Chapter 153 - 154
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Chapter 153 Ayan is super strong
After collapsing due to a sophisticated Sealing Jutsu, Kurokō awoke to find himself in the lowest level of the Yumoku Clan's underground palace, his hands bound behind his back by Ninja tools, and his Chakra almost completely stagnant.
It took him a long time to change from a side-lying position to a cross-legged one, sitting upright to quietly observe his surroundings.
A strange, deathly silence enveloped the area. A few flickering candle flames barely illuminated the ground, but the ceiling above remained shrouded in darkness, like the gaping maw of a giant beast, ready to pounce and devour him at any moment.
Countless runes extended and intertwined beneath him, forming a massive black net that held him firmly captive.
A faint light emanated from a deep cave entrance opposite him, accompanied by approaching footsteps.
The face he had seen countless times in his nightmares gradually emerged from the darkness, looking much older than when he last saw him, yet still bearing the same greed as before.
Kurolo forced a false smile, his face full of wrinkles, and said, "Ayan, how does it feel to have wandered outside for so many years?"
Kurokō did not reply, only watching him with caution and disgust.
As if he had expected no response, Kurolo placed the candlestick on the table and sighed to himself.
"Well, I've already let you enjoy freedom for so long. There should be no regrets if you die now, right?"
He turned to look at Kurokō, who remained silent, and spoke in a gentle, fatherly tone: "Our little Ayan is truly clever. To have escaped before becoming a sacrifice and hidden for so many years."
"I suppose your Secret Technique has advanced to another level, hasn't it?"
"That's why, after obtaining your heart, the Yumoku Clan will have hope of becoming one of the top Ninja Clans in the Ninja World!"
Kurolo envisioned the future, as if the Yumoku Clan's dream of controlling the world was already within reach.
His foolish and short-sighted demeanor made Kurokō sneer repeatedly.
"With just you all?"
After many years of struggling outside, he wouldn't even dare to claim a correct understanding of the contemporary powerhouses in the Ninja World, let alone the Yumoku Clan, which had almost become a Merchant family.
Their mastery of Ninjutsu was probably inferior to that of low-level Ninja in the great Ninja Villages.
And yet, they still deluded themselves into thinking that a mere heart could bring prosperity to their clan. It was truly a pipe dream.
The Yumoku Clan had not fought against true Ninja for too long; they simply did not know the extent of what the most powerful Ninja could achieve.
Since he likely couldn't escape anyway, why not provoke his opponent before he died?
"Have you ever considered," Kurokō asked with a puzzled expression and a sincere tone, "that a Konoha Jonin-led squad could capture me? Am I really that strong?"
Kurolo froze in place, while Kurokō continued to ramble.
"Did they tell you that the Uchiha who finally sealed me looked like he wasn't even ten years old?"
"That is truly powerful Blood Release. Compared to the Uchiha Sharingan, what use could my heart possibly be?"
"Ultimately, using a heart as a raw material to increase the probability of Blood Release awakening, isn't that just false information you got from who knows where?"
"Silence!!!"
Kurolo's rough, hoarse roar echoed through the entire underground space, followed by his hurried gasps and his condemnation of Kurokō's "ignorance."
"What do you know! That was reliable intelligence I bought with a lot of silver in the black market!"
"Isn't it just the Uchiha?! Once all of us in the Yumoku Clan awaken Blood Release, a mere Uchiha will be nothing!"
"I've changed my mind. I originally intended to let you live a few more days, until that important day... but it seems unnecessary!"
Kurolo pulled a short knife from his Pregnant and kicked Kurokō, who was still staring at him with a mocking gaze. He then leaned down, raised his right hand high, and was about to stab down.
Clang—
A flash of cold light. The short knife was deflected by a projectile that flew from unknown origins, leaving a long, deep cut on his palm, and blood immediately flowed.
"Who?!"
Kurolo ignored his injury and quickly scanned his surroundings, trying to find the attacker.
Kurokō sat up, and the next moment, he felt someone lightly pat his shoulder. He reflexively glanced to his side.
The person was about his height, wearing a loose black robe that completely covered their body. Only the hand on his shoulder suggested that the person was likely a slender, fair-skinned young man.
The hood concealed the person's entire face in shadow. Feeling the gaze, the person turned their head, and a white mask on their face was exposed in the candlelight as they moved.
