The two fought fiercely, while Kakashi remained motionless by the side.
Because he could see that the two of them seemed to be fighting purely for sport, without any intention of taking each other's lives.
But after fighting for a while, Yata's strength inexplicably waned. Taking advantage of this, Fushimi Saruhiko threw another small knife straight toward Yata's shoulder, only for it to be caught by someone at the very moment it was about to strike.
Kakashi stood in front of Yata, blocking Fushimi Saruhiko's line of sight.
"Oh, you want to save beauty?" Fushimi Saruhiko flicked his hand, throwing out four small knives that rushed toward Kakashi.
Kakashi frowned; he probably knew why Yata called this traitor, because this person possessed a power similar to Yata's, along with another entirely different power.
"That's enough, Fushimi!" A girl also wearing a blue uniform appeared and stopped Fushimi Saruhiko's actions.
“Hello, Yata, subordinate of the Red King!” The girl in the blue uniform revealed Yata's identity the moment she spoke, “and this mysterious gentleman.”
She looked at Kakashi with a hint of confusion in her eyes, seemingly wondering where such a visibly powerful person had appeared from, why she had never heard of him before.
"Oh, so it's the Ice Queen, Tamaki Seri." Yata walked out from behind Kakashi, snorting with a chuckle.
"That nickname.." Tamaki Seri's mouth twitched, she muttered a low curse at some smoking bar owner before continuing to speak.
This is a school, after all, students are constantly coming and going. Fighting here would create a bad impression," Tamaki Seri suggested. "Why don't you and Fushimi Saruhiko settle this the next time you meet?
"Why should I listen to you!" Yata remained unmoved.
“Your King.” Tamaki Seri organized her words, trying to make her emotions less obvious. “He sleeps in our beds, picks our food, won't even eat red bean paste!”
As soon as these words were spoken, Fushimi Saruhiko's gaze changed; their Vice President's sense of taste was different from ordinary people, the red bean paste he made—well, one couldn't say it was delicious, only that it wouldn't kill you.
“Suoh-san..” Yata stammered, “That's definitely because your red bean paste is terrible!”
This sentence earned Tamaki Seri a fierce glare.
He didn't realize that he had accidentally revealed the truth.
“Our King gave his food to him.”
"I hope you can take the Red King back as soon as possible." Tamaki Seri's voice sounded as if she were gritting her teeth.
Naturally, Yata could not understand the deep meaning behind the other party's words.
But since the other party had brought up their King, this struggle could not be fought anymore.
Yata watched the Blue Clan depart, then turned to see Kakashi looking thoughtful. "What are you thinking about?"
“I'm wondering if they came here for the same reason as you.”
It's possible," Yata thought. "After all, this involves the important clans of the Kings.
Especially the identity of Totsuka Tadayoshi is incredibly important to both the Red King and his clan, if Totsuka were to truly die from the white-haired youth's gunshot.
Kakashi fell silent for a moment, then slowly voiced his doubt, "By the way, you've been talking for a long time, but what exactly is a King?
Although he had heard this term yesterday, he hadn't been too preoccupied with movies and TV shows to ask; however, hearing it again repeatedly today made it impossible for him not to have such doubts.
Moreover, compared to the more composed Kusunoki and Totsuka Tadayoshi who remained in the cafe, the Yata in front of him was clearly much easier to extract information from.
“Ah, you don't know?” Yata was also surprised. In his eyes, Kakashi was so strong that he would definitely know about the King.
"Perhaps I used to live in the countryside, so I haven't heard about the King," Kakashi explained calmly.
“Oh, I see.” Just as Kakashi had thought, Yata easily accepted this explanation.
"I can't explain it clearly either." Yata scratched her hair in frustration; in her view, this was all common knowledge, she really didn't know how to explain it.
In any case, the King is the one with immense strength who can summon the Sword of Damocles. We Hound Dogs are all members of the Red King's clan, while those two just now belong to the Blue King Mukaku Reiji's clan, some Ability Users without a King are known as Outsiders.
As he spoke, he thought of something else, his tone gradually became angry, "That monkey just now was originally supposed to be part of Suoh Mikoto's clan, but he actually defected to the Blue King's side!"
