The way under the protection of Wisteria

      The middle of winter in Japan turned out to be too harsh. The temperature dropped sharply to -5, and the roads became slippery. Because of the snow, visibility has decreased and it has become dangerous to travel by transport.       Along the road, a student of the 5th grade of a junior school was climbing a small slope. A thin dark green cap covered his dark-haired head. A heavy-looking backpack, a light gray windbreaker that did not save from the cold, and under it the uniform of the school where he studies. The only thoughts in the head of a 10-year–old boy named Michisato are to come home as soon as possible and realize that the door is locked with two locks. If the door is completely closed, it means that he will be left to himself until nightfall, otherwise he will have to endure bullying, and what's worse, from two people of age, whom even the tongue will not turn to call "parents". Every day was a real torture, some breakfast, just to fill the stomach, swearing because of being late for school, which is not really there, interrogation and harassment because of imperfect grades. Dinner, if you're lucky, and drunken scandals until one o'clock in the morning, in which Michi often fell under the hot hand. "And if they stayed at home today?" - from this thought, the little body was seized with the usual fear, because recently the parents returned only at night and were so drunk that they just went to bed, this has been going on since the beginning of the New Year holidays.       From the boy's thoughts, the little girl's light crown was pulled out. He looks a couple of years younger than Michi himself. The girl was wearing a puffy down jacket, which hindered movement and stood near the roadway that was on the right side and waved to her girlfriend. I looked to the right – no one, to the left – also no one, I began to quickly run across the road looking to the right. Around the corner, I heard the sound of tires rubbing on the asphalt, and the horn of a car. A passenger car flies around the corner at great speed. The car skids, the driver barely manages to control, but he notices late that he is rushing straight at the girl. The whitish head turns to the left and barely looks around, the car shakes in different directions on a slippery road and it was impossible to predict the safe direction, and it is not possible for such a small clumsy creature to escape quickly. There is no time to think, we need to do something and the only right choice for Michisato seemed to quickly pick up the girl and run across the road to the end. The eyes are afraid, and the body is already rushing to an extremely dangerous roadway, a second and a hand is already grabbing the girl. Second, they are already running away to the sidewalk, but the asphalt seems too slippery now. A moment before the fall, the hands manage to push the little girl, frozen with fear.       Sideways impact on the asphalt, the headlights of the former Honda dazzle my eyes.

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      Konohagakure no sato. Winter turned out to be warm this year, despite the fact that everything was covered with a white blanket. The snow crunched reassuringly underfoot and weather forecasts promised warming soon. Shinobi slowly, reading a book, goes to the nearest grocery store after the end of the mission. He is dressed in uniform, but in a winter version with insulated shoes, and his face is hidden by a scarf and mask. Team number 7 finally broke up a little over a year ago, when Naruto went on a trip with Jiraiya, and Sakura began to study medical techniques with Godaime. Kakashi was left alone again. Tsunade didn't come up with anything better than giving the elite jonin single missions of A and S rank, and there was no point in approving a new team of genins under Kakashi's responsibility, especially since he himself wouldn't be thrilled.       Kakashi Hatake was walking through a quiet neighborhood, but as if by a click, intuition ordered him to stop. The silence was broken by the rising wind and a sharp burst of strange energy, it seems there was even a flash around the corner. Jonin automatically hid his chakra and was already getting closer to his destination, when a kid drove across the ground from there, as if from a blow, and crashed his back into the fence, collecting all the snow and mud. Kakashi tried to look around, but apart from this boy, there was no one else around.       – Yo, guy, are you okay? – the man asked, approaching the fence.       – What happened? – Michi had no doubt that he had hit his head hard, that his hat had already fallen off, but he definitely did not feel the impact on the car, – Where am I? I'm... I'm-       – Wait, wait, let's go in order, you were beaten by someone or ... – Kakashi squatted down next to the boy and realized that he did not feel his presence at all. The situation was strange, a flash of chakra, a kid who apparently hides his chakra, you don't even need to be a genie to guess that something is not clean.       — Well... I saved a girl from under a car, but I almost fell under it myself, and now I'm here, where am I? Michi repeated the question, this extremely strange stranger with a completely covered face absolutely did not inspire confidence, and the boy continued to examine him.       – What kind of car? – Kakashi slightly raised an eyebrow, there are no factories nearby where it was possible to get into the mechanisms, – you are in a Hidden Leaf.       – The Honda is white, and the Hidden Leaf... is this the area? By the way, Uncle, why are you dressed so strangely? Is fashion new? – Michisato was sitting on a handful of snow and trying to shake himself off, calculating how much he would get for soiled clothes.       Shinobi this whole scene seemed more and more strange, but this kid definitely can't be left walking around the village, by all criteria he looked like a spy under the henge, but with very poor acting abilities, since he carries such nonsense. Without thinking for a second more, Kakashi grabbed Michi by the forearm and was about to drag him to the hokage building, but then a quiet cry was heard.       – Stop! What are you doing?! – it was not so important to the boy where he was being dragged, as the fact that there were fresh bruises from the would-be father in that place for another trifle, – Wait!       – Shut up, – Kakashi only tightened his grip and continued walking towards the hokage building, simultaneously looking for the police.       – Please! Can I at least change my arm? Please! – Michi's body was already starting to tremble from the pain and it was hard for Kakashi not to notice. They continued walking towards the building and the boy still managed to beg to take his other hand. Taking futile attempts to wipe off the sand stuck to his wet clothes, Michi simultaneously tried to find out at least something about his location.       – Where are we going? – there was no response.       – Is this some kind of suburb? – silence again.       – Can you at least tell me how I can address you, dude?       – Hatake Kakashi, with such manners you will only get worse, kid. Where's all your politeness?       – He really didn't understand what he said wrong.       – Forget it, – Kakashi slightly quickened his pace when they reached a busier street. The boy lagged behind a little, looking at everything around and finally noticed a rock with 5 people's faces: "Is this Rushmore? Am I in the USA? Then why is everyone speaking Japanese? Although there are five faces, and this city does not pull on the States, rather a huge village from the nineties or earlier ..." - the head began to ache again as soon as a terrifying thought slipped through.       – Hey! Kakashi-san! What year is it now?! Michi looked at Kakashi, who barely turned to him.       – The 65th... since the os-       – How's the 65th?! Is this not the year of the board??? Am I in 1965? – cold sweat drenched his whole body, the prospect of getting into the past clearly did not suit him.       – The 65th year since the founding of Konohagakure no sato, - Kakashi looked at him irritably, he would like to get to Godaime as soon as possible and transfer all responsibility for this spy to her.       They were silent the rest of the way to the building, Kakashi took his backpack from him and tried to find confirmation of his theory, and Michisato tried to process all the information he heard. It turned out to be a real fashion, to wear unusual military vests and wear strange bandages with a curl on the forehead, half of the passers-by were dressed almost the same, and the other part in the usual way, more precisely, in the old way. Some passersby in these strange clothes nodded to Kakashi-san, some looked with interest at Michi. From some looks, it began to seem that he was dressed incorrectly here.