Chapter 182: Have the Same Sharingan
In the Hokage's office, Shikaku Nara sat across from Kakashi, with his son Shikamaru standing beside him. Shikaku frowned as he spoke, the weight of the situation evident in his voice.
"Hokage-sama, you're being a bit too aggressive," Shikaku said hesitantly, holding a document in his hand. "Are you sure you want to handle things this way?"
Kakashi's voice was calm and resolute. "The village and the ninja need to try making some changes."
"If we want to change... we need to start by retiring some of them."
Shikaku was silent for a moment, contemplating Kakashi's words. He understood what Kakashi was aiming for, but even with his experience and intellect, he couldn't fully grasp whether this move would be good or bad for the future of the ninja.
"I see," he finally said, nodding slowly. "If that's what you want to do."
Yet, despite his reservations, he couldn't help but feel compelled to give it a try.
Shikamaru looked up at his father, sensing the gravity of the conversation. He understood the implications, but as a young man still growing into his responsibilities, he found it difficult to fully comprehend the weight of these decisions.
Kakashi didn't say anything further. His gaze shifted to a photograph on the corner of his desk—a snapshot from another time. The image showed a gentle, blond man surrounded by his teammates: Kakashi himself, his deadpan expression as familiar as ever; a short-haired girl with two purple markings on her face; and a black-haired boy wearing goggles.