Betrayal Has a Terrible Start

Chapter 102 The Son of Heroes - Hatake Kakashi!

Fire Country, Konoha, Cemetery Cemetery.

Cloudy, light rain.

In the cemetery, there is a tomb at the forefront, with the name "Hatake Sakumo" and the mark of the Konoha ninja engraved on the tombstone.

Many Konoha ninjas, all dressed in black at this time, stood in front of the tombstone, mourning and mourning in front of the tombstone in an orderly manner.

Held Konoha Joinin... Konoha Shirogane's funeral.

This great ninja who made countless contributions to Konoha in the Second Ninja World War and saved the battle many times, is known as the white-toothed sharp blade closest to the position of the fourth Hokage, but now it has only become a black and white. The photo, quietly placed next to the tombstone, has become a memoir.

Ninjas are tools of war.

Fight on the battlefield, fight on missions, and ninjas are dying every moment.

For a ninja, dying during a mission, even at the last moment of his life, is for the safety of the village. Such a natural way of dying is worthy of the title of 'White Fang'.

At the end of life, it will also become a sharp tooth that destroys the enemy, and it is the light that crushes the darkness.

That is... Konoha White Fang.

The Konoha ninja who came to mourn, the three generations of Naruto Sarutobi, and the two advisors, Mito Menyan and Koharu, followed by Jiraiya and Tsunade, the second of the three ninjas, and the ninjas behind, each of them. All are Joinin, the pillars of Konoha, and all came to mourning the hero of Konoha, White Fang.

Of course, there is also a special 'guest'.

A boy with a similar appearance to Hatake Sakumo, a white-toothed ninja, with a numb face at the moment, standing next to the three generations of Hokage Sarutobi Hizen, staring blankly at the tombstone of his father Hatake Sakumo, I don't know if it's rain. Still tears, flowing from his eyes, fists clenched.

Flowing slowly.

A whimper or two also appeared to be heard.

The child of White Fang, who was still young and still a child, a child named 'Hatake Kakashi', could not accept such a sad fact.

The three generations of Hokage Sarutobi Hiizan turned his head and stroked Kakashi's little head, his eyes full of love and sighs.

white teeth...

In short, the mood is extremely complicated.

Died too young.

An infinite ninja died in the quest, not only Hokage felt sorry for him, but also a huge loss for the whole Konoha... and what kind of loss will it bring to the young hero's son The impact is unpredictable.

"Is that guy Orochimaru not here?" Tsunade quietly asked Zilai behind the third Hokage, Kakashi, and the two advisors.

"The old man has already sent someone to call him, but he used the experiment as an excuse..." Zilai also couldn't talk anymore.

"Cut, that bastard, really..." Tsunade scolded in a low voice, gritted his teeth, and anger appeared in his eyes: "Is it possible that Sakumo is dead, that **** is secretly happy, so …”

"Tsunade. Don't talk nonsense, no matter what, Orochimaru is not that kind of person. Sakumo is our friend, and Orochimaru also said that he will come to mourning later..." Zilai also smiled bitterly.

"The Alliance of the Kingdom of Rain failed. After he came back, his eyes became a little out of place... Forget it, I was over-hearted." Tsunade closed his eyes and sighed.

Zilai also shook his head helplessly, looking at the tombstone in front of him, his eyes full of sentimentality.

Maybe... this is the fate of the hero.

In the mourning crowd, except for the young Kakashi, the rest of the ninja held back the grief and did not shed tears.

Been through this way too much.

If I have to say it, Hatake Sakumo is just the most common of them.

The only special thing is that his achievements are enough to make Konoha feel sorry for all.

Quiet, speechless.

Ninja is not a glorious identity, but a high-risk occupation that rubs shoulders with death at any time. It does not pursue luxury, and funerals are also simple and simple, without the slightest feature, and everything is simple.

Ninjas are tools to accomplish tasks.

Even so, but people are not plants, how can they be ruthless?

It's not emotional indifference, but suppressing this emotion in the deepest part of my heart, getting used to this kind of sadness, accustomed to this kind of mental numbness...

With the memory of the deceased, cover up the weak heart, inherit the will of the deceased, and survive in this cruel world.

This is the greatest comfort for the living to the dead.

Also the ultimate definition of ninja.

The funeral did not stop until the afternoon and evening, when the rain stopped, and the sky was dyed a hazy dark yellow, a little ambiguous and a little lazy.

The crowd dispersed in twos and threes, the ground of the cemetery was still a little moist, the air was very fresh, the mood was like being washed by clear lake water, and the sadness was much lessened.

"Rizhao, next..." The consultant turned to bed and Xiaochun wanted to say something, but was stopped.

Mito Menyan shook his head at her, glanced at Sarutobi Hizen's back, closed his eyes and turned around.

When he turned to bed, Xiaochun was also silent, and followed Mito Totoyan to leave.

In the entire cemetery, there were only Hizan Sarutobi and Kakashi left.

"Are you feeling better, Kakashi?" Sarutobi Hizan took out his pipe, habitually wanted to light a cigarette, but found that there was no fire, so he had to give up, just put the pipe in his mouth, and the emotion on his face became more complicated.

Recently, the number of smoking seems to have increased.

More and more sentimental like an old man.

Am I getting old? Sarutobi Hizen had such an idea.

"Yes, Hokage-sama." Kakashi still had wet tears on his face, still wiping it with his sleeve, and his eyes were red.

"Sakumo is the hero of the village. In order to save his comrades, he did not care about his own sacrifice and perished with the enemy. He is an example of all our Konoha ninjas. ." Sarutobi Hiizhan's tone was melancholy.

Kakashi was silent, looking at the name on the tombstone and the black and white photos, and complexities appeared in his eyes.

"Hiding sadness and showing a smile is something we ninjas have to face. The ninjas in Konoha Village all have the will of fire, and we who inherit this will will all become a family. Your father Sakumo also, for the sake of This family contributes. Kakashi, do you have this consciousness?" Hizan Sarutobi looked solemn.

"Father... Will of Fire?" Kakashi murmured, turning his eyes to firm up, as if a flame was burning in his eyes: "Yes, I will inherit my father's legacy and become part of the village, Hokage. grown ups!"

"Haha, that's amazing willpower. But before that, learn to be strong, Kakashi." Hizan Sarutobi smiled and wiped the corner of Kakashi's eyes with his wrinkled palm. It's wet tears.

"Anyway, your father is the hero of the village, and you are the son of a hero. So, Kakashi...if you want to cry, just cry, don't be patient."

He pulled Kakashi's thin body into his arms.