The mask had no patterns, only two human-eye-shaped holes for the eyes and a horizontal slit for the mouth. When viewed from below, the curves on either side of the mouth were downturned, like the corners of a sad person's mouth.
Perhaps completely unafraid of fighting Kurolo, the person showed no intention of concealing their Chakra or launching a sneak attack. They simply stood there, waiting to be discovered.
The patting sound was very faint, but in Kurolo's ears, it was like a clap of thunder.
He quickly turned to the direction of the sound and, upon seeing the mysterious visitor who seemed to have appeared out of thin air, his heart pounded and his hands and feet began to sweat.
To have silently infiltrated the heavily guarded underground palace, this person's strength was not to be underestimated.
--Could he be after Kurokō's heart, wanting to claim it for himself?
"How did you get in here, you bastard!"
While thinking, Kurolo roared, clapped his hands together, and was about to activate Ninjutsu to test the intruder, but found his body suddenly stiff, unable to move even a single finger.
What terrified him even more was that his internal organs were faintly aching, and all his Chakra was extremely chaotic.
Having controlled Kurolo, the young man chided Kurokō, "That was very dangerous. I almost didn't make it."
His voice was slightly muffled by the mask, but it still couldn't hide the teasing tone that permeated it.
"Are you just giving up?"
"Pretty much," Kurokō shrugged casually. "There's no other way, so I might as well mess with him."
"You're so calm. Aren't you afraid I'm here to kill you?"
"Doesn't look like it."
"Hmm, congratulations, you guessed right."
The young man's voice carried a smile as he patted Kurokō's shoulder once more.
Immediately, the Ninja tool shackles on Kurokō's hands loosened and shattered, and the Sealing Jutsu that had bound his body also lost its effect.
Kurokō stretched his limbs. Out of politeness to his savior, he still asked, "You don't mind if I kill him, do you?"
"Be my guest."
The young man tilted his head slightly and gestured for him to do as he pleased, even thoughtfully asking, "Do you need me to release the Ninjutsu so you two can have a fair fight?"
"No, it feels kind of disgusting."
Just imagining himself and Kurolo mutually slaughtering each other while tearing out each other's hearts made Kurokō's skin crawl. He gave the young man a speechless look.
"You shouldn't need me to prove my strength with him, right?"
"Of course," even with his expression hidden behind the mask, his unique aura conveyed that the young man was smiling, "I know Ayan is super strong."
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Chapter 154: Deputy Chief?...The Truth?
"Ugh."
How cloying.
Kurokō suddenly felt that he would rather fight this damned old man.
With a disgusted and indignant expression, he took two steps to the side, pulled out the short sword that had been knocked away earlier from his feet, and returned in front of the old geezer.
He neatly chopped down the thing he had always dreamed of killing, then wiped the blood from his hands with the opponent's sleeve, and finally exhaled a turbid breath.
Having taken care of everything that needed to be done, he raised an eyebrow at the young man: "Let's go." Before his words fell, he had already walked quite a distance.
The young man quickly followed, still feigning innocence: "I haven't said anything yet."
"Saving me isn't just so I can work for you, is it?"
"Ah, our Ayan is so smart."
Kurokō muttered in a low voice: "Don't call me so intimately, it's disgusting."
"That's how we show we're good friends," the young man said with a grin, leaning closer, "Why don't you call me that too?"
"Then what's your name?"
"I…"
The young man's fingertips touched the mask on his face, and he was silent for a long time.
It wasn't until the two emerged from underground, precisely at the moment the last ray of sunset disappeared below the horizon.
The world lost its last trace of light, and then, the stars gathered into a brilliant Milky Way, dominating the night sky.
He stood upright under the infinite stars, holding his hands out, as if welcoming the cheers of all living beings in the world.
"My name is Jin."
"Jin, as in ashes."
"I am an evil spirit born from the ashes of others' burning."
"Revenge and battle are my mission."
"Until the entire hypocritical and rotten Ninja World is burned to ashes, I will not stop."
"Kurokō, be my companion."
He extended his hand to the person who was also enveloped by darkness and unable to stop struggling, with the starlight of the heavens as witness.
"After the great fire extinguishes, I will create a new world from the ashes."
"Sounds interesting."
Kurokō felt that he had finally encountered something amusing in his boring and cruel life, and reached out to grasp the hand of his first friend.
Suddenly remembering something, he smacked his lips and asked: "Just in case, let me understand first, how many of us are there right now?"
