This story, is for my grandfather, in Naruto version, with me as kid Kakashi, Kakashi's brothers as my guy cousins, his sister as my only girl cousin and my grandfather as Sakumo Hatake (my grandfather did nothing as great as Sakumo did but...still, and I know Kakashi doesn't have siblings, but it's just a fanfic after all) None of these events actually happened in real life
Kid Kakashi's POV
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Me, my mom, my brothers and sister went to visit my dad's memorial stone, as it was his 1st death anniversary. It was even raining that day, but, we didn't mind. My sister, my brother and especially my mother cried their hearts out, while I showed no emotion. In fact, I was the only shinobi left in the family, my brothers and sister wanted to be shinobi at first, but since then, they were afraid they might reach the same fate as dad did .We were standing there for nearly an hour now, and our legs were getting tired, the rain started to clear up and the heat started drying up our wet skin. Wataru, my oldest brother spoke up, saying
"We should go home now, let's go" and we all followed, except for mom. She was staying there as if she was trying to remember something, and she was still crying. I went back to comfort her, but she still kept crying, and my siblings didn't even mind to look back
"Mom, it's gonna be ok. What's in the past is in the past, remember?" I said, trying to comfort her
"You're father...he's...he's just like you" she mumbled
"What do you mean?"
"When my father died, before you and you're siblings were born, he comforted me, but my other siblings didn't even care, and he said just as what you said. Kakashi, you may be the youngest, but you deserve your father's birthright"
"Birthright? What birthright?"
"The birthright...of becoming a great shinobi. Your father also once said ,'The next generation will always surpass the next one'"
Those words struck me like a lightning bolt. Mom never spoke to me like this before
"Here" my mom said as she handed me a small sword
"What's this?" I asked as I took the small thing out of its case
"It was your father's. As I said, you deserve his birthright"
"...Thanks" and then I hugged her, and we walked home