Chapter 1: Prep Talk (Six Years Old, Closer To Seven)

PRESENT:

Konoha Year 56, Eleventh month, second week.

(Third Person PoV)

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Needless to say, everyone in the Leaf Village now knew what his decision was.

He chose the second choice. Where only his son would have to bear with his failure. He thought that if they were both there for each other, things would be easier.

The decision he took made perfect sense at the time. He thought that Kakashi would love to have his father around, despite his failure. He thought that Kakashi wanted him to be around, if only to have one of his parents alive and well.

He thought that his comrades would be a tab bit more compassionate and stand by his side when everyone called him a traitor. He thought that Omojori would be glad — ecstatic even — to be given the chance to watch his daughter grow up.

How wrong he was.

His son immediately shut down when he learned of the terrible mistake his father had made. And suddenly, his hero was no longer his father. His comrades, instead of thanking him profusely for saving their lives, blamed him for the many lives that have lost. His Hokage told him to take a break, but Sakumo knew that it was just an excuse to pull him out of the Shinobi world.

The failed mission given to him has been passed onto Danzō who had already ordered his mens to depart.

Months has past since that mission,

Sakumo had taken a break from the Shinobi world, he no longer trained and as a result his skills had tarnished.

So here, Sakumo was, somewhere in the village, he was walking around as committing suicide and how failure he was haunted his mind.

He stopped wandering as he felt somebody bumped into him. Sakumo turned around to see a a kid with dirty-blond hair tied in a low pony-tail.

"I apologize for bumping into you." Said the kid as he bowed down.

"No, no, it's fine. I should be the one apologizing."

Sakumo wondered if his apologies was referring to how he made the kid bumped into him or his failure for failing the mission.

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(Third Person PoV) [Ending..]

[Inserting Tobias' First Person PoV]

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'System, prepare a prep talk that will make sure that Sakumo survives. And with Sakumo's survival my survival rate will increase!'

[Why the fuck should I?]

'Just fucking do it!'

I smirked as I decided to proceed on my plan of heart-to-heart conversation with Sakumo.

[More like Secret Interrogation.]

'Have you finished preparing the prep talk I ordered for you to make?!'

I sneered at the System before clearing it off from my face and cleared my throat. Catching up Sakumo's trail, I greeted him.

"Hello, Sakumo-san!" A smile bloomed on my face.

"I'm sorry do I know you?"

"Nope," I said emphasizing the 'p' sound, "But I do! You're the legendary White Fang!"

Sakumo let out a mirthless laugh, "I'm afraid I don't deserve such honorable title anymore."

"Hmm, why so?" I hope his depression and misery got through his thick skull and will unknowingly blab his problems to me.

"I failed the village. I failed a mission that has taken a lot of our mens life."

"What happened?" I fakely asked. I already knew the reason why this guy is miserable but the manga nor the anime didn't portrayed the details of his mission.

"I'm afraid it may take a long time to tell you what happened."

"Well, we got a long day ahead of us."

And with that we have a long conversation or more like Sakumo having a long explaination. He also mentioned on how he wanted to commit suicide because of how a disgrace he was.

While I listened to every single detail that came out from Sakumo's mouth. The System brat was given a limited but long hours to make a prep talk.

Bur seriously, this guy is lucky to have known the reason why both civilians and Shinobi's alike are cursing him behind his back. Heck even Naruto, the main unborn protagonist, held on for the last twelve years of his life.

And the difference between them is that Sakumo's mentality is lower than Naruto.

Sigh, 'System are you done now?'

[Almost.]

This is fucking troublesome. If this fucker still planned on proceeding to commit suicide, might as well have him take a labor job for me.

Sakumo finished his story, ending it with a sigh.

'Finally!' I thought as I saw the message scrip in front of me.

"You mentioned a son, right?" I read the scrip, looking at Sakumo's eyes but kept on glancing at the hologram screen from time to time.

Sakumo nodded as I asked, "When's your son's birthday, may I ask?"

What the fuck does Kakashi's birthday have somethin' to do with the prep talk?

"September fifteen,"

"Then go commit suicide." I blurted out as he stared at me.

"So you als-" I didn't let his sentence finished. As said exactly as the scrip to cut off his sentence.

"Go commit suicide as an advance birthday gift to your son. All I could see in the future is your son being a stuck up in the ass, selfish and bastard all because your death. And because of your death it made him realize that following the Shinobi rules must always take priority," I paused, "And since 'never fail a mission' or what shit it is, is part of the rules. Your son would gladly abandon his comrades for  the sake of a mission," Gotta admit, this is impressive, "So go and commit suicide and give it to your son as a late brithday present. And you know what, you are a fucking disgrace to your dead comrades who sacrifice their life for you because they'd know that you would make a fine Shinobi..." 

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"From what you had said earlier that one of your teammates at your previous failed mission. I am sure that once that ungrateful piece of ship's daughter and mother knew what happened they would knock on your door thanking you for saving their father and husband..."

"... That's also the same as the other piece of shit teammates of yours."

'System, are you sure that this scrip of yours a hundred percent guarantee that this guy will live?'

[You asked for it, you got it.]

'Aughhh— fuck you!'

[Wait you forgot to do the last part of the scrip!]

Ah, fuck it!

"Bye you ungrateful piece of shite." I followed as what the scrip had said and shunshin'd away.

'What the fuck was that!' I asked the System.

[You wanted a prep talk, I gave you one.]

'It's more like a prep talk that is guarantee to make his suicide happened!' I sighed.

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