of hidden shinobi who decided to postpone his military affairs. To be friends with such a person would be an advantage, who knows when such a person will be needed. In exchange for this friendship and the use of knowledge inaccessible to others for free, he had to listen to the woman's speeches for several hours, in which interesting moments about the second Hokage kept slipping through. As if she knew him intimately enough.

After receiving a batch of complaints, he said goodbye to his aunt, who still has not given her name. Coming out into the fresh air from a dark room, he breathed in and out loudly. The light aroma of fried goodies coming from neighborhoods close to this place directly attracted the guy. But the painfully familiar figure sobered him up.

Kakashi, as usual, was standing in the shade, sheltering from the bright scorching sun, propping up the fence. Every time Sora saw this little monster, he involuntarily shuddered. The image of Kakashi throwing a heavy stone loomed in my head. But the boy quickly coped with this, yet he was not just a boy, but a big man in the past world. Using the assessment, Sora learned what little information he could.

[Name: Hatake Kakashi]

[Total strength: 221]

Such figures have more than once surprised Sora, who checked with society. Ordinary people didn't have the strength of more than a hundred and fifty. Even the most ordinary Shinobi were a laughing stock against his background. Adult men barely as a total force exceeded three or four hundred. The guy immediately attributed such people to genins or to people who did not pass the genin exam.

- You were late today ... - the guy said, adjusting the mask on his face. He is already relatively used to the fact that his strange roommate goes to this library, where no one goes, as if this place does not exist.

- The head of the department has gone deep into her stories today. And there is no way without details, here and...

- I see, you don't have to continue.

Kakashi recoiled from the wall and headed towards his house, not having finished listening to Sora.

- Hey, you're completely impudent! You can't even listen to the rest. You'll never have friends like that.

A boy ran up to Kakashi, wailing. He wasn't used to the mask that hid his face yet. Because of what it was difficult to talk and run.

- I don't think I need them. I live well enough without them.

- What are you talking about? All you do is study and train. If you didn't know, then life doesn't end there. There are so many things in this world... Sora spoke breathlessly, remembering anime, or rather unusual places that he wanted to visit.

- What's in it...

- Don't argue, Kakashi, Sora is right. There are a lot of interesting things in our world, and closing yourself off from others is not an option.

A man with hair similar to Kakashi appeared in front of the two guys. But their faces and temperament are so very different, which makes it difficult to say that they are father and son.

- Father?

- Uncle Sakumo?

The guys were surprised by the man who interrupted their conversation. They have somehow already got used to the idea that this person is not there, and he is somewhere on a mission now.

- Yeah, I'm glad you found a common language. Knowing Kakashi, he probably wouldn't be the first to talk to you Sora.

On the man's tired face, a faint smile appeared, which complemented the words. He examined both of them, after which he made some conclusions of his own and raised his head higher to see several people following behind these children.

- We have nothing to do here, we'd better go home soon, I want to talk to you.

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