Jin raised his hand and made a 'V' sign, happily replying: "Two people."
Kurokō closed his eyes, his intuition telling him that the future was bleak.
"With just this, you still want to create a new world?"
"We're just starting, you know. When we grow bigger and stronger, you'll be the vice-leader."
"That's more like it. So what do I do now?"
"You go stay with an organization for a while… I still have some trouble to deal with here…"
"Tsk, can you even do it…?"
…Watching Kurokō leave with a White Zetsu, heading towards their destination, Jin leaped from the top of the giant tree, landing lightly, and squinted at the shadow of a large tree to his front left.
A nearly ethereal black humanoid figure emerged from it, nodding at him.
"As a separated will of Lord Madara, why are you always so sneaky?"
Jin's face, hidden behind his mask, held a playful expression as he teased: "Could it be, Black Zetsu, that you are the darker part of his Lord Madara's heart?"
Black Zetsu did not answer this question, but professionally conveyed the order: "Lord Madara said to return quickly once things are done. He doesn't have much time left and needs to teach you many things urgently."
"I feel Lord Madara can still last for many years."
Jin — or rather, the sub-personality performed by Uchiha Naraku — slowly reverted to his original appearance, his looks also regressing to his youth.
The youthful disguise earlier was a special transformation jutsu that wouldn't reveal any Chakra abnormalities nor be easily broken. Its only drawback was that it could only transform into different age stages of himself.
However, for him, this was just right.
Black Zetsu urged helplessly: "You'd better hurry, I can't help you if Lord Madara gets angry."
"Alright, alright."
Naraku stomped on the ground, and another White Zetsu emerged from beneath his shadow, twisting and deforming its body to wrap around his clothes, carrying him as they used the Mayfly technique to move rapidly towards the Mountain Prison… Meanwhile, at the cliff where Uchiha Naraku fell.
Uchiha Entō and Uchiha Fūyō arrived, travel-worn, and gasped at the sight of the cliff that had clearly collapsed and broken not long ago.
The area for several hundred meters was completely ruined and desolate, with overturned soil and rocks scattered chaotically across the ground.
It was as if countless beasts had burst forth from deep underground, churning the earth into the current state of collapse and disarray.
A massive gap at the distant cliff edge, like a mark left after being violently smashed, spoke of how enormous and terrifying the perpetrator must have been.
It had been nearly a week since the incident, so remaining clues were likely scarce, but the Uchiha had their own methods to find traces left by their clansmen's Chakra.
Entō unrolled a scroll; the intricate incantations on the paper, stimulated by residual Chakra, seemed to come alive, moving and swirling everywhere.
"First Lightning Release and Fire Release… then…"
Fūyō, meanwhile, summoned his Ninja Cat, Hiyori, asking her to help confirm the scent.
Although Ninja Cats' sense of smell was slightly inferior to Ninja Dogs, it was still much stronger than humans, and Hiyori's sniffing talent was exceptional even among Ninja Cats.
"It's here, meow~"
Hiyori trotted to a spot near the cliff, pawing at the dirt a couple of times to indicate Fūyō should look there.
"There's the smell of blood, meow" Hiyori explained, peering over the edge of the gap, "And it's very strange, it suddenly started here, and then abruptly disappeared at the very edge there, meow"
"Blood traces disappearing… consistent with the report of falling off a cliff."
Fūyō thought of the perpetually melancholic young man meeting his end here, and felt a heavy stone pressing on his chest, a constant, dull ache.
He shook his head, temporarily casting aside the worries, and continued to ask in a deep voice: "Where were the others at that time?"
Hiyori sniffed carefully, then moved to a spot two or three steps away: "Here, it seems someone was heavily injured and fell down, meow."
Entō walked over, and seeing the text on the scroll suddenly become chaotic, his eyes darkened abruptly.
"According to the mission report, only the captain, Naraku, and the target were fighting here. If the one who fell was the captain, how did the mission target, after being captured, force Naraku to jump off the cliff?"
"You mean the injured person was the mission target?"
Fūyō's breathing grew rapid, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest, as he realized a truth terrifying for the Uchiha.
"Naraku… he was assassinated by his companion, the captain…"
After a brief moment of chaos, the runes transformed into a swarm of tadpoles, circling into a whirlpool on the yellowed scroll page, slowly rotating.
Even though the realization of the truth had profoundly shaken him, Entō instinctively analyzed the clues displayed by the scroll.
