nucmednet Chapter 862 Obito
Chapter 862 Obito
Driven to desperation, Obito decided to throw caution to the wind and shouted, "I don't have anything good to offer anyway! Besides, even if I gave it to you, someone as arrogant as you would never even look at it! I'm not giving it to you, so what can you do about it!"
"Heh, sure enough."
Kakashi withdrew his hand, a predictable sneer playing on his lips. "I didn't expect you to come up with anything decent anyway. With your taste and abilities, whatever you give would mostly be useless clutter, just taking up space in my ninja tool pouch. Perfect."
"What did you say?! You bastard Kakashi!"
Obito was so angry he almost jumped up, pointing at Kakashi's nose and about to confront him, "Who are you calling a burden! Let's fight one-on-one if you dare!"
"Childish." Kakashi rolled his eyes, too lazy to even acknowledge him.
Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, the atmosphere in the team instantly plummeted. Lin, caught in the middle, looked troubled and tried to mediate.
at this time.
"then."
A dark shadow suddenly flew over.
Kakashi instinctively raised his hand to catch it; it was a dark black scroll with a faint chakra fluctuation on it.
"This is..." Kakashi looked at the person who threw out the scroll with a puzzled expression—Zhang Hai.
"Jonin Promotion Ceremony"
Zhang Hai crossed his arms, his voice behind the mask carrying a hint of amusement, “Since it’s a tradition of your team, I can’t be exempt. This scroll contains a short sword I used to use. Although it’s not as special as the kunai that our teacher gave you, it’s still a handy weapon. You might be able to use it when your old sword breaks.”
"Thanks, Senior Ye."
Kakashi was somewhat surprised, but still thanked him respectfully. This unexpected interlude not only provided Kakashi with a real boost, but also cleverly shifted the topic and eased the tense and awkward atmosphere.
Obito looked at the scroll, then at Zhang Hai, and muttered a few words. Although he was somewhat unwilling to be outdone, he could only shut his mouth in frustration.
"Alright, the farce is over."
Zhang Hai's voice suddenly turned cold and hard, and his aura changed accordingly, instantly transforming from a kind senior into a ruthless assassin.
"Now that we're all ready, let's get going. The battlefield won't wait for us to finish distributing the spoils."
"Yes!"
Everyone's expressions tightened, and they quickly adjusted their stance. With a few afterimages flashing by, this team, which would determine the future fate of the ninja world, officially embarked on their journey to Kannabi Bridge.
"then."
Zhang Hai casually tossed the black scroll to Kakashi, his tone relaxed, "Since it's a tradition of your team, I can't be an exception. There's a decent short sword sealed inside; consider it my gift for your Jonin promotion."
However, the scene that Kakashi was expected to catch the scroll and thank him did not occur.
The silver-haired boy merely glanced coldly at the incoming scroll, slightly shifting his body to the side, letting it glide past his shoulder and crash heavily into the mud behind him.
"I do not need."
Kakashi's voice was as cold and hard as a stone, and he didn't even turn his head. "This one sword is enough for me."
He patted the short sword on his back, which gleamed with a cold white light—it was his father, Hatake Sakumo's, heirloom, the famous "White Fang".
Zhang Hai raised an eyebrow beneath his mask, not angered by the rejection, but instead said meaningfully, "Kakashi, some things cannot be avoided. Carrying that sword means bearing the weight and legacy of the name 'White Fang.' It's not just a weapon, it's a..."
"enough!"
Before Zhang Hai could finish speaking, Kakashi suddenly exploded. He turned around abruptly, his dead fish eyes now wide open, filled with long-suppressed anger and resentment.
"Don't talk to me about any kind of legacy! And don't lump me in with that man who abandoned his mission for his comrades and ended up committing a pathetic suicide!"
Kakashi's voice was somewhat hysterical, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "I have my own ninja way! I have my own unique way of fighting! I will never repeat his mistakes!"
Clang!
With a crisp sound of being drawn from its sheath, a flash of white light appeared.
The black scroll that had fallen to the ground was sliced in two by Kakashi's sword in full view of everyone. The cut was smooth and clean, and the sealing technique within the scroll instantly collapsed, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating.
"..."
The air in the forest seemed to freeze instantly.
Obito stared at Kakashi with his mouth agape, as if he were seeing his teammate for the first time. Rin covered her mouth in shock, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Zhang Hai stared quietly at the scroll broken in two on the ground, remained silent for a moment, and then shrugged.
"Alright. It's good to have a personality. I hope your abilities match your temperament."
Kakashi didn't say anything more, but coldly sheathed his sword, turned around and strode forward, his back view stubborn and lonely.
"This kid is really going through a rebellious phase," Zhang Hai said, walking up to Shuimen with a hint of helplessness in his voice.
Minato Namikaze watched Kakashi's departing figure and sighed deeply, his usually sunny face now filled with worry.
“What happened to Sakumo-senpai was a huge blow to him,” Minato said in a low voice. “Although he outwardly inherited Sakumo’s swordsmanship, in his heart, he hates his father, who broke the rules to save his comrades, more than anyone else. He has locked himself in a shell of rules, desperately trying to prove that the rules are absolutely correct.”
Minato shook his head, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes: "I'm really worried that if this obsession isn't resolved, sooner or later it will cause him to lose even more things he cherishes, and may even ruin himself."
"Don't worry, Minato-senpai." Zhang Hai patted Minato on the shoulder, his tone becoming profound. "The process of growth is always accompanied by growing pains. After all, he is Hatake Sakumo's son, and he has that man's blood flowing through his veins. One day, he will understand what true strength is, and he will also understand his father's choice back then."
"I hope so."
Just as the two were talking, a soft and apologetic voice suddenly rang in Zhang Hai's mind.
"I'm sorry, Lord Ye!"
It was Nohara Rin. She was taking advantage of the journey to secretly connect with Zhang Hai's mind using her spiritual transformation technique.
"Kakashi isn't usually like this... He's just too concerned about his Jonin status and too eager to prove himself. He absolutely didn't mean any disrespect! Please don't be angry!"
Hearing the girl's urgent yet sincere explanation, Zhang Hai felt a warmth in his heart. In this team, Lin was the only one who had been acting as a lubricant, trying her best to maintain this fragile bond.
“It’s alright, Lin,” Zhang Hai replied in the mental world, his tone gentle. “I’m not that petty. I can be forgiving of a kid going through a period of psychological trauma. Instead of apologizing, you should pay more attention to his condition and not let his emotions affect the mission ahead.”