The Steady King of Konoha

The four people left behind were Mikyu who arrived first, Yuna in hot clothes, a lame ninja and the ANBU captain named Kyou Utoshi.

Yu Jiu glanced at the three of them, and said with a smile: "Actually, it seems that being a rebellious nin is not bad."

His words immediately aroused the approval of several people. Even the Anbu captain Kyou Utoshi, who was always known for his cold-blooded calmness, took off his mask and threw it to the ground, using practical actions to persuade Hatake Sakumo to defect from the village.

Hayama sat cross-legged on the corridor with no expression on his face, quietly looking at the people who were persuading him. With Hatake Sakumo's strength, it would be difficult to break out of the village, but it would not be great unless someone leaked it in advance. plan.

Although there are strong men like Hiruzen Sarutobi, Danzo Shimura and the Sannin in the village, Hatake Sakumo has always been known for his speed. If he really chooses to defect, he has great hope of escaping.

But Hatake Sakumo gave up the idea of ​​defecting. Perhaps it can be said that the option of defecting never appeared in this man's mind.

"Shut up!"

Regarding the four people left behind, Hatake Sakumo lost his previous gentleness and politeness. These four people were his die-hard ninjas, the most hardcore among the hardcore.

"It's your turn to interrupt what I want to do? Do your own thing well and remember what I just said. From now on, Hayama will be the new leader."

Looking at the four people who were hesitant to speak, Hatake Sakumo didn't waste any time and walked away immediately.

"Let's break up."

After Hayama calmly said these words, he formed a seal and activated the teleportation technique, but followed Hatake Sakumo closely.

"well!"

The four of them sighed for a while, and finally chose to leave. Even though they were used to separation and death in their lives, they were still a little reluctant and sad at this moment.

Hatake Sakumo's choice made them helpless. No matter how much dissatisfaction they had, they could not vent their dissatisfaction. Naturally, they hated the senior officials who pushed Hatake Sakumo to death.

...

In a room with many spiritual tablets, Hatake Sakumo was kneeling on the ground and praying with his eyes closed. Hayama stood outside the room with his hands folded and squinting, but felt a little funny in his heart.

A ninja who was about to commit suicide and leave behind his young son and a family that was on the verge of extinction was actually offering sacrifices to his ancestors. I wonder what the ancestors of the Hatake clan would think when they found out.

"You have something more important than life that needs to be protected and implemented. I won't stop you. On the contrary, I will feel that you are a real person."

Hayama's plain voice reached Hatake Sakumo's ears, making him tremble a little. If he could live, who would choose death? Dying for the ninja in his heart and the village he once loved so much is a worthy death.

"No matter what the ninjas in the village think of you, whether they ridicule you for your incompetence, lament your untimely death, or even scold you for your cowardice, I will tell them all to shut up. This is what Baiyun Yeshan said in front of thousands of people from the Hatake clan. A vow made for our ancestors."

"If I can't do it, I will look for a successor in my lifetime, just like the relationship between you and me, so that he can continue to complete my unfinished business."

Hatake Sakumo said in a hoarse voice: "You know that's not why I invited you here."

"Of course I know that you, Hatake Sakumo, are a dead-brained person. Where did you get such a frivolous person?"

Hayama put down his arms, took out a kunai from his ninja bag, cut his finger, felt the clarity brought by the pain, and continued: "In my hometown, there is a saying that one day is for A teacher is a father for life, and there is a saying that a drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring."

"I, Baiyun Yeshan, am a vulgar person, a very vulgar person. What I like most is nothing, luxury cars, beauty, airplanes, tanks, submarines... I like any good things, but I don't like to owe others

Renqing, don’t worry about this."

Hatake Sakumo turned around, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably, and said: "Hayama, I don't ask you to do anything, just let Kakashi grow up well. It doesn't even matter if he doesn't become a ninja.

"

Hayama looked at the excited Hatake Sakumo expressionlessly, holding the sharp blade of Kunai in his right hand, and said: "Hatake Sakumo, you know, I also have a name. This name is very rustic, but it is

The real me."

"Wang Wang, what do you think? It's very rustic, isn't it?"

The sharp iron cut the palm of Hayama's hand, and blood flowed out, but he did not feel any pain. Not satisfied with this, Hayama took out another kunai and stabbed it into his thigh with an expressionless expression.

"You know, I have thought about committing suicide many times, but every time I have a kunai on my throat, a rope hanging on my neck, and poison on my mouth, I can't do it because I haven't done it yet in my heart.

To the moment of complete despair. Survival is the instinct of living things. Even if there is only one millionth chance of survival, it is worth a try for every living thing that longs to see the sun tomorrow."

"You can resolutely give up your life and choose to die for the sake of tolerance and the village. I admire you very much, but the disapproval and other negative emotions mixed with admiration are my freedom."

"You see, when people want to express their feelings, it won't hurt no matter what kind of injury they get. You can use it."

Hayama pointed to his bleeding palms and thighs and said seriously to Hatake Sakumo.

After finishing speaking, Hayama took a deep look at Hatake Sakumo who was kneeling on the futon with a painful look on his face, as if he wanted to engrav this look in his mind.

After a while, Hayama disappeared outside the ancestral hall of the Hatake clan. Only the Hatake clan was left in the once glorious Hatake clan.

Hatake Sakumo walked out of the ancestral hall and went to the bedroom. He put on the Konoha standard vest and sat in front of the table. In his palm lay quietly a forehead protector that had been with him for many years.

"Why don't you choose to defect?"

Yes, a guy like Hayama, who has no sense of honor or rules in his heart, has already asked about it immediately.

Hatake Sakumo recalled that when he was a child, the Hatake family was at its peak. Even if it was an old mansion with a history of several decades, the family and servants would not allow such damage to occur in the dark.

He remembered his parents holding his hand, walking through the ancient but still clean corridors and courtyards, walking through Konoha's not-so-busy streets that had just been built for more than ten years, thinking about the grand Obon sacrifice in the family, and that

Attracted by the reputation and ideals of the first generation, ninja clans continued to come to join the new Konoha, full of vigor.

He remembered that sentence - "Wherever there are flying leaves, fire will burn."

Hatake Sakumo was born and raised here. Behind this village is the blood of countless Hatake clan.

This blood has the same temperature as the countless Konoha comrades who have died for him on the battlefield while resisting enemy swords.

——Yes, Hatake Sakumo loves this place and the inspiring [Will of Fire].

The ninja is not anyone's tool. His sacrifice can only be because he is willing to sacrifice himself.

——Yes, he is willing to die for the village and for the sake of tolerance in his heart.

Only in this way will the ancestors of the Hatake clan who are sleeping underground accept him and protect him in the Pure Land world; and only in this way will his son Kakashi be proud of him when he grows up.

Even though the village he loved so much now has a dark side, it still cannot stop his love and cannot change the reality that his ancestors sacrificed their lives and blood for it.

Hatake Sakumo picked up the dagger that terrified countless enemies and stroked it gently. After a long time, he put the tip of the dagger against his chest, recalling what Hayama had said and thinking silently in his heart.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was remembered in the bedroom, and Hatake Sakumo slowly fell to the ground. What he thought before losing consciousness was 'Damn Hayama lied to me, it still hurts'.

Winter thunder exploded in the sky, seeming to be mourning the passing of Hatake Sakumo, and then it started to rain again.

Hayama stood outside the Hatake clan, looking up at Dong Lei and Yu, letting his wounds bleed.

White teeth, white teeth, from now on, there will be no more white teeth in the world.