Hatake Kenjutsu

As Kakashi made his way back home, he stopped by the bladesmith's shop to retrieve his repaired chakra blade. Holding his trusted weapon once again, gave him a sense of reassurance and familiarity.

Especially since this is one of the only things that reminds him of his father the most. Securing the chakra blade on his back again, Kakashi resumed his journey home.

As Kakashi entered his home, he slipped off his shoes, embracing the familiar comfort of his own space. His gaze wandered towards the fridge, contemplating his next meal.

With a slight smile, he mused aloud, 'What should I make for dinner today? Perhaps something simple, as I still have training to do.'

Opening the fridge, Kakashi surveyed its contents, his mind whirring with culinary possibilities. He sought a balance between nourishment and efficiency, mindful of his training regimen. After a moment of consideration, he decided on a nourishing yet straightforward option.

As he's eating his meal, his eyes scanned the meticulously written instructions on the scrolls his father left behind, Kakashi felt an even greater surge of admiration towards his father.

The scroll, a precious inheritance, contained the knowledge he needed to complete the second part, a part that had eluded him until now. It was a gift that would enable him to fully master the Hatake Kenjutsu.

In the quiet confines of his home, Kakashi delved into the intricacies of the scroll. Not only the physical movements of the techniques but also the wisdom and experience passed down through generations.

As he absorbed the teachings, his own understanding deepened, his skillset expanding with each passing moment.

As Kakashi stood up and went out to his yard to train he said, 'I think it's time for actual training right now. Let me see how difficult it is to master this jutsu.'

Kakashi had been training for the entire day and time seemed to lose its hold as Kakashi immersed himself in the art of the Hatake Kenjutsu.

With each step, slash, and parry, he felt the essence of his father's presence guiding him, infusing his movements with the legacy of their lineage.

'Sigh, it seems that father was a true kenjutsu master. It seems that this jutsu can only truly shine in someone with a great aptitude for kenjutsu', Kakashi mumbled.

However through persistence and unwavering determination, Kakashi neared the completion of the second part of the jutsu.

As Kakashi's mastery of the Hatake Kenjutsu drew closer, he couldn't help but reflect on the significance of this art. While he recognized its magnificence, he also acknowledged that it might not become the cornerstone of his arsenal.

Instead, it held a deeper purpose—a way to honor his father's memory and preserve his clan's hidden art.

You could hear the exhausted Kakashi saying, 'This truly deserves its name as the jutsu my father made himself known with on the battlefield.'

'However I don't think it'll be the foundation of my arsenal. I think it's more like honoring my father's memory and my clan's hidden art.'

'I should find myself sparring with another to refine my skills. After all, skills are only able to be honed during battle.'