Chapter 17: Serious Conversation

Both guys immediately put their energy aside and sat down at the table like adults, focusing on the upcoming conversation.

"Ha, ha, ha, you even look like each other in some way. It's not surprising that you became friends ... Ha... - Sakumo raised the general mood, but after leaving his eyes took on the outlines of complete seriousness, this rarely happened. Even Sora saw him like this for the first time, now realizing the seriousness of the conversation. - My team and I were ordered to undertake a rather dangerous mission. I do not know what the outcome will be, but you need to prepare for the worst...

There was a silent silence in the dining room. Even the crickets could be heard outside, which somehow diluted the thoughts of these three.

- What should we do? Kakashi asked. He was most worried about this mission. The only native person to talk to him now about the danger of the mission. This had never happened before, so the unrest was justified.

Sora also kept up with his friend in his experiences. But he looked much further. Knowing the plot of the anime, I had to come up with something right on the go that could somehow help. The guy wanted to make every effort to save this man. It wasn't some childish desire to save all the characters he was interested in, no. Thanks, they helped him when he needed it, and the first one who extended his hand to him was just the same Sakumo. Therefore, if he succeeds, he will save him!

- You know, we have a clan library under the house, where you can find all the books you need for studying. The main thing is to rely on each other, you can only trust yourself. That's what I wanted to tell you.

The man got up from the table to approach his son, who was looking at his father with glassy eyes.

- Kakashi, Mom would be proud of you. I'm leaving this house to you, take care of this place. And remember, we are Shinobi, and this is a dangerous profession, death awaits us at every step. I'll try to come back ... - patting his son on the head, he went to the second floor, leaving the children alone.

Both listened to the footsteps receding from them, but neither moved from his place. Hatake tried to comprehend what his father said while Iguru looked at him, making sure of his goals to help this family.

- Listen, Kakashi...

- Are you still here? - in his usual emotionless manner, the blond man said. His infuriating manner of conducting a conversation involuntarily broke out. Sora even remembered how he had already ignored Guy in adulthood.

- Still here, as you can see. I didn't think you'd get so caught up in your thoughts. Will you? He pushed the fruit towards the boy.

- I will.

I took a fruit Hatake. He did not dare to refuse the offer for the sake of a joke. He hasn't shown himself so brazenly yet.

- Just wash it, don't forget. He was lying in dusty boxes.

Both boys are mired in the evening routine. Sora cooked the food, and Kakashi helped him, stealing a little of the fruit he liked, for which he received a grin from the cook.

They didn't even notice Sakumo leaving the house. Nevertheless, Iguru managed to distract his partner from the paranoid thoughts creeping into his head. The man even managed to follow this idyll, in which he was not. Hatake represented his deceased spouse in the place where he should have been. Instead, he goes on a dangerous mission, from which there is a chance not to return.

- See you later... - he breathed out meaningfully and disappeared into the night darkness.

***

The next day began with the fact that the guys could not find Sakumo. The brewing panic quickly ceased to exist when a juicy slap went across Kakashi's face.

The boy with the scarlet palm print on the floor of his face was not up to worries about his father, he tried to catch up with the culprit of his condition. And at first it was even successful, but Sora studiously avoided his partner.

The morning run ended with two clowns with palm prints burning on the floor of their faces eating yesterday's breakfast. Both cleaned themselves up so that the view was acceptable for the school. Adults can accept a lot, but children not only react more beautifully, but they are much worse. If they don't like something, they will say it right in the forehead, as if it is necessary. Unrestrained behavior often becomes a problem for "special" children, a problem that you either ignore or stop at the very beginning.

With regard to clothing, neither one nor the other were selective. The only important thing was that light colors are unacceptable for them, you can work with the rest. Having gathered at the exit, both looked at each other to make a final conclusion.

- Do you even change your clothes at all? Otherwise, if I don't see you, you're going to school in the same thing... - Iguru noticed that not all the characters in their anime have taken over the logic of the world. Only individuals like Kakashi wore the same clothes on a regular basis, only occasionally changing them.

- It's more convenient, and you always wear different things. And if something gets dirty, you can't replace it. I have several such kits.

Hatake's answer had an unusual logic, which Sora immediately decided to break. Still, he does not always manage to catch a friend by surprise. But the fantasy that the boy in front of him does not understand simple things at all and can buy some terrible outfit that will then bother his eyes for a long time. In order not to risk it, he had to remain silent. It's better to let him wear the same style than stick his nose into the unknown.

"Did you say something?" Sora answered anyway, which surprised Kakashi himself. For the first time, he is ignored as well as he is the others. But the boy was not at a loss.

- What are you talking about?

The two guys were standing opposite each other with a silly expression on their faces. Iguru was the first to surrender. Pulling the mask over his face, he left the house. He was immediately followed by Hatake, who stopped for a moment to activate the seals of the clan in case of penetration of undesirable personalities. Many spies want to get the knowledge of the once great Hatake clan, which left behind two gray-haired geniuses. And their own allies are not averse to reading the library of this clan, so it was impossible to do without defensive methods.

The guys stood out from other people. Both are wearing masks, a piercing mature look that cannot be obtained without proper thoughts and experience.

The first one was wearing a light dark blue blouse that covered the upper half of mustard shorts. On his feet were black Shinobi sandals. The boy's favorite scarf stayed at home, waiting for its owner, who will go to training after school.

The second one was wearing a blue T-shirt, which stood out with the help of a white whirlpool pattern on the back. The bottom was decorated with black shorts made of thick cotton fabric without pockets in the usual places. One gacha was longer than the other, this was done specifically so that shurikens and other auxiliary means could be stored in it. On his feet were the same shoes as Kakashi.

In a couple of dozen minutes they reached the Shinobi Academy, where students from five to twelve years old were already flocking. They didn't meet anyone they knew, so they just went inside.

Hiding in the building from the strong wind, which raged in earnest this morning, they went to their offices. But Sora decided to say hello to his friend's classmates first. It was possible to tease Obito, who was a real angel compared to the first impression of him. But the most interesting thing for the guy among all the students was Rin, whose abilities were hidden. She knew and knew how to use ireninjutsu at a good level, which was not enough to perform on the front line in a team with Hatake.

Both entered the classroom 1-1, where half of the class was already located. Rin was here too, but Obito was missing somewhere, as usual. His trait of helping everyone by being late for something was funny, and Sora took it for granted. After greeting the brow-browed man and several other acquaintances, he went to the girl.

- Hi, why are you sitting here alone? - Iguru sat down next to her. Hatake sat behind the couple to hear what was being discussed.

- Good morning, Sora, Kakashi... - she greeted back.

- Yeah... the unsociable boy groaned, hiding his face behind his hands, which served as a pillow for him.

- You have just arrived, and your friends are staying somewhere.

- No, it won't work that way. You have to drag this late Obito with you to school. And then you sit here alone, and you can die of boredom.

- And Kakashi? Rin asked, glancing at the guy lying on the desk. He didn't even react in any way.

"What about him?" He's already dead, you see, even his hair is gray. I'm telling you for sure, he's a corpse..." he approached the girl's ear and spoke with an exciting intonation so that Hatake could hear him clearly.

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