"Get out of the way!" Inaho held his ninja sword in front of him and knocked open the ajar door. The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the room a strange amber color. Hatake Sakumo's armor was still glowing with the cold light of the battlefield, and the grass clippings stuck in his white hair had not yet been shaken off, but he had carefully gathered the swaddling clothes in his arms. The little life curled up in the swaddling clothes was wrinkled, but it had the same silver-white hair as its father.
"Inaho." Sakumo's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper, but his eyes shone with a light that Inaho had never seen before, "This is your brother, Kakashi."
Me? Hatake Kakashi's brother? The son of Konoha White Fang?
