Chapter 9: The Fangs Reveal the Truth (Ch 9)

Beneath the prosperous appearance of Konoha Village, undercurrents are surging.

Hatake Sakumo, the legendary ninja known as the “White Fang of Konoha”, has fallen into an unprecedented predicament.

The failure of the mission hangs over him like a dark cloud. In a crucial S-rank mission, Sakumo faces a dilemma:

It is to follow the mission instructions and abandon injured companions to ensure the successful completion of the mission!

Or disobey orders, rescue your companions, and bear the consequences of mission failure!

Sakumo’s heart was struggling between the will of fire and the ninja’s duty, and every second seemed as long as a year.

He knew very well that as a ninja, the priority of the mission was paramount, but seeing his companions in pain and listening to their weak cries for help, the humanity and kindness in his heart were severely pulled.

In the end, he chose to save his companions, and also chose the will of fire that had guided him since childhood, and returned to Konoha Village with his injured companions and the bitterness of failure.

However, Shigesaku Hatake, who strictly adhered to the will of fire, did not gain recognition from the village.

In the village, in just one day, overwhelming rumors came at him like a surging tide.

The ninja he rescued jumped out to accuse him. The villagers who once admired him now looked at him with doubt and anger.

“He broke the rules of ninja, he’s a loser!”

“Is such a person worthy of being called a hero of Konoha?”

These words were like sharp knives that pierced into Sakumo’s heart. The disappointment of his elders and the alienation of his peers in the family made him feel extremely lonely.

Those fellow ninjas who once fought alongside him were now pointing fingers at him behind his back, as if he had become a sinner of the village.

Kakashi, the young son in the family, although he didn’t understand what was happening, could feel his father’s pain and the depressing atmosphere in the home.

Sakumo looked at his son’s innocent face, his heart filled with guilt. He didn’t know how to explain all this to his son, nor did he know how to face his future life or the ninja way he had pursued all his life.

On a quiet night, Sakumo sat alone in the courtyard, the moonlight shining on his tired face.

He looked at the sharp blade in his hand that had accompanied him in countless battles, but now seemed to have become his shackles.

He recalled his past glory, the heroic figures on the battlefield, and the blood he shed to protect the village and his companions.

But now, everything has changed. He clearly knows what the rumors mean.

In the torment day after day, Sakumo’s spirit gradually collapsed.

The once high-spirited and ambitious Konoha White Fang has now become taciturn and haggard.

He felt as if he was in a dark abyss, and no matter how hard he struggled he could not escape the endless pain.

Finally, on a quiet night, Shuomao sat alone in the courtyard, looking at the incomplete moon in the night sky.

He remembered his past dreams and his original intention as a ninja, but now everything has changed beyond recognition.

He slowly pulled out the short knife that had accompanied him for many years. The moonlight shone on the knife, reflecting a cold light.

“Perhaps, only in this way can all this end…”

Hatake Sakumo muttered to himself, his eyes full of despair. He pointed the short knife at his chest and stabbed it hard.

At that moment, blood splattered, as if it was his final accusation against the world.

Finally, under the dual torture of pain and despair, Sakumo chose to end his life. He cut it off with that sharp blade!

. . . . . .

Question: How did the villagers know about the failure of the S-level mission in just one day? Who was behind it?

Question: On one side is the Will of Fire, and on the other side is the Ninja’s Duty. How can Hatake Shigesaku choose the right one? How can he choose without giving others excuses?

Ling Yue sat in a dim room, the yellowish light shining on his focused face. His eyes were fixed on the press release in his hand, examining it word by word.

Ling Yue nodded with satisfaction. If this was released, it would definitely cause a huge uproar in Konoha Village and trigger widespread discussion.

This press release is specifically written for those grassroots villagers who are unaware of the truth.

The Konoha high-ranking officials knew the inside story of Konoha White Fang’s death, but the ordinary people were kept in the dark.

Ling Yue knew very well that Bai Ya’s sacrifice should not be buried and the villagers had the right to know the truth.

Only by allowing the grassroots villagers to think and explore for themselves can we break the darkness that has been concealed in the village for a long time.

“We need to find something for Konoha’s F4 to do so that they can divert their attention away from the Uchiha. The next step is to find a way to spread this.”

It is definitely not possible to post flyers in the near future. Not to mention how to avoid being discovered by the dark department, even if you post them, they will probably be torn down by the dark department before the villagers notice them.

“Alas, I am really worried about the Uchiha!”

The next morning, Konoha Village gradually woke up under the caress of the morning light, and early-rising villagers began to get busy on the streets.

Ling Yue and Uchiha Enhuo, as usual, were dressed in neat ninja uniforms, shouldering patrol duties, and walking side by side on the familiar streets.

When the two of them walked near a toilet, Ling Yue suddenly called Yan Huo.

“Yanhuo, wait for me, I’m going to the bathroom.”

Ling Yue said this naturally, as if this was just a normal physiological need.

Yanhuo nodded, leaned against the wall, played with the kunai in his hand boredly, waiting for Lingyue.

Ling Yue walked into the slightly shabby public toilet. The pungent smell hit him in the face, but he didn’t care at all.

He had carefully chosen this toilet as it had the heaviest flow of people nearby. Under the cover of the crowd, he could better conceal his presence and implement his “smelly” plan.

He quickly went into a small compartment and locked the door. In the small space, the air seemed to become even more oppressive.

Ling Yue took a deep breath to calm his nervous mood, and quickly formed seals with his hands. In an instant, accompanied by a puff of smoke, three shadow clones instantly appeared in front of him.

“Fortunately, my chakra amount has increased a lot, otherwise the three clones would have drained me. When will I be able to reach the level of Chatonla!”

Ling Yue felt the empty chakra in her body and felt weak, and couldn’t help but sigh.

The use of shadow clones consumes a lot of chakra. If it weren’t for his daily hard training (adding points), he would not be able to support this action at all.

This time Ling Yue prepared an interesting plan, and these three clones were the key to the plan.

The three of them will use the transformation technique and stay in this toilet until noon, giving Ling Yue enough time to create an alibi.

When there were enough people, three people went out in batches and distributed leaflets in different directions.