What was the Sword of Damocles, how were clans formed, why were there no Kings among the Outsiders? One question after another flashed through Kakashi's mind, but he looked at Yata and felt that the other likely didn't know the answers to these questions either.
So the two of them finally managed to search for the white-haired youth in peace, but unfortunately, they found no useful information and could only return empty-handed.
Totsuka Tadayoshi said nothing to the two who had returned empty-handed, merely comforting them that he was safe regardless and that they could take their time.
After being comforted, Yata rushed toward the food with a howl, saying he needed to replenish his energy.
Kakashi thought for a moment, then went upstairs to get his camera.
"What are you going to do next?" Totsuka Tadayoshi asked curiously, watching Kakashi wipe down his camera.
He thought he would hear about finding a job or helping someone with a photo shoot, something like that.
"To Uchiha Obito's fan meeting," Kakashi said indifferently.
Oh." Totsuka Tadayoshi nodded halfway through when he suddenly realized what he had just heard. "Huh?
The other people who heard this answer also looked at Kakashi with unmistakable surprise.
It was hard to imagine that the hobby of this young man before them, who seemed to be no longer a child, was actually attending male celebrity fan meetings.
Even if it were a fan meeting for a female idol, it wouldn't have surprised Totsuka Tadayoshi this much.
Next, the members of Hound Dog witnessed firsthand what a fanatic fan looked like.
This photographer named Skarsgard had brought all sorts of Uchiha Obito merchandise from outside.
All kinds of postcards and autographs, as well as Uchiha Obito life-size standees.
Totsuka Tadayoshi, who had wandered in while looking for someone, was stunned by the room full of merchandise for a long time.
Because of an accident, he lost all the merchandise he had collected before, Kakashi explained.
Now everyone in Hound Dog felt that the shooting incident Totsuka Tadayoshi encountered had absolutely nothing to do with this person. For Kikyo, spending time planning a shooting might be less worthwhile than attending an Uchiha Obito fan meeting.
Uchiha Izuna does not let any opportunity to make money slip away; this is the instinct of all the clans that survived the Sengoku Era—making money is the only truth.
So, money-making events like fan meetings are naturally better when there are more of them. This was already the third fan meeting organized by the production crew, although Uchiha Obito wasn't a character in the series, he attended almost every single one because of his outstanding contributions (constantly nitpicking).
He pressed his eye. It had been twitching for a few days now, today it was twitching even faster. Could there really be something wrong with it?
The importance of the eyes to the Uchiha Clan goes without saying, but for Uchiha Obito, this eye is even more significant. Uchiha Obito decided that as soon as he returned, he would find a doctor or an Ability User specializing in healing to examine his eye.
Hatake Kakashi was startled by the sight as soon as he arrived outside the meeting.
It wasn't because of the crowd, but because a massive life-sized standee of the protagonist, Hatake Kakashi, was standing right outside the door.
A crowd of people was chattering away, taking photos with the life-size standee, he even saw someone plant a kiss on it.
Ah, this..
It doesn't matter; they are kissing the Hatake Kakashi from the drama; what does it have to do with him and his photographer, Skarsgard?
He calmly bypassed the crowd at the entrance, utilizing the same movement skills he had used to snatch copies of Icha Paradise back in the day, managed to find an excellent vantage point among the many girls.
That's right, because the number of handsome men in this show was seriously over the limit, the fan meeting attracted a massive crowd of girls.
In the corner, Kakashi first spotted Uchiha Izuna. Although he had seen photos of him online, seeing him in person for the first time, he felt this person was definitely a member of the Uchiha Clan; he looked too much like Sasuke, looking exactly like a slimmer version of Sasuke.
Then, his gaze slowly shifted until it landed on Uchiha Obito, who was sitting beside him.
Without those terrifying scars covering half of his face, he looked like someone whose age was completely impossible to tell.
Kakashi's breath hitched; was this Obito's original appearance?
Uchiha Obito looked up and scanned the crowd below. Kakashi instinctively raised his camera as if to take a photo, covering his face, completely forgetting that he was wearing makeup.
This attempt to hide her face only served to draw Uchiha Obito's attention.
