People in Naruto, I'm Aizen

Chapter 1 The Death of White Fang

Chapter 1 The Death of White Fang

heavy rain.

In Konoha, it is raining heavily.

Under the leaden sky, almost ink-colored raindrops hit the earth, as if they were venting something, or expressing sadness and anger.

A young boy with white hair was standing in front of an unnamed tombstone, watching silently, letting the heavy rain wet himself, as if this could extinguish the pain that was almost overflowing in his heart.

Hatake Kakashi, the son of Hatake Shoshige. It has been three days since the burial of Konoha White Teeth Hatake Sakumo. In the rejection and hatred of the villagers, Hatake Kakashi is like a puppet.

He stood blankly in front of the tomb, looking at the short tomb without a name.

Because he betrayed the mission of the village and committed suicide in fear of crime, he did not even get a real grave with a name.

Even if he is Konoha White Fang, even if he is a war hero.

As long as there is a stain, everything before will be denied. This is Konoha's current attitude.

"..."

The black rainstorm kept falling, but this time, no raindrops fell on Kakashi.

Suddenly, Kakashi's ears moved and he looked sideways.

Looking at the small tomb in silence, Hatake Kakashi was bathed in the heavy rain, and his heart was filled with ashes.

During the heavy rain, the steaming noodles quickly mixed with the dirt and mud on the ground, turning into a disgusting black mud-like thing.

In response to the child's resentful gaze and behavior, he did not do anything out of the ordinary. He just nodded silently to Kakashi, then took two steps back, cleaned up the broken dishes and chopsticks on the ground, and put those pieces away.

Serve up the rotten noodles.

"Although we are from the same village, we are wary of each other, which is really sad. I feel very, very sad about the occurrence of this kind of thing."

"But I understand that he has a big misunderstanding of me. After all, I have always done things for the Hokage and the will of fire. Many times I don't want to do something, but it is for the sake of the village. I want to do things for the will of fire,

Just do it.”

"You are still in school, Kakashi-kun. It is the time when you need help from adults. No matter whether it is Hokage-sama or everyone in the village, although your father has a reason, everyone has realized that they have gone too far. You can't do it for

This is torturing yourself, isn’t it?”

Mission, friendship, will of fire.

"Those eyes are indeed powerful, but they are also the root cause of his ending up like this. It is very sad that he can see through others, but stubbornly believes in himself, and finally gives up the person he loves most and embarks on a path of no return.

matter."

In the shadows, a few pairs of eyes staring indifferently followed Aizen's departure, quietly hiding their figures and leaving the area completely.

A few minutes later, the entrance to the cemetery.

It wasn't because of the coldness of the rainstorm, but the meaning of these words that made him feel sick.

He didn't know why his father chose to die in front of him, and he didn't know why his god-like father ended up like this.

‘…’

"...You don't need to worry about me."

The lonely tomb cannot speak, but is allowed to be beaten by the black rain, drowning the child's world.

Looking at the familiar appearance of ramen, Kakashi swallowed subconsciously.

Kakashi raised his head, stubbornly and stubbornly hostile to the warm man in front of him.

Looking at the broken soup bowl on the ground, the man known as Aizen looked at his wrist that was slightly burnt by the spilled soup. He stretched out his hand and pushed up his glasses, showing a little sadness and nostalgia in his eyes.

This man who looked like the embodiment of gentleness bowed slightly to the unknown tomb in the rainstorm.

Several different shadows gathered together and bowed respectfully to the gentle man carrying the broken bowl and garbage.

"Kakashi-kun, it's been three days. Isn't it painful to be alone like this? I brought you some hot food, Ichiraku Ramen. If you don't mind, how about we eat together?"

Because of the harsh environment, Aizen frowned and tore off a piece of feather fabric. After wrapping up the rotten items, he bowed slightly to the child who was not looking at him. Then he let the heavy rain hit him.

, slowly left the public cemetery.

"I'm sorry, I tried to be quiet and not make any noise. Did it bother you?"

"Father can tell at a glance that you are not a good person, so there is no need for you to pretend to care about me here!"

Hearing the words 'eat together', the white-haired boy suddenly trembled.

"...Still don't want to talk?"

"...Get out of here and don't come back again."

Is it the village's fault or the father's fault?

A gentle man holding a black oil-paper umbrella, wearing pure white feathers, and wearing glasses on his face walked up to him carrying a basket.

"..."

In the heavy rain, the smile of the man who helped the child hold up the sky was as warm as the equatorial sunshine, and the magnetic voice also told his care and protection.