"Not a Five Elements Release, but vast, intense—"
"This is… Dōjutsu Power (Pupil Power) unique to the Uchiha…"
"Mangekyo?!"Chapter 155 - 156
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Chapter 155 Even if it is just an illusion
Naraku was effortlessly brought back to the Mountain Prison by White Zetsu, and he couldn't help but exclaim:
"White Zetsu truly lives up to its name as a versatile material; even when used as a single-person high-speed train, it's exceptionally efficient."
As he pondered these random thoughts, Naraku had barely stepped a few paces into the underground cavern when he felt a dull pain in his chest. He quickly pulled off his mask.
Sure enough, before he could even inhale half a breath, he began to cough violently, spitting out two mouthfuls of crimson blood between gasps.
"Cough, cough..."
Ever since his fall, his bloodline limit sickness had worsened day by day. If not for the popularity points sustaining him, he probably wouldn't have lived long enough for Madara to heal him.
Hashirama cells were potent, but Madara still needed to make some adjustments; he couldn't just use them directly on Naraku. Otherwise, the corpses hanging from the trees would be the result.
Madara glanced at Naraku, who was wiping blood with his sleeve, seemingly unconcerned by the latter's affliction. He retorted coldly, "What's so good about that inferior bloodline that you had to go out and save him?"
Naraku wiped away the blood, and once the pain subsided, his coughing stopped.
He slightly curved his lips upward, displaying a smile with the face that gave Madara a favorable impression. There was no self-pity or despondency, despite being a terminally ill patient.
"Lord Madara, completing the plan certainly can't rely solely on me. Otherwise, who knows how many years it would take to revive you."
Madara watched the young man actively trying to take credit, and said, with a tone of disappointment, "I already have arrangements for such matters."
"But I've seen that fellow named Nagato; he seems rather dull and unresponsive, not someone who would act according to your wishes. We need a backup plan, don't we?"
Naraku placed his hands on the back of the chair, circling Madara from behind.
Like a bird feigning happiness, even in such a dark and oppressive environment, he could sing a strange, unsettling song while spitting blood, leaving no one in peace.
"You're too loud! Go train!"
"Alright, alright. Oh, by the way, Lord Madara."
Just as he was about to head to the training ground, Naraku remembered the new name he had given his sub-personality and turned back to announce his new alias.
"My name is Jhin. Please don't call me Naraku anymore."
Madara felt inexplicably annoyed, snorted, and forcefully ignored the message: "No matter who you are, to me, you'll always be called a stupid brat."
He couldn't understand why he was always dissatisfied with Uchiha Naraku's sub-personality, even though the sub-personality was more desperate and insane, and skilled at disguise, deception, and lying.
Perhaps it was because the other party was always chattering, just too noisy.
"How mean! And here I was, worshipping Lord Madara as my idol... Back then, you were so magnificent..."
"Stupid brat, aren't you annoying?"
"Look at you, getting impatient again..."
Seeing Madara's graying hair almost stand on end, Naraku quickly made his escape... When he decided to create a new alias, Naraku chose to give "Jhin" a different bloodline limit as a means of attack, other than the Sharingan, to avoid revealing the connection between the alias and his main body too early.
So he had already exchanged for a cost-effective new bloodline that didn't conflict with his original abilities: the Ninjutsu of Black Flame.
Based on intensely hot flames, supplemented by immense lightning, it possessed both the destructive power of raging inferno and the devastation of a grand natural disaster.
Compared to Ninjutsu, "Black Flame" was perhaps more akin to the superpowers Naraku knew from various fantasy works in his previous life, controlled freely and at will, capable of creating unique shapes that were as cool as could be.
It was guaranteed to become one of the most captivating villains in naruto.
Just as he arrived at the training ground and stood still, Naraku was considering finding an opportunity soon to show the animator that he had awakened a new bloodline limit, when he heard the system notify him that two more episodes of the anime had been updated.
Excellent. It was finally time to decide which path to take in the future.
Naraku sat cross-legged, pretending to extract Chakra, but in reality, he had already retreated into his mental space and clicked on the anime to watch.
—
He had just skipped the opening theme, and before he could even clearly see the opening scene, the screen was already densely packed with bullet comments.
[This episode is high-octane throughout! Non-combat personnel, evacuate immediately!]
[Brothers and sisters, this episode is super sweet!]