Generally speaking, there are many female fans carrying large cameras at fan meetings like this.
However, male fansite masters carrying cameras were much rarer.
Who says a guy can't have the heart of a young girl when it comes to chasing his idols? I should be understanding of him; Uchiha Obito, who has a high school girl living in his heart, thought to himself.
So he adjusted his posture, allowing the photographer to take better photos.
I am truly so considerate, Uchiha Obito thought happily, completely unaware that the other person hadn't taken a single photo.
When it came time for the signing session, he even waved over that photographer.
Kakashi walked over with a stiff body, Uchiha Obito couldn't help but laugh when he saw how awkwardly the other man was walking.
“Where should I sign?” He waited until the other person walked up to him, intentionally putting on a gentle and considerate expression as he asked.
Kakashi had already recovered. He pulled out the autograph book he had prepared long ago, secretly noting that he had taken special precautions to ensure that even if the other person didn't know his identity, they would never be able to recognize who he was.
"Here!" Kakashi had intended to be as concise as possible, but he hadn't expected to speak with such force, letting a hint of his true self slip out.
Uchiha Obito felt a pang of anxiety in his heart and grabbed the other's wrist. This voice—
"What's wrong, Obito-kun?" At this point, Kakashi was no longer nervous; after all, the worst-case scenario was nothing more than being recognized.
Being recognized by Uchiha Obito didn't sound like something that would be unacceptable.
Naturally, the sound of Kakashi relaxing didn't sound like him at all.
Could it be that he had misheard? Uchiha Obito carefully inspected the other's face; this face bore no resemblance to Kakashi's whatsoever. No matter how he looked at it, it was entirely the face of a stranger.
Could it be because everyone else came one after another—for example, the First Generation Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara, the Second Generation Senju Tobirama and Uchiha Izuna, Uzumaki Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke—and because they all came to see the people closest to them, that he also experienced the hallucination of thinking Kakashi could come?
No, his left eye was also twitching faster and faster; Uchiha Obito would not overlook such a detail.
But even someone as smart as him, when faced with something involving Kakashi, experienced a momentary mental short circuit; he grabbed the other's arm, momentarily at a loss for what to do next.
Uchiha Izuna, standing nearby, narrowed his eyes; there was something suspicious about these two!
Although he usually enjoyed screwing over Uchiha Obito—or rather, being at odds with each other was just an Uchiha tradition, Uchiha Obito had even backstabbed his brother—he still took every opportunity to mess with Uchiha Obito whenever he could.
However, having said that, he could also see that although Madara-kun had been tricked, he didn't seem particularly angry; he still treated Obito-kun like his own son. As an uncle, he felt that even if his nephew was a bit rebellious, they still had to stand united against outsiders.
Uchiha Izuna first gave Uchiha Obito a hard kick under the table to signal him to snap out of it; after all, the commotion had already attracted the attention of many people in the audience. If Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Nakajima Atsushi hadn't been strictly adhering to their duties by signing autographs, all eyes in the venue would likely have turned toward them.
Uchiha Obito naturally understood the implication and released his grip under Uchiha Izuna's kick, but his gaze remained fixed intently on her.
“This gentleman.” Uchiha Izuna cursed Uchiha Obito in his heart for being so spineless, but he had no choice but to smooth things over for him. "Obito thinks you have a good look; I wonder if you have any interest in entering the entertainment industry?"
If he weren't a top figure trained by the hundreds of clans during the Sengoku Era, he would have come up with a solution in an instant—one that would have explained why Uchiha Obito lost his composure while simultaneously preventing Kakashi from running away.
Right, the second part is about to start casting." Hearing those words, Uchiha Obito felt as if his meridians had been suddenly cleared. "I think there's a role here that suits you perfectly.
"What do you think of Hatake Kakashi?" Uchiha Obito spoke the name Hatake Kakashi slowly, one word at a time.
This kid, can the protagonist just be decided like that!
Beside him, Uchiha Izuna almost couldn't maintain his smile; if this weren't a meet-and-greet, he might have swung his blade straight at Uchiha Obito's face.
The lead actor is still over there signing autographs, you tell the audience below that Kakashi-sensei is going to be replaced in the second part; how do you expect the audience to feel then?