But precisely because of this, Hatake Kakashi didn't want to see this man with a smile on his face.

"Even if Kakashi-kun doesn't want to eat it, you still have to think about the people who care about you."

"What did you say?!"

Handing the broken haori and broken bowl to one of the figures, Aizen looked at the cemetery behind him, smiled and said to the ANBU around him:

Two bowls of freshly made ramen are carefully placed in the basket, exuding an alluring aroma.

It was just like Hatake Kakashi's malice towards the man behind him, but his five or six-year-old face was filled with the purest hatred and hostility towards that gentle man.

After Aizen left, the cemetery once again returned to its original appearance.

"What a stubborn kid. Do you really not want to eat it? Ichiraku Ramen is very delicious."

Some steam was vaguely visible rising above the staggered bamboo cover, bringing an alluring sweet smell. It even made Kakashi instinctively look sideways.

But his father once said that Aizen was a terrible person. But in this situation, can we really believe his father?

Because he knows who this man is.

Aizen Sosuke.

"I will come again tomorrow, Kakashi-kun. Until you can accept me."

And Kakashi looked at the black oil-paper umbrella on the ground, and the last bowl of Ichiraku Ramen that was covered with him and still steaming. His little face was full of struggle and hesitation.

.

He didn't know what was going on in the world. His father, who was like a hero, committed suicide in front of him. People outside were also pointing fingers, but Aizen was the only one who showed kindness to him.

He is obviously the best person in this village, and I had admired this person before. But because of his father's words, he was correct and obedient in his hostility.

But now, his father is a "villain" who violated the village rules and committed suicide out of fear of crime. He is just the son of a "villain". However, Aizen has helped him many times regardless of past suspicions. He even helped with many funerals.

Hosted.

The ramen bowl holding the hot soup and noodles was immediately thrown away and fell to the ground, shattering all over the place.

"Aizen-sama, thank you for your hard work. Do you want some treatment for your burn?"

"It's not good to say dirty words."

"...You don't need to be pretentious, Aizen Soyousuke."

"..."

Kakashi's numb and empty eyes glanced at the gentle man, and then focused on the short tomb.

Kakashi knew that he was a keen genius boy who knew a lot more than normal children. But because of this, he felt more and more painful and confused.

"What on earth am I going to do...Father...are you really the wrong person..."

"——I said! Leave me alone!"

"I said, this is really sad. Kakashi-kun. From an adult's point of view, this is a very sad thing."

"But even if you are tougher, I have to interrupt you, Kakashi-kun. If you continue like this, you won't be able to hold on. No matter what kind of emotion you are, you need a sound body to support it."

"Your father is respectable, and his love for you is true. But it's different now. You are still a child. I thought this should be a matter between adults, but I never thought it could involve children...

I may have said a little too much, Kakashi-kun. Sorry."

The man named Aizen looked at the stubborn Kakashi and shook his head helplessly. He placed the black oil paper umbrella and the last bowl of ramen on the ground, covering Kakashi's small figure.

Kakashi half-knelt on the ground holding an oil-paper umbrella, letting the mud pollute the pure white feather fabric, and the person's deep but magnetic voice gently comforted Kakashi.

The young child's heart was filled with strong winds and waves. His hands were tightly clenched into fists, and drops of blood flowed down the fingertips to the ground. On the one hand, he was helping his good people and the ninja with the best reputation, but on the other hand,

It was my father's warning.

"Your father said...Sakumo-kun..."

Looking at Hatake Kakashi's face that was almost distorted in the heavy rain, the gentle man known as Aizen sighed slightly and took a step back.

Then he squatted down according to his height and looked at the silent young man in front of the tombstone with pity, and placed the basket in his hand on the ground.

Facing the five or six-year-old child who finally lost his stubbornness, the man showed a gentle smile and reached out to lift the lid.

One hand held an oil-paper umbrella to cover the two people, and the other hand carefully took out the chopsticks and sent them to Kakashi's side.

Pushing up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, Aizen sighed slightly and hid his eyes in the backlight area of ​​the glasses, seeming to block his sadness.

"Ah, it's okay. Dispose of the garbage and I'll report to the Hokage later."

In the black rainstorm, the pure white feather fabric and the steaming food basket looked like a warm atmosphere.

'Snapped!'

"Even if it brings huge harm to the village, the child is innocent. I believe Kakashi-kun has the will of fire. He will come out. It just may take a while."

"Lord Aizen..."

"Thank you for your hard work, gentlemen. All this is for the will of fire."

Nodding to the deeply moved ninjas, Aizen smiled and walked towards the tallest building in the village.

(End of chapter)