Konoha: Starting the Game as Yoriichi

With a single slash, everything was obliterated.

The attacks of the First Hokage, the Second Hokage, and Hatake Sakumo were all destroyed. The crescent-shaped sword aura cut through the sky, continuing far into the distance before finally dissipating. Along its path, countless houses and buildings were neatly sliced open, as smooth as if a flat mirror had been cut, carving a long trench through the village.

"What a powerful slash!"

"Is that really a strike a ninja can unleash? Even though I was mentally prepared, my heart still shakes every time I see it." Kurenai patted her chest, her beautiful red eyes filled with shock.

She looked at the unharmed Kusuo, who still stood there with a calm, indifferent expression. His young body seemed slightly thin. But just by standing there, his back was as majestic as a mountain, suppressing heaven and earth.

One person, comparable to an army of thousands.

Opposite the boy stood the legendary "God of Shinobi," the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, and his successor, the man known as the master of Water Style, the Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju. The other person was a reanimated body that looked much more vivid: the former leader of the entire ANBU, a top-tier powerhouse, the White Fang of Konoha—Hatake Sakumo.

"Father..." Kakashi recognized his father at a glance, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. Then he looked at Orochimaru's eyes, which were filled with a disregard for life and a sense of amusement at everything. Kakashi was enraged. A nameless fire ignited in his heart.

That bastard Orochimaru. How on earth did he get his hands on my father's body?!

In that instant, an old, dark face appeared in his mind.

Danzo!

Besides Danzo, no one could have secretly infiltrated the Hatake graveyard during this chaos and stolen the body. No one knew where the White Fang was buried after he was forced to commit suicide. This was also why, in the original story, Kabuto could not reanimate the White Fang—by that time, Danzo was already dead, and no one else knew the location of his remains.

And now, his most respected and admired father had been dug up from his grave and used as a raw material for the Impure World Reincarnation. An intense rage surged into Kakashi's heart. His exposed right eye instantly filled with blood vessels.

"Raikiri!"

Fast. A figure as fast as lightning. Arriving in the blink of an eye. In almost a single breath, Kakashi had already raised the electric blade of his Raikiri and broken through to Orochimaru's front.

The Raikiri. Kakashi's ultimate ninjutsu. An S-rank technique. It was the evolved version of the Chidori. Whether in terms of penetration or speed, when used by Kakashi at his jonin level, it was incomparable to the Chidori Sasuke had learned. Its power was on a completely different level.

The jonin below were stunned, their mouths agape, not expecting Kakashi to strike so quickly. It was too sudden. Everyone just watched, wide-eyed. To open with the Raikiri, one could imagine how deep the hatred in Kakashi's heart was.

CRACK!

Sizzle~

The next second, in Kakashi's widening, incredulous pupils, the White Fang of Konoha held his sword and blocked Orochimaru's path.

"Kakashi..."

The White Fang, who had been reanimated by Orochimaru using another pure white arm, possessed a great deal of his former strength, and had also recovered a good portion of his consciousness. Seeing himself involuntarily blocking a blow for the jutsu's caster, Orochimaru, against his own son, Kakashi, a struggling look flickered in Hatake Sakumo's eyes. Seeing the grown-up appearance of Kakashi, Sakumo's hand, holding the sword, even trembled slightly.

"Hoh hoh hoh~. How interesting," Orochimaru sneered. Even with the flashing lightning of the Raikiri just a few feet from his nose, his face showed no panic. He calmly watched Hatake Sakumo and Kakashi locked together, the mockery on his face growing stronger.

"How does it feel to fight your own father, Kakashi? I didn't expect this trip to Konoha to be such an eye-opener. First, I have the former Hokage fight their successor, and now, a father fighting his son. I'm starting to feel quite proud of my masterpiece."

"Hahahaha."

Watching Orochimaru throw his head back and laugh with得意 (déyì) - smug - arrogance, everyone below secretly clenched their fists, their knuckles cracking.

Too arrogant! Too humiliating!

Only Orochimaru could treat the world's most tragic and impossible things as a source of amusement, and never tire of it.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Kakashi drew his own kunai and threw them at Orochimaru, aiming for his eyes. Unfortunately, the White Fang's skill was too great. With a single swing of his sword, he blocked all the projectiles thrown at Orochimaru.

"Sigh. Cousin, let me handle this," a sigh was heard from behind Kakashi.

The joys and sorrows of the human world are not always shared. Kusuo didn't feel Kakashi's anger deeply, but that didn't stop him from intervening to end this painful battle. To raise a weapon against one's own father... such a thing was better off not happening.

SWISH!

With a light upward slash, Kusuo's strike forced the White Fang to disengage from Kakashi. The White Fang's agility was on full display for all to see. He swung his own blade, carrying the same aura that could cut through anything. The roof beams beneath his feet were nearly shattered by this one slash.

"A good strike," Kusuo said, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the incoming slash. With a backhand swing of his own, the two sword auras collided.

BOOM!!!

They annihilated each other.

Hatake Sakumo, as expected of a standout among Kage-level experts, and perhaps even stronger. To be able to block head-on and counter with a similar slash, his strength could not be underestimated.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

A series of rapid footsteps echoed. The man known as the White Fang of Konoha pushed off lightly with his feet, the ceiling cracking under the force. He then shot into the air like a rocket, the short blade in his hand swinging out a white, crescent-moon-like sword aura, slashing towards Kusuo's head.

Swoosh!

This slash was the epitome of speed. Unlike Kusuo's slashes, which were grand, atmospheric, and astonishingly destructive, even carrying ultimate elemental transformations, the White Fang of Konoha, Hatake Sakumo, had made his name in the ninja world relying solely on a sword technique that was refined beyond refinement.

Therefore, this slash was simple and unadorned, yet it possessed a sharpness that could cut through anything. And its movements, its speed, were so fast that the eyes of the jonin below could not even capture it.

"Such fluid movement, such a concise swing... although the timing is wrong, to be able to see Uncle Sakumo's swordsmanship once again is truly moving," Asuma couldn't help but sigh. Kurenai, at his side, nodded in agreement. Their minds were completely captivated by the elegance of this one slash, their minds recalling the glory days of Konoha.

A foreign ninja who encountered the White Fang was permitted to retreat, and it would not be considered a failure. Such a fearsome reputation relied solely on the sword in his hand.

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