A secluded tavern on the commercial street.

Shuo Mao and Xi, who had just come to drink in the afternoon, lit the table full of wine.

They drank until the evening before the two were a little drunk.

"Xi, are you doing well with Yunyin?"

Xi stared at the wine glass and smiled freely: "I have seen through whether it is good or not..."

"But you, I originally thought you could be the next Hokage."

"Me? Naruto?" Shuomo clinked his glasses and then continued this sentence: "There is too little military achievements and contributions to Konoha, so it is impossible..."

"What's more, Shen was attracted to the third generation of adults when he was very young."

After drinking, Xitian looked at him with curiosity: "Koye Death? It's not unfair to lose to him."

"Death God? Is it about the Iron Hidden Village?" Shuo Mao shook his head and said something about his childhood.

"He is indeed a god of death when dealing with foreign enemies..."

"But in Konoha, he will always be the one, a naughty and troublemaker all day long."

After listening to this past, Xi raised his glass alone and drank wine.

He slowed down, his tone with a little admiration: "You Konoha's relaxed atmosphere seems to be thanks to him."

Shuomao smiled and said nothing.

Most villagers actually knew this a long time ago.

Xi, who silently lowered his head to drink, suddenly remembered something: "Baiya, don't you..."

Seeing that he was confused and still looked like he was pointing, Shuo Mao didn't know what the other party wanted to do.

"Give up, I won't reveal information to the enemy."

"Enemy?" Xi, who was full of displeasure, poured a large bottle of wine and looked sad: "The first sentence I just met was said to be an old friend..."

"Baiya, no wonder your son always stared at his eyes when he was having dinner."

"So..." He shook his head and sighed: "It was learned from your selfless father."

"What a selfless face?" Shuomao was unhappy when he heard this: "I should have stabbed the knife back then."

"Hahaha..." Xi laughed unrestrainedly: "So you have changed, but it seems that you have not changed."

Shuomao, who raised the bottle of wine, heard this comment and drank it down.

After having a full bottle, he remembered the other party just now and gave his son a comment like himself: "Kakashi, do you really look like me?"

"It's not like it, it's just carved from the same mold..." Xi grinned: "On the surface, it's a thousand miles away, but in fact it's very delicate inside."

"Delicate?" Shuo Mao understood what the other party meant.

Kakashi, who lacked fatherly love since childhood, wanted to chase after his back, but was actually expressing his emotions.

Recently, he has been troubled by the father-son way of getting along, and understands how to get along with his son.

Seeing his expression, I knew that this old friend was also worried about how to teach his children, just like him.

"White-Take, what do you think of Chirabi?"

Upon hearing this, Shuo Mao thought seriously for a moment: "Some introverts, and some...shy?"

"Is it because of your relationship..."

Xi, who was focused on the key points, directly admitted it: "This child grew up in criticism."

"Oh..." Shuomao raised the wine bottle: "It's not easy."

"yes."

As fathers, the two of them drank until half past eleven before walking back.

The next morning.

After waking up, Xi found out that his son Qirabi had left him a note.

"Friend..." He suddenly felt a little lucky, and took Shuomao out to drink yesterday.

...

Konoha drill field.

When Kirabi came here, she saw her newly-made friend Kakashi arguing with a little boy wearing goggles.

"Haki Kakashi, right?" The boy curled his lips: "I, Uchiha Obito, remember you!"

He left this sentence and rushed out in anger.

Kakashi, who was wearing a mask and couldn't see his expression, didn't care about this matter.

Chirabi shrugged and came to him: "You really want to compete with me?"

Kakashi, who was only four years old, pulled out the short knife hanging from behind: "My father often says that your father has excellent sword skills."

"Okay." Qirabi, who pulled out a knife, agreed to his friend's request.

As for whether the other party treats him as a friend or not, it is not important to him not having a good growth environment.

...

Sitting outside the training ground, Little Obito pouted his little mouth, and he was very unhappy.

"Isn't it just that Shuriken misses it? It's necessary to look down on people so much..."

Just now, he was practicing shuriken and accidentally wiped a few of Kakashi's hair.

He swears that he will never forget that black face and that cold snorkeling in his life.

"I apologize to him with kindness, but I'm so reluctant..."

He stood up and didn't care about the showdown on the field.

"Kakashi, that's just annoying!"

Four-year-old Obito topped the list of his most hated people, someone who had persecuted him since childhood, and got second place.

If Shin, who is the second-place in the list, would definitely give the same sigh as Nishinoji and at the Ninja School back then.

The so-called bond is a little bit by bit under such a small matter.

When he returned home, Obito immediately took out his diary.

As for the content, you can roughly refer to the rope tree.

Kakashi, who was promoted to the top, failed to get Kirabi to use her second knife until noon.

"Friends, don't be discouraged, you will definitely be able to do it next time~"

After he made the classic gesture, Kakashi went home with a dark face.

Chirabi was not disappointed, and even thought that his improvisational rap must have helped the other party.

Kakashi, who was walking on the way home, actually recognized this friend.

However, since he was a child, he had been used to hiding everything in his heart and not saying it out.

He thinks it makes sense that the strong only make friends with the strong.

...

Naruto Office.

The third generation of Naruto, who was pinching his eyebrows tightly, had an old problem of headaches again.

The reason is that the location of the new examination room is selected and there is no surveillance camera for live broadcasts.

So, Shen roughly measured the range and gave budget statements ranging from one billion to five billion.

Low-end version can only cover the approximate range.

Top version, covered with full map area, and close-ups of multiple angles.

For the sake of live broadcast effect, he gritted his teeth and directly approved the top-notch player.

"Master Naruto." Qing, who was climbing through the window, held a thick stack of documents on his phone: "This is the latest budget report."

"Recently?" The third generation of Naruto leaned on the back of the chair: "I just finished reading one!"

Qing still had no feelings when she spoke: "This is the base station budget for live broadcast lines..."

"He said that for the audience's experience, a special base station must be set up."

"Speak a number and let me give up."

After reversing the documents, she submitted a budget: "500 million to 2 billion."

The third generation of Naruto, who had a blue face, replied without saying a word.
Chapter completed!