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If it were anyone else, the Anbu ninja would have taught them a harsh lesson.
At the sa ti, he regretted his choice of mask when he first joined the Anbu. Why had he been so foolish as to pick this one? Even a different animal would have been better.
A dog mask—what an awful way to describe it.
Especially when dealing with soone like Naruto, whose emotional intelligence was practically zero.
Naruto didn’t care whether his words might hurt soone’s feelings. If a thought crossed his mind, he’d blurt it out without hesitation.
Even if it stabbed straight through your heart, you couldn’t just punch him to vent your frustration.
Glaring fiercely at Naruto, the Anbu ninja quickly left.
Fine, I can’t beat you up, but I can at least glare at you.
Naruto, who had just been glared at twice, scratched his head in confusion.
"Why did that dog-mask guy at the door glare at ?"
"..."
He’s being rciful just by not hitting you...
Thankfully, you’re the Nine-Tails’ jinchūriki, your father was the Fourth Hokage, and your mother was once a fear figured.
If it were anyone else, they’d have been beaten black and blue by now.
Naruto’s emotional intelligence as a child was truly abysmal.
After receiving the summons, Kakashi arrived at the Hokage’s office building and knocked on the door.
"Co in."
With permission granted, Kakashi entered and was slightly surprised to see Naruto lounging idly inside.
Shifting his gaze away, Kakashi stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
"Sir, you called for ?"
"You know his father’s technique, right?"
Kazuki pointed at Naruto.
Kakashi paused, then frowned.
"Are you referring to the Rasengan?"
"Yes, the Rasengan. Take this kid with you and teach him how to use it."
Kazuki gestured toward Naruto, who was eyeing Kakashi curiously.
Hearing this, Kakashi’s face fell imdiately.
"Sir, are you trying to make things difficult for ?"
Ever since Obito’s identity had been confird, Kakashi had gradually erged from the shadows of his past.
Now free from his psychological burdens, he had begun paying attention to his late teacher’s son.
But after observing him, Kakashi could only sigh in frustration.
How could soone as strong as Minato have a son this weak?
And this was after Jiraiya’s training!
Without Jiraiya’s guidance, Naruto would have been even worse.
But that wasn’t the biggest issue.
The real problem was that while Kakashi knew the Rasengan, his version was purely for show—completely impractical in real combat.
Teaching it to Naruto?
How was he supposed to do that?
"I don’t wanna learn any stupid Rasengan! I want the sa training as Sasuke!!!"
Before Kakashi could even voice his concerns, Naruto was already protesting.
What’s this Rasengan thing? Never even heard of it!
Even if my dad knew it, I don’t care—I want the sa training as Sasuke!!
Thwack!
A scroll smacked Naruto squarely on the head.
Kazuki narrowed his eyes in warning.
"Kid, you’d better behave before I lose my temper. Otherwise, I’ll beat you so badly even your godfather won’t recognize you."
Don’t think your special status ans I won’t discipline you.
A little mischief was tolerable, but outright defiance wouldn’t be ignored.
Kazuki had no patience for stubborn brats who refused to listen.
"Kakashi, take him back to your place first. Then, go to Orochimaru’s underground lab and retrieve a training video of Sasuke for him to watch."
Since he wants the sa training as Sasuke, let him see exactly what that entails.
"Understood, Lord Advisor."
Ignoring Naruto’s protests, Kakashi grabbed him by the collar and hauled him out.
He knew that if Naruto kept pushing his luck, things would end badly.
If Kazuki truly lost his temper, he wouldn’t care who Naruto’s parents were—or that he was a jinchūriki.
"Stay put, brat."
After dumping Naruto at ho, Kakashi imdiately headed for Orochimaru’s lab.
Upon arriving, he explained his mission—retrieving Sasuke’s training footage under Kazuki’s orders.
"Oh? A training video?"
Orochimaru smirked in amusent.
"I’ll make a copy for you. But tell , Kakashi... how does that eye of yours feel these days?"
"Thank you for your concern, Lord Orochimaru. It’s functioning well."
If possible, Kakashi would have avoided interacting with Orochimaru altogether.
But Kazuki’s orders were absolute.
Otherwise, he would never have set foot in that lab again—not after the unpleasant mories associated with it.
"Is that so?"
Sensing Kakashi’s discomfort, Orochimaru didn’t press further and soon handed him the copied footage.
Kakashi took it and left without delay, unwilling to spend even a second longer than necessary in Orochimaru’s domain.
The video only showed Sasuke’s battles against two prisoners—none of the subsequent dical procedures were included.
Even if such footage existed, Orochimaru wouldn’t have shared it.
Rushing back ho, Kakashi feared Naruto might have already caused trouble in his absence.
Among Konoha’s younger generation, Naruto was undisputedly the most troubleso.
Other troublemakers could at least be disciplined easily, but Naruto’s unique status made most people hesitant to lay a hand on him.
"Hurry up and show ! I wanna see what kind of training Sasuke went through!"
Hmph! If he can do it, so can I!
Sasuke’s just my old rival—whatever he can handle, I, Uzumaki Naruto, can too!
I just hope there’s nothing too graphic in this... Kakashi muttered to himself as he inserted the tape into an old-fashioned player and forced Naruto to sit in front of the bulky TV.
"What the heck?!"
The video opened with Sasuke standing in a vast underground chamber, dimly lit, facing two prisoners in ragged uniforms.
Oh no...
Kakashi imdiately realized what was coming.
Naruto, however, just scoffed at the opening scene.
This is the so-called ’special training’? Seriously?
"Hey, are those guys wearing prisoner clothes?"
Are you really this clueless, or just pretending?
Didn’t they teach you this stuff at the academy?
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