The first few years

"So... You want the appearance of Kakashi Hatake... You want Obito Uchihas Eyes with no drawbacks... Experience of... Madara Uchiha... How are you? Twelve?"

The light figure asked with a deadpan, even though the soul couldn't see it.

"Dont judge me."

"Tch, Fine, Though I don't know why you think Im sending you to Naruto..."

"Wait wha-"

Not even managing to finish his words, everything went dark.

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"aah!"

A child, not older than Eight, shot up from his bed, His Silver hair slightly spiked up. His hand came up to rub his eyes to get rid of the burning sensation.

"Kakashi! What's wrong?"

The burning finally subsided and he looked up to see an older man, with hair much like his only shorter.

"Ah... a nightmare..."

(Where the fuck am I?)

"It's okay son, it happens sometimes, it's just a dream."

"Y-Yeah..."

(...At least tell me where you're sending me before stuffing me in an eight-year-old, you jackass.)

He looked around the room... It looked like this eight-year-old was into the military.

"Hey, I know you're excited to learn how to shoot a gun in a few days but you need to sleep now, otherwise you won't be able to remember how to disassemble the gun."

Okay, This kid was a kind of military fanatic. The hell? weren't eight-year-olds like... Into memes and shit?

"Yeah okay... Goodnight."

"Night."

As soon as rhe man left the room, he looked around... Toy guns... Toy military knives... Toy tanks, plastic Helicopters...

There even were small green soldiers and a map... Was this child practising being a military commander and conquering the world?

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The next day, he put on some Jeans, a blue shirt and strangely enough, a mask... even in this world, the face of Kakashi Hatake shall stay hidden.

Apparently, they were heading to the shooting range. His "Father" grabbed an airsoft pistol and put it on his jacket.

After they got out of their small, but comfortable house. He sat in their car's back seat and headed off.

When they reached the place, he was disappointed to know that he would be the one practising with the airsoft gun, it was operating on Gas so it didn't need to be cocked back.

He was shown how to reload, which he knew already, how to shoot, which he knew already, and how to not be a dumbass and keep the safety on when he wasn't using it.

He sighed mentally, he had to find out where he was... what world, what Reality, Hell if he was in Marvel, he didn't want to be in the middle of that drama.

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He had good news and bad news...

He wasn't in marvel.

That was the good news.

He still didn't know where he was. but judging from the Japanese letters he could see and mysteriously understand... he was in japan.

And he knew he was in an anime world, all the girls looked average and above-average... while some of the guys looked straight out of Isekai anime background character lists.

Now he needed to do research... For example, what schools he remembered that could be used to identify the world.

He didn't remember any schools.

Any events that could have happened.

...He didn't remember any.

(God damn it! What the hell?)

All he could do was to let days pass and hope to find out where exactly he was right now.

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Four years passed, and The school wanted him to skip classes, Apparently, having eyes that can memorize everything you see once was overpowered for school work.

He was only twelve and he already knew how to assemble most of the guns on paper, How to fight with a blade, how to disarm someone, though he was too young to use that knowledge effectively.

He was Kakashi fucking Hatake, With the experience of Madara Uchiha. He could probably kill a whole squad of SWAT and he wouldn't break a sweat.

His relationship with his father was great, he was a good, honest man. One was a Soldier of high standing, though he wouldn't tell him what rank.

but one day when his father came to him, he found out his location, he wasn't happy about it, not at all.

"Son, Today some special guests are coming over, Kage Busujima, and he has a daughter your age. Maybe you can make a friend."

(...And here I thought this world would be fun, but nooooo When the zombies come, they can just pass right through me.)

"I don't appreciate you telling me that Im anti-social..."

The older man chuckled.

"I didn't say that, and besides... it will be fun."

"...I'm Inti-Social by choice, Others my age are too immature and are too interested in superheroes and superpowers rather than guns, knives, swords and ways to disarm your opponents with little effort. But whatever."