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Chapter 14 The Truth Behind White Fang's Death

Kakashi floated in the air.

So that's how it is. It wasn't a case of heavy losses during a mission at all.

The father did not violate any ninja rules.

This was an internal purge, a targeted elimination of Hokage candidates.

The father's great achievements overshadowed the emperor's, and although his merits were considerable, they ironically became his death warrant.

The scene shifts again to the streets of Konoha.

Shuo Mao walked down the street.

The villagers who used to treat him with utmost respect now point fingers at him.

His so-called subordinates avoided him like the plague.

"traitor."

"Rubbish."

These people kept pointing at Shuo Mao and saying vicious things.

But Sakumo did not refute it, and still stood up straight. Most importantly, he believed that he had not done anything wrong.

Until he met the Chunin he had personally saved, the one who had once knelt down in the forest to thank him.

At that moment, that person stood in the crowd, pointed at Sakumo, and shouted:

"You ruined my ninja career! You hypocrite!"

"Why did you save me? The mission failed, how am I supposed to face the village now!"

Sakumo stopped in his tracks, looking incredulously at his former companion who had once stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

The light in his eyes suddenly went out.

The pain of being betrayed by a close relative or best friend is sharper than a knife from an enemy, and it is the most heart-wrenching.

Shuo Mao was completely speechless at this point, and simply lowered his head to organize his thoughts.

The once upright spine bent completely at this moment.

Kakashi watched his father's retreating figure, his heart breaking.

"Don't listen to him... Father, please don't listen to him..."

Kakashi wanted to shout, but that was something that had already happened, and he couldn't interfere with it at all; he could only continue watching the screen.

Inside the Hokage's office, Sakumo stood in front of his desk.

He wanted to seek final support.

"Hokage-sama," Sakumo's voice sounded exhausted, "I don't regret saving my comrades, but I hope the village can stop those rumors. Kakashi is still in school; he's being affected too much."

Hiruzen Sarutobi sat in a chair, smoking, filling the office with smoke.

"Sakumo."

The Third Hokage sighed.

"This mission failure has indeed caused great losses to the village. The daimyo is also very dissatisfied."

"Public opinion is something you can't suppress."

"Things are getting tense outside right now. To protect you, why don't you step down first?"

The meaning of the third generation couldn't be clearer: they wouldn't offer support, wouldn't clarify anything, and wouldn't even say a word of comfort to Sakumo.

Sakumo was shocked once again, as if he were getting to know the Hokage for whom he had served for half his life all over again.

This time, he finally understood. So this was Konoha, the village he had been desperately protecting.

"I see."

Sakumo removed the mask from the Anbu, placed it on the table, and turned to leave without looking back.

However, this was also the last time he entered the Hokage Building.

The final scene shows the Hatake residence.

It was raining heavily outside, and the lights were off inside.

Sakumo knelt in the center of the living room, with the white dagger in front of him.

He picked up a white cloth and slowly wiped the blade.

The movements were very gentle, like stroking one's own child.

Kakashi floated in front of him.

He saw the expression on his father's face; there was no resentment or anger. Kakashi found it a bit unbelievable; shouldn't he have some temper at this point?

But what Sakumo's eyes revealed was only deep weariness, disappointment with the world, and despair for humanity.

"Kakashi."

Sakumo suddenly spoke, but this time he was addressing the empty room.

"I'm sorry. Daddy can't be there for you as you grow up."

"You have to be a ninja who follows the rules, so you don't get hurt."

Sakumo raised his short sword and aimed it at his abdomen.

Blood stained the tatami mats.

A legendary figure, the White Fang of Konoha, died in the village he loved most.

To put it more bluntly, he died at the hands of the very people he had wholeheartedly protected, and these people were not grateful to him at all, but instead considered him a traitor.

He didn't die on the battlefield, but he died from rumors and gossip. This is the most ironic end for a hero.

Kakashi knelt beside his father's body, watching his father's face gradually lose its color.

He really wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry at all in the dungeon.

However, seeing what was happening before his eyes made him unable to contain his anger.

As the saying goes, don't push an honest person too far, or even Buddha will get angry, and the consequences will be severe.

So this is the truth, the so-called Will of Fire.

If you threaten the position of those in power, even if you are a hero, you will be forced to your death.

For the sake of power, even the lives of comrades can be trampled upon at will.

The father was not wrong; the fault lay with this distorted world and with the village's higher-ups who sat in high positions and manipulated people's hearts.

The surrounding scenery began to shatter, and darkness returned.

The real world, the illusory training ground.

The air pressure valve loosened, and the hatch slid open.

Kakashi didn't come out immediately; he lay inside, staring at the ceiling.

The Sharingan has been deactivated.

Only that dead fish eye remained, staring blankly into the void.

ten minutes.

He remained completely still for a full ten minutes, clearly indicating that the stimulation he had received was extraordinary.

Roy didn't rush him, but just quietly drank his tea.

Finally, Kakashi made a move.

He slowly sat up, stepped out of the cabin, and walked to the counter.

There was no questioning, no outburst of anger, and not even a change in expression.

"Thanks."

Kakashi spoke up.

These two words carry more weight than a thousand pounds.

He wasn't thanking Roy for showing him the pain; even if the reality was far more brutal, he wanted to face it head-on and didn't want to live in a falsehood.

Kakashi Hatake, who once lived in a lie, has died in the dungeon.

Now, a sober observer is stepping forward.

"You're welcome."

Roy put down his teacup.

"It's just a transaction."

Kakashi nodded and turned to walk towards the door.

He paused for a moment as he reached the door.

"The third generation sent me to investigate your background."

Kakashi said, his back to Roy.

"I will tell him that this is just an ordinary training ground. Apart from the illusions being a bit more realistic, there's nothing special about it."

This is both a pledge of allegiance and a declaration of severance.

From this moment on, he was no longer a die-hard fan of the Hokage.

He wanted to use his own eyes to re-examine this village and see if it was still worth risking his life for.

Go and see how many remains like my father's are buried beneath the so-called bright Leaf Village.

Kakashi opened the door, walked out, and eventually disappeared into the crowd.

Roy watched his retreating figure and couldn't help but sigh, wondering which aspect of people's hearts they truly favor—reality or falsehood—it's really hard to fathom.

On the system panel.

[Includes S-rank forbidden technique: Lightning Blade.]

[Includes A-rank ninjutsu: Multiple Shadow Clone Technique...]

[Gained Destiny Points: 2000.]

[Special Achievement: Turned Konoha's Top Technician to a Counter-Terrorism Position.]

The harvest was plentiful, but that wasn't enough.

Roy looked into the distance and saw two familiar figures holding hands, but the couple did not walk towards him.

A bearded middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth and a long-haired beauty with a flushed face—the two don't seem like a good match at all, but things are just that strange.

Sarutobi Asuma, Kurenai Yuhi.

"Haha, the big fat sheep just left, and now another pair of lovebirds are here to deliver money."

"Now that you're here, don't expect to leave empty-handed."

"What kind of script should I prepare for you?"

"Titanic? Or Romeo and Juliet?"

Roy realized he had a lot of "bad ideas" up his sleeve.

The stagnant waters of Konoha are getting increasingly murky.