「 ℕ」— Somehow, he always knew. No one ever had to tell him. Whilst it was never obvious at times, the feeling deep within never changed each time he gazed upon the rock carving of the Fourth Hokage. Confirmation was still needed of course, but a bond between a father and son could never be tampered with. It was always present, from the moment the blond was born. “My father was the Fourth Hokage..! He’s the one who protected the village.. he gave me a fighting chance, the power to change the world! I’m proud to be his son!” A grin set in place, honest words from the heart, teary eyes as the image of his father flashed before his eyes.