[Friends, take my advice, skip to 8 minutes and 35 seconds, and go straight for the candy!]
[I don't believe you! Won't it just give me a heart attack?]
[Get your tissues ready, that's all I can tell you.]
Kakashi and his teammates entered Konoha with the morning light. After greeting each other, they dispersed in different directions.
The animator must have skipped the report and directly showed the scene where Minato went to find Kushina.
Noticing Kushina's unusual state, he quickly entered the room to ask what had happened, only to be caught off guard by a piece of devastating news.
"Naraku... is dead..."
[Hearing others say this news, my heart still aches so much.]
[My heart feels like it's been sliced into knife-cut noodles.]
[naraku fans are truly in so much pain...]
[Minato is barely holding it together. Sakumo's entire family is so tragic.]
[Smart people can all realize there's something wrong with this, but Hiruzen Sarutobi just doesn't care.]
When Kana came out from the inner room and saw Minato, she knew that Kakashi had also returned to the village.
Facing her clan sister's earnest persuasion, she gently shook her head, stating directly that she would not argue with Kakashi.
She knew Naraku wouldn't want to see such a thing; if that fool knew in heaven, he would surely blame her for making so many people grieve for him.
Tears dripped one by one onto the cold iron, and Kana sobbed, pouring out her regret.
"I just really regret... that I didn't dare to ask anything back then..."
"If I had been more direct, would they have reconciled earlier?"
"Then Naraku wouldn't have... felt all alone when he died..."
[Kana... boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo]
[For the rest of her life, she will repeatedly ask herself why.]
[I feel like Kana is imagining Naraku's despair before his death over and over again, and I'm about to break down too.]
[Naraku, who was once her spiritual pillar, has met such a fate. Kana is strong not to have gone insane.]
Kana arrived at the Hospital entrance in a daze, looking down at the forehead protector in her hand. All the excuses, comforts, and instructions she had prepared earlier were gone; her mind was empty, as if her soul had been extracted.
After a long while, she noticed Kakashi walking out of the Hospital with his hands in his pockets, approaching her.
The young man's figure grew closer and closer. In her blur, she seemed to see another figure accompanying him, with a tall posture, hair gently swaying in the wind, revealing dark eyes, and a gentle, compassionate expression as he looked at her.
--Ah... Naraku... She blinked hard, pushing the tears back into her eyes. As her vision cleared again, the illusion also vanished.
[Poor Kana is even having hallucinations.]
[Even if it's an illusion, he still stays by Kakashi's side.]
[Or perhaps in Kana's heart, Naraku would choose this; he would definitely return to where Kakashi is.]
[Everyone around them knew how much Naraku cared about Kakashi.]
[But Kakashi so cruelly pushed him away.]
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Chapter 156 The True Soul Is Always There
The perspective switched to Kakashi. He walked towards Kana, and through the cold autumn wind, he saw that her face was full of fatigue, sorrow, and several tear streaks.
He seemed to sense danger, and his breathing involuntarily quickened. His fingertips, which as a Ninja should have been steady and strong, now trembled violently, and even a short question came out with pauses.
Then, from Kana's mouth, he heard news that was enough to crush him.
"Kakashi, Naraku is dead."
Kakashi froze in place, his pupils constricted, and his hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.
The scene began to tilt, distort, and twist, with a strong sense of fragmentation running through every corner of the screen, swallowing him into the deepest sea of fear.
Kakashi almost collapsed to the ground, but he held on with a strong will, refusing to fall, hoping that the other party could overturn everything he had just heard.
But the words he heard remained unchanged, tearing his heart in two.
"Naraku is dead."
"He is dead."
[Kakashi probably had a premonition the first time he saw Kana]
[Kakashi, you no longer have a chance to regret]
[People always realize the importance of what they've lost at the very last moment]
[But why did Naraku have to be the price for this lesson, boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo]
[The Old Thief is really cruel. With Naraku's death, everything Kakashi did becomes meaningless]
Next was an empty shot: a cold white sun hung high in the sky, and a cold wind swept through the desolate and gloomy Konoha Village, making the withered branches and fallen leaves rustle and wail, sounding like cries from an unknown place.
Kana's thoughts gradually drifted, returning to that arduous journey. Memories surged in her mind like a tide, battering her wavering sanity.
The screen also applied a soft focus to the flashback, and the tear-jerking BGM repeatedly struck the audience's hearts.
Through Kana's eyes, they glimpsed that past on the screen, observing Naraku's profile from behind him.
The young man was smiling at everyone, speaking of his feelings and loyalty to Konoha, saying how kind and benevolent the people there were.
[You will definitely like Konoha.]
Naraku said so, disheveled but with a happy smile on his face.
[What? You've only been talking about that guy named 'Kakashi' the whole time.]
Kana complained jokingly, only to see the young man's ears suddenly turn red as he vaguely explained.
[The other people are very nice too, I just haven't had time to talk about them yet...]
"Actually, Naraku didn't care about anything."
The scene returned to the present, tears had long blurred her vision. Kana stepped forward, wanting to see what Kakashi truly looked like.
"He only cared about you, Kakashi."
She wanted to see the expression of the person Naraku cherished most.
"Why, Kakashi?"
--Why did you two become like this?
"Why... did Naraku die?"
--Why weren't you by his side then?
[Kakashi was the pillar that supported Naraku until the very end]
[The young man's blush was more eloquent than any confession]
[Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah the kakashi shippers are going crazy!]
[Why! Why do you tell me all this only after Naraku is gone!!!]
[Ah woo woo woo woo woo (crying while eating glass shards mixed with sugar)]
[For the next ten years, Kakashi probably won't be able to sleep. Every time he closes his eyes, he'll remember these words...]
[Kakashi is about to break]
On the screen, Kakashi looked at the tearful Kana, his pupils gradually unfocused, and the background behind him turned completely black. A desolate, eerie sound effect crawled through the minds of every audience member, coupled with the screen tilting and falling once again, highlighting his fear and confusion.
The camera shifted, and he had already stumbled back home, his once bright black eyes now vaguely covered by a veil, as if he couldn't see anything, not even a reflection.
A damp, sticky sensation came from his right hand. He looked down and saw that he was holding a worn-out forehead protector, its edge deeply cut into his palm, blood flowing all over his hand.
--Is this... Naraku's...?
The sunlight slanted onto the pristine white long sword. The brand-new, intact weapon stood there silently, not yet delivered to its owner.
[Is Kakashi going to break down?]
[It's a pity there are no cicadas in late autumn]
[The sword that Master forged for Naraku, ah ah woo woo woo woo woo]
[Things have changed, and everything is over]
[Naraku never even saw this sword until his death]
[Perhaps he didn't dare to take it, for Naraku, seeing it would be too painful as it reminds him of someone]
He remembered Naraku encountering danger, frantically grabbing the sword and about to leave, then realizing that he was still the same as before, choosing the "wrong" path without hesitation.
But at that time, he had severed his bond with Naraku, forcing the other party onto the "correct" path...--At that time, why did I never consider his feelings?
The screen once again flashed back to that eye contact through the mirror, zooming in on the passerby's eyes for a close-up, accompanied by a horrifying sound effect.
Immediately, large patches of darkness flashed before Kakashi's eyes. The scene of the two confronting each other on that rainy night once again unfolded on the screen, with a gray mist separating them, making everything appear dim and unclear.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of something shattering repeatedly, the screen gradually broke into several cracks, through which brilliant golden light shone.
[What the forum said is true, it's true!]
[Someone played a dirty trick on Kakashi!]
[I knew it, Kakashi wasn't like that at all!]
[But Naraku will never know... boo hoo hoo hoo hoo (┳Д┳)]
Kakashi heard distant and faint shouts echoing in his mind, getting closer and louder.
[...Kakashi!]
For the last time, he clearly heard the shouts and saw many luminous figures breaking into his vision, which was almost completely engulfed by darkness, speaking to him in incredibly familiar voices.
Those "Naraku" of different ages surrounded him, emitting a warm, shimmering glow, like sparks of a soul, dispelling all the gloom from then until now.
The amulet was held up and swayed in front of him by "Naraku," and Kakashi also subconsciously touched his chest, realizing there was nothing there.
--How could I have thrown it away then?
He looked up and saw the only "Naraku" hiding in the courtyard, afraid to come in. His thin clothes were soaked through and clung tightly to him from the rain, and he couldn't lift his head under the heavy downpour, his heavy gasps mixed with sobs.
[Kakashi... I'm sorry... it's all... my fault...]
"Naraku... it's not..."
Kakashi murmured, and the cracks on that almost shattered image layered upon each other, finally completely breaking apart, turning