Slaughtering Recklessly, Fine Then

"Even the smile of a super idol isn't as sweet as yours~[1]"

Sakura Hashimoto covered her little face, her mind filled with the image of Kakashi smiling just now.

Even though she could only see one eye, he was still so handsome!

Seeing Sakura Hashimoto acting lovestruck, Kenpei Aburame felt his Ki rise.

I just stood up for you, and one smile from the villain was enough to enchant you?

After all these years of devoted waiting, I still couldn't compare to a man you had only just met?

Kenpei Aburame's heart shattered. In the end, the one who made her laugh still lost to the one who made her cry.

He roared inwardly, We're both covering half our faces, so why do you turn a blind eye to my beauty?

Meanwhile, Kakashi fully armed himself and left the border base.

As the saying went, the skilled were bold. Even without Kenpei Aburame coordinating with him, Kakashi was still somewhat confident in his ability to protect himself.

Looking at the vast forest before him, Kakashi stretched lazily.

"Is there anywhere in the world better suited for training than this?"

"When no one is around, I can train and research new ninjutsu. When people show up, I can use those new ninjutsu on them and immediately test the results of my training."

"Well, without anyone getting in my way, I don't have to worry about certain secrets being exposed either. Not bad."

Kakashi was fairly satisfied with this outcome. He just needed to be careful not to get entangled with enemy squads that were too powerful.

"Strolling beneath the setting sun, I absorb the essence of the sun and moon Ki."

"Be careful when guns go off by accident—I fucking prefer cold weapons.[2]"

Pulling White Fang from the chest of the person before him, Kakashi gently wiped the blood from its blade and let the corpse collapse to the ground.

"That makes seventy-nine. Things have really been unsettled lately."

With a few flickers, Kakashi vanished into the forest.

The commotion from the fight just now had not been small. If nothing unexpected happened, at least four or five squads would come to investigate soon. Since he was alone, it was best to get away early.

After confirming a place was safe, Kakashi sat cross-legged on a tree branch and began his training for the day.

"A year has passed, and my progress is getting slower and slower."

Kakashi's chakra reserves had now reached roughly eight or nine Kakashi units, but their growth had become increasingly sluggish recently and was gradually stabilizing.

Kakashi understood that his golden period of growth as a ninja was likely nearing its end.

The Natural Energy within his body also seemed to have accumulated to a certain limit. It had shown no signs of increasing for a long time.

However, with the help of that mysterious senjutsu, he had become increasingly proficient in using Natural Energy. Not only had he developed several pseudo-senjutsu ninjutsu, but he also felt that his chakra and Natural Energy were beginning to show signs of merging.

"Lord Third has already been urging me to return. Other places need manpower too, so it looks like I need to hurry."

Kakashi opened his eyes, leaped up, and vanished into the shadows once more.

Who knew how many days had passed when Kakashi, standing in the shadows, smiled faintly.

"After tracking you for so long, I finally found you."

Two groups of ninja were fighting ahead of him, and one of the figures looked especially familiar.

"Bastard, that guy is the real leader!" one ninja shouted.

"Unfortunately, you realized it too late." Murakami tossed aside the corpse in his hand and calmly ordered, "Move faster. This area hasn't been very safe lately."

Kakashi silently appeared behind a ninja keeping watch in a tree, then viciously slit his throat with a backhanded kunai stroke.

That ninja did not even have the chance to groan before his life was gone.

Gently placing the corpse atop a thick branch, Kakashi made not the slightest sound as he continued creeping closer.

Of the two squads fighting, one was Murakami's squad. The other's identity was still unknown, but it was clearly not from Konoha.

Kakashi sighed. "Konoha has truly been infiltrated like a sieve."

The other squad had fallen for Murakami's same old trick and lost the initiative. Several members had died one after another, leaving only their strongest captain struggling to hold on.

Murakami's squad had four people. Aside from Murakami and the lookout Kakashi had killed, the remaining two were beating the poor captain senseless.

Murakami now had a free hand and prepared to join the battle.

The moment he entered the fray, that guy on the other side would become his bounty.

But at that moment, a figure burst from the earth and cleaved one of Murakami's teammates in two with a single slash.

The short blade flipped in the figure's hand and swept sideways. Not only did its momentum not lessen, it sliced across Murakami's other teammate's abdomen at an even faster speed.

That teammate dropped to his knees in agony. The figure behind him looked at him coldly before bringing the blade down in a heavy strike.

Both sides on the field were startled.

Everything had happened too quickly. In only a brief instant, the battle had completely changed.

Seeing the arcs of electricity dancing along the short blade and that strange mask, the captain was horrified. "You're Silver Lightning!"

Silver Lightning—that was Kakashi's current title.

Over the past year, at least a dozen elite squads had fallen to Kakashi's hand.

But Kakashi was only one person, and inevitably, some fish had slipped through the net and escaped from him.

Kakashi's name had spread through the ninja who fled back alive.

A silver-haired man whose short blade was like lightning descending from the heavens, capable of cutting through every obstacle before it!

The captain glanced at Murakami in the distance and said, "Silver Lightning, that man is extremely powerful. Why don't the two of us join forces and deal with him first—"

Before the captain could finish, he fell straight to the ground.

Kakashi, who had been standing before him moments ago, had somehow appeared behind him and stabbed straight through his heart.

"Those who invade my land shall be killed without mercy."

Kakashi did not take the captain's proposal seriously at all.

How could he possibly trust someone like that to watch his back? He might just stab him in the back, so it was better to stab him to death first.

Murakami looked at Kakashi, drew his long sword, and tensed every muscle in his body with extreme caution.

"White Fang's son. We meet again. I told you that one day, you would become famous throughout the Shinobi World. I just didn't expect it to happen so soon."

Kakashi smiled. "I also told you that my White Fang would be buried in your chest."

"Why wait for another day? How about today?"

Murakami sneered. "Killing me won't be so easy. Sharp words alone won't be enough."

[1] "Your Smile Is Sweeter Than a Super Idol's"

[2] Kill the Game