Gentle White Fang!

In the 19th year of Konoha, on the Wind Country front of the Sand Ninja battlefield, the front line had been pushed forward by 20 percent under Nara Toyama's leadership. The battlefield was filled with smoke and the din of battle shook the heavens. Hatake Sakumo moved through the enemy formation as freely as a bolt of white lightning. With a flash of the white blade in his hand, yet another Sand Ninja Chunin fell to the ground with a cry. His gaze was cold and resolute, as if nothing could block his advancing footsteps.

"Captain, wait for me! You run too fast!" Akimichi Deyang shouted at the top of his lungs as he chased after him with all his might. His face was covered in sweat and his breathing was somewhat ragged. Hatake Sakumo stopped in his tracks, looked back at Akimichi Deyang, and helplessly massaged his forehead as he said, "You're just too slow." Although his voice was somewhat cold, a gentle care was hidden beneath his mask.

"Captain, please don't run so fast next time; I can't even keep up," Akimichi Deyang panted heavily. "And watch your safety!" Hatake Sakumo instructed once more. He knew that on this cruel battlefield, the slightest carelessness could cost one's life. Akimichi Deyang nodded, and a warm current welled up in his heart. He knew that although the captain usually seemed very strict, he actually cared about them deeply.

Just at that moment, another flurry of battle cries rang out from not far away. Hatake Sakumo's eyes sharpened as he said, "Let's go, we're moving on." With that, he charged into the enemy formation once again. Akimichi Deyang followed without the slightest hesitation, their figures surging through the battlefield like an unstoppable torrent, fighting valiantly to eliminate the enemy for Konoha's