The way under the protection of Wisteria

      The interrogation room was located in a one-story annex to the hokage building, and thus Ibiki turned out to be a huge man under 2 meters tall, with terrible scars and a very unfriendly expression on his face. Everything inside screamed that this guy looked more like an enemy, and not Michisato himself. When they greeted Kakashi, they went to a separate room for a while, and a shinobi looked after Michi, whose face he did not even try to remember.       – Well, let's get started, – Morino Ibiki said with a grin.       Two hours later, Michi was drawing a phone and telling what he could do, and jonin and a couple of chunins were listening as if they were being told a bedtime story. Phones in this place were only stationary and not everyone had them, but rulers from different countries communicated with the help of birds.       – So, kid, don't mess with my head, Kakashi has already told me that this is a means of communication with your colleagues, – Ibiki lightly hit the table with his fist, but the chunins next to him shuddered in surprise, – tell everything you know about your country and family!       – Yes, I already told you, but you didn't believe me! – the boy copied the gesture of the elder in a playful manner and got up a little from his chair, – and it is not called the Land of Water, and even more so the Hidden Fog! I'm actually hearing these names for the first time!       – Oh, you... – everything indicated that Michi was not lying, it was very difficult to deceive a person like Ibiki, a professional in the psychology of human behavior, – then if you are not lying, prove it to me.       – Well... – he was confused, how can you prove something that no longer exists? But a thought flashed through my head, – oh, I was talking about school, we have textbooks, a lot of things are written there, the last time we had mathematics, social studies, natural science and music, I have notebooks and textbooks on all these subjects!       – Well, where are they? – Ibiki had little faith that the boy could prove something to him. – In a backpack, and the backpack is in Kakashi-san's apartment, you can ask him to bring any of these textbooks here-       – Kakashi is sleeping off now, – the interrogator interrupted, – it can wait until tomorrow, do you have anything else to tell me?       Michi took this as a challenge and continued to tell everything he knows, up to his hobbies and favorite music, the performers of which no one here, of course, knew, and one of the chunins even shed a tear on the story about the family, to which Ibiki only shouted: "Set aside!". Kakashi came only for the fourth hour of the interrogation. Sleepy, but clearly better than in the morning.       – Oh, Kakashi, did you get enough sleep? – Ibiki no longer accepted attempts to learn something useful from the boy, but simply listened to his nonsense and wondered when it would all end.       – Yo, yes, did you manage to find out something? – he did not pay attention to the child in the room, as if no one was sitting there at all, from this Michisato felt a little offended.       – No results yet, but if he comes tomorrow with some of his books, we'll know for sure, – Ibiki got up from his chair and came close to Kakashi, so that only he could hear his words, – and don't take your eyes off him.       – There is. Come on, kid, – Kakashi didn't even look at him and left the interrogation room.       – Ah! I'm coming! – Michi didn't want to spoil any relationship with the person he was going to live with.       They walked in complete silence through the village in the early evening, and the Hokage rock added greatness. It was very quiet along the street, even despite the constant conversations from all sides and the sellers calling to their shops. The snow was barely falling in small flakes, and the temperature was very comfortable. There was some kind of peace in it. Even drunken passers-by did not inspire the boy with such strong fear as before. Michi's empty stomach decided to break the silence, deciding to purr at the wrong moment.       – There are stewed vegetables from last night's dinner, I'm not going to cook anything now.       He was even glad of that. In the short time that Michisato has been in Konohagakura, he has already eaten more healthily than at home, stewed vegetables, which are great for dinner, and rice porridge for breakfast used to be some kind of dreams. Upon arriving at the apartment, Kakashi first took out a frying pan with vegetables from the refrigerator and went for Michi's backpack, which he put away in his room away from him. When Kakashi returned to the kitchen with books and notebooks, the boy was already actively eating a heated late lunch, and he put the frying pan with the rest of the vegetables in the refrigerator.       – Did Ibiki–san mention these books?       – Yes, but I think you'll only need social studies and a notebook on it, – the boy said with his mouth full.       – Don't talk with your mouth full, – Kakashi was clearly annoyed by such actions.       – Ah... yes, of course, – Michi said, hastily swallowing the food before that.       – What are these books? – Kakashi lifted part of the textbooks up.       – I told you, but you didn't listen! – he tried to express all the offense on his face, – these are textbooks from the school where I study, ordinary school subjects, you should have them too, shouldn't you?       – In our academy, only basic subjects are studied: native language, mathematics, the history of the Shinobi world, the basics of ninjutsu, taijutsu and genjutsu.       – Really?.. – a new discovery, it seems Shinobi are not the most educated people.       – It doesn't look like you studied for the 5th year, such a theory is studied in the capitals in middle and sometimes in high school, – Kakashi was still involuntarily annoyed when talking.       Jonin spent the whole evening trying to read the entire textbook of social studies and a notebook with notes on this subject, but he did not find anything secret. The history of the state, which was mentioned in this book, Kakashi heard for the first time, there were no Shinobi, but there were wars with firearms, the very machines mentioned by Michisato and a completely different chronology were mentioned. Looking at the current picture, the boy's story began to seem more true. Out of boredom, Michi begged to read one of the books that were lying on the shelf above the sofa and spent the evening parsing new words.       At night, Kakashi was sorting Michi's notebooks. He, in turn, tried to fall asleep, yesterday it turned out much easier, too many events happened and the brain needed rest, and now he had to force himself to sleep, but he could only lie with his eyes closed. Michi remembered how it used to be difficult to fall asleep under the drunken quarrels of his parents, and now complete calm, like the calm before the storm. After all, one day he will have to return, it would be better if it happened as soon as possible, who knows how bad such a trip can turn out for him. What if he doesn't come back at all? What if it's impossible now? In principle, I do not want to return, but these are still parents, the only people who, after all, provide and give a roof over his head, and here he is all alone. His breathing quickened. There is not a single familiar person around, and if Kakashi-san refuses the task, then there will be nowhere to live. The pulse rose. He is always being watched, no one who could support him. In this world, he is the enemy and he has no one here. Scary. What will happen next? What if they consider him a full-fledged threat? Will I have to rot in prison? His hands trembled, he does not want to stay in prison for the rest of his life, and after all, no one will help him, will not believe him. There is not enough air anymore, it's scary to suffocate, and the blanket only suffocates and interferes more, you need to throw it back and sit down. It doesn't help. It's scary that I can't breathe, my body is numb and covered with goosebumps from the cold, although it was hot a minute ago. What's wrong? Fear was hugging more and more with every second, squeezing my chest and making it difficult to breathe, the air seemed too heavy, and my hands did not want to obey.       Kakashi paid attention to the boy when he jumped up sharply, but only then noticed that something was wrong.       – Hey, – heavy breathing, no answer, he doesn't seem to hear, – hey, guy! It's not funny–he really doesn't hear.       – Come on, come to your senses, – Kakashi came closer and stretched out his hand to Michi's forehead, but he intercepted it, got scared and squeezed with all his strength. His fingers were trembling and not to say that he squeezed his hand hard, – what are you… Jonin understood everything, pulled out his hand and went to the faucet to get water. He returned, opened the window in parallel, squatted down and spoke:       – Look at me, – Shinobi tried to catch his eye and spoke in a soft tone, – boy, look here and nowhere else. Here. Great, inhale, come with me, exhale... inhale... exhale. Focus on my face, – it took a few minutes to stabilize Michi's condition a little and give her water.       – K–kakashi-san, I'm sorry, I really don't want to cause all this inconvenience. I have to go back, I shouldn't be here, and in general... – too many words poured out like a stream and there was barely enough air, the boy almost didn't understand what he was saying, – and in general, these manners that you're talking about, I don't know what I'm doing wrong, please forgive me, I seriously don't understand When I do the wrong thing-       – Don't think about it now, look at me and imagine something good, – Kakashi continued to hold his face with all his might, – imagine... how will you meet your parents?       – No!       – Maa, okay, then something else, do you have friends?... I understood, – it seemed now he would only make things worse, it was easier to knock out the kid and wait for him to recover, but Kakashi put his left hand on his chest, showing how to breathe, and the other on Michi's shoulder, – come on, calm down, everything is fine, inhale... exhale.

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      – Shizune! Don't get in the way! – Tsunade turned her full attention to the scrolls scattered on the table and floor.       – But, Tsunade-sama! It's already late at night, and tomorrow you have to get up early again, – the assistant persisted.       – You'd better make me some coffee and hurry up!       "It cannot be that a person completely lacks a chakra. Its absence equals death, a living being simply cannot exist without a chakra. And if it can, then there should definitely be sealing techniques on it that will hide the presence, but a native of the Hyuga clan would definitely see seals on the body", – Tsunade has not found a single similar registered case or even a mention in the last 24 hours.