Magneto of the Hyuga family

The two of them were very close.

"Your theoretical grades were always very good when you were a student."

"I think you should be familiar with the Will of Fire!"

Hinata Satoru looked at him straight with a faint smile.

"Of course, the Will of Fire was passed down by the first generation of Hokage when the village was built. It is the bond that maintains the village and the villagers."

"So...what do you think caused Lord Sakumo to choose suicide in the end? Or, after thinking for so long, do you have some conclusions?"

Kakashi didn't expect that Hinata Satoru didn't answer his question directly, but started to ask back.

After a slight pause.

Tentatively.

"Is it because of the priority between companions and missions?"

For a long time after his father's death, he was struggling with whether the mission was more important or the companions?

In the end, he came to the conclusion that he couldn't even complete the mission and was just a waste.

This conclusion directly affected his way of thinking and was also the reason why his village had such a bad reputation.

"That's just the appearance."

Hinata Satoru said lightly.

"Do you think a ninja like Sakumo-sama would commit suicide because of such a superficial question?"

Kakashi was silent.

Indeed, this question may be quite complicated for him at his age.

But for his father, a ninja who was respected by countless people as White Fang, would he choose to commit suicide because of such a question?

It's really hard to believe.

"Then what..."

"You said it yourself."

Hinata Satoru rolled his eyes at him.

"The Will of Fire is the bond that maintains the village and the villagers. So, Master Sakumo gave up his mission to protect his companions and the villagers of the village. Isn't this exactly the interpretation of the Will of Fire?"

Yes...

Isn't it the Will of Fire that advocates choosing to protect the father of his companions?

Where the leaves of Konoha fly, the fire will also continue.

The light of the fire will illuminate the village and let the new leaves sprout.

But why...the ninjas and villagers who inherited the Will of Fire would treat their father like that?

Even the ninjas he saved...

Kakashi felt that his brain was clogged, and he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?"

Hinata Satoru rolled his eyes again.

"It was the Will of Fire they mentioned that killed Senior Sakumo!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Kakashi subconsciously refuted.

The Will of Fire has been deeply rooted in his mind after years of brainwashing education.

Hearing that Hinata Satoru "slandered" the Will of Fire, his first reaction was to refute.

"Since the Will of Fire teaches ninjas to protect their companions and the village, then it is unreasonable for Senior Sakumo, who has implemented the Will of Fire, to be treated like that, right?"

"There is only one truth!"

"The Will of Fire is wrong."

"It was wrong from the beginning! It's just a political trick by those people above to maintain their rule!"

Every word of Hinata Satoru was like a heavy hammer, constantly hitting Kakashi's fragile heart, which was already on the edge of the cliff.

"Maybe... maybe it's because of my father's choice that caused great losses to the village..."

He opened his mouth bitterly, his voice hoarse.

Wanted to fight back against Hinata Satoru.

"Loss?"

Hinata Satoru almost laughed out loud.

Just looked at Kakashi with cold eyes.

"What loss? Was it the loss of important intelligence? Or did the village suffer huge property losses? Or..."

"What about the fabrications of the people above?"

Kakashi felt that his body was about to burst.

He opened his mouth blankly.

The last difficult counterattack was also ruthlessly destroyed.

Yes, how could I ignore this?

Loss?

What loss?

From the beginning, the rumors only mentioned huge losses, but what exactly was it?

No one could tell clearly.

Even my father himself never told me what the loss was.

Just relying on a groundless rumor...

Damn...

At some point, Kakashi's teeth were already clenched tightly, and tears were falling from his eyes.

Father, are you wronged...

Why! Why! ...

Such thoughts kept popping up in his mind.

"Wake up... Kakashi, I don't want you to make such mistakes again."

Hinata Satoru suddenly sighed deeply.

"The Will of Fire has been a tool for maintaining rule since the beginning. How can we solve this problem?

Explanation, how to define it, it's all in the hands of the people above!"

Looking at Kakashi with tears streaming down his face, Hinata Satoru couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Poor kid!

Born in the world's largest pyramid scheme brainwashing center, he has been brainwashed since childhood, and his respected father was forced to death by the third-generation leader of the pyramid scheme organization and his men.

Miserable...

"But...but, why? Why do they want to treat my father like this? My father clearly did..."

Kakashi asked with tears streaming down his face, choking.

"You said it yourself, who doesn't know the name of Senior Sakumo White Fang? If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the fourth generation Hokage."

"This status has already determined his tragedy."

"This is politics! "Child..."

Hinata Satoru mercilessly tore off Kakashi's last fig leaf.

Political struggle?

Kakashi staggered a few times, as if all his strength had been drained away.

What is the will of his father...

He has understood that his father is just a victim of the power struggle?

Silently resisting with his own death.

The smiling father has been suffering from such pain all the time...

"I understand."

It took him a long time to calm down his agitated emotions.

Gently wiped away the tears on his face.

The eyes were deep, and the pupils seemed to be measuring something, like a dark hole.

Without a trace of emotion, he bowed slightly to Hinata Satoru.

"Thank you for letting me realize the truth of this world."

The voice was as cold as a machine.

Without a trace of emotion.

Hinata Satoru glanced at him and said lightly.

"I don't know what you are going to do? Revenge? Or leave? But I want to remind you not to be blinded by impulse. "

"I understand."

Kakashi said calmly.

He turned around and walked straight out of the tent.

Different from when he came, he is now.

As if he has lost his soul...

Hinata Satoru looked at his back indifferently.

Poor kid!

Feel the pain, experience the pain, accept the pain, if you have not experienced the pain, you will not see the face of this ugly world!

Then...

Submit to me!

...

Kakashi, don't blame me.

Only by facing the pain can people grow.

Hinata Satoru sighed secretly in his heart.

Most people in the ninja world are a little twisted and have some strange ideas.

Hatake Sakumo is too strong. Didn't he see the ideas of the top leaders?

Hinata Satoru didn't believe it.

Perhaps it was because he saw that the belief he had always adhered to collapsed in the cruel reality, so he committed suicide.

Using death to interpret his will.

Silently resisting.

Kakashi seemed to have never experienced it. A 2B boy who was beaten by society.

He was careless, had dead eyes, and was full of all kinds of great truths that he had misunderstood.

He would be fine after a good beating.

He recognized the reality and knew the truth.

He grew up.

Kakashi, don't blame me.

This is the only way to become an adult from a child.

After all, he is one of the best geniuses in the original work, the future Sixth Hokage.

Such a talent, Hinata Satoru does not intend to give up.

Hinata Satoru thought of those people in high positions again, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Many people in the village have compared him with the young White Fang, but he is more outstanding.

Those high-ranking guys are probably also thinking of something crooked, right?

When the Hyuga clan is incorporated, I am afraid that I will have to deal with that group of people.

However... Kakashi should have become one of my people.

Under my own training.

It's like a sharp knife, stabbing straight into the hearts of those hypocritical high-level people.