A Man Is a Sword × White Fang of the Leaf Seeks Guidance

It's him... White Fang of the Leaf!

"It's Uncle White Fang!"

The tree split in two, the cut surface as smooth as a mirror... As the smoke and dust cleared, the green ninja vest worn by the man was revealed, along with the short sword on his back that had reaped countless lives.

Shisui and Itachi stopped what they were doing and turned to look. A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the Shinobu's innocent eyes.

The former was filled with admiration and excitement... as if they had met their idol!

The latter seemed lost in thought, glanced discreetly at his Nii-san, silently squatted down, carefully re-hung the spilled pebbles back into the basket, hung them on the tip of the knife, and continued wielding it...

A gentle breeze stirred, causing the bangs of the group to sway.

Behind the collapsing tree, White Fang of the Leaf, wielding his Chakra short sword "White Fang," became a legend in the ninja world, having single-handedly carried out 27 S-rank missions.

Next, including Sha Xi's parents, both their battle record and current strength surpass those of the Sannin, making them undeniably Kage-level figures. They didn't seem to care at being discovered, simply smiling and waving to the group, saying, "Sorry, I didn't disturb your training, did I?"

The man arrived uninvited, a glint in his eye as he noticed the nearly hundred-meter-long trench Crescent Moon Slash into the ground by Roy's crescent-shaped slash... His gaze shifted before finally settling on Roy, and he stepped over the tree and walked slowly towards him.

"The training ground is for everyone, Uncle White Fang doesn't need to apologize, just go ahead and..."

Roy sheathed his sword, faced White Fang, and glanced at Shisui: "I don't recall telling you to stop."

Oops... I got too excited!

Shisui's small body trembled, and he hurriedly imitated Itachi, gathering the fallen pebbles back into the basket, hanging it on the tip of his sword, and continuing to swing his sword... As soon as the snow-white blade flashed, he lost his previous focus, and would always be distracted, dropping a few pebbles. Clearly... the arrival of White Fang made it difficult for the little boy to calm down.

"Shisui of the Body Flicker" and "White Fang of the Leaf" are both Ninja known for their speed, but one relies on the power of his Sharingan, while the other is driven by lightning Chakra. It's hard to say... Shisui made a great name for himself on the battlefield in the future, unaffected by Sakumo Hatake.

"Shisui,"

"Nii-san, I'm here."

"If I ever see you drop even one more pebble,"

"Itachi... just add a thousand more hits."

"Why, Nii-san? It's my fault, why should Itachi take the punishment for me?"

Shisui asked, puzzled, his hand movements becoming distorted again due to distraction, and he accidentally spilled two pebbles.

"Because you are brothers, and comrades... two thousand..."

"Brother... comrade..." The sound of footsteps echoed...

Hearing the Sun-Earring Boy's Sun-Earring Boy and observing his actions, Sakumo Hatake stepped to Roy's side and stood still. He saw Shisui give an "oh," then dejectedly straighten his stance and resume swinging his sword, this time no longer daring to be distracted. He said Youyou, "I used to only think you were a skilled Swordsmanship, a good prospect for sword training, but I never expected..."

"Your awareness is so profound."

"The Will of Fire is inexhaustible; it's all taught at school." Roy opened his right hand, picked up a fallen leaf, and held it up to the sunlight. The leaf's veins were distinct, its green leaves vibrant, and its handsome face, resembling three parts Fugaku and seven parts Mikoto, inexplicably exuded a calm and peaceful aura. This startled Sakumo Hatake, who, after a moment, smiled serenely.

"The school doesn't teach people how to bomb the school."

"Believe me, every student dreams of blowing up their school. Didn't Uncle White Fang ever think about it?"

"Me?" Sakumo Hatake was taken aback. He actually stroked his chin and pondered for a long while before saying, "I didn't bomb the school, but..."

""

The man winked mischievously at Roy: "I did beat someone up in the toilet once."

Uh... Roy glanced at him sideways, "You... you were a bully back in the day?"

His impression was crumbling... Seemingly noticing the Sun-Earring Boy's suspicious gaze... Sakumo Hatake mimicked him, his eyes widening. "What, he stole my knife, so I can't hit him?"

"Then they certainly deserved it." "I see," Roy said seriously, "The sword is a swordsman's life."

"Yes, the sword is a swordsman's life." Sakumo Hatake watched the Sun-Earring Boy release the green leaf, letting it swirl and drift away in the wind, a trace of sorrow flashing in his eyes. He slowly said, "It's a pity... I can't fight him now even if I wanted to."

"Dead?"

"Dead."

Sakumo Hatake gazed at the sky with a melancholy look in his eyes, the drifting white clouds seeming like the shadows of old friends. "You probably won't believe it, but he died protecting me."

"I believe you," Roy looked up at the sky with him on this bright midday, as the two children practiced their swords beside him. He said in a deep voice, "Father once told me that 'spare the rod and spoil the child.' He was willing to die to protect Uncle White Fang, so he must have accepted you as his companion."

Sakumo Hatake was slightly taken aback. Indeed, as Roy said, the man he was back then died with a smile on his face.

Sakumo Hatake still remembers what he looked like: chubby, with a thick beard, always had a blade of grass in his mouth, and would often tease him... Kazuya.

"Fugaku?"

"That doesn't sound like something he would say."

Sakumo Hatake snapped out of his daze, looked at the Sun-Earring Boy again, and said with no small amount of admiration in his eyes, "To be honest, I'm liking you more and more."

Roy smiled, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, and said brightly, "Many people say that, Uncle White Fang, you're not the first."

"Heh heh heh... Is that so?" Sakumo Hatake was speechless, looking intently at the Sun-Earring Boy before him. "I believe you."

His gaze then shifted downwards, settling on the knife in the Sun-Earring Boy's right hand. Asauchi- straight, like his White Fang, without the slightest curve, just like a person... who didn't seem like a liar. After a moment, he said, "Roy, could you let me see your knife?"

Eclipse?

The Asauchi, emitting a sharp sword cry, as if in response to Roy's call.

You need to know your real name when interpreting swastika!

Upon hearing the Sakumo Hatake murmured repeatedly, "Eclipse."

Looking up again, he chuckled and said, "It seems it's not entirely willing."

The man bowed Asauchi and said, "I apologize for my intrusion."

Roy lowered his eyes, and with a tender touch, ran a finger along the blade of the Asauchi sword, from the hilt, the hilt, the edge, to the tip, as if to say, "Please excuse my poor attempt to impress Uncle White Fang."

"My child has been with me since he was little and only recognizes me, so... he looks a bit unfamiliar."

From a young age, Sakumo Hatake's eyes flickered slightly. He had initially thought that this sword was a gift from Fugaku to his son, but it seemed... it was more than that.

"Yin-"

Another sword rang out, sharper than before... Eclipse was enjoying Roy's massage, extremely pleased, even... the tip of the blade involuntarily flicked upwards slightly.

Roy sensed its emotions, gently patted the blade to signal it to be quiet, then looked up at Sakumo Hatake and said in Sun-Earring Boy deep voice, "Uncle White Fang didn't come here just to chat with me, did he?"

"Of course, chatting is also... chatting about swords!"

With a clang, White Fang of the Leaf drew his short sword from his back and looked solemnly at the Sun-Earring Boy, saying, "Jin, I can't handle the sword, Swordsmanship... I'd like to ask for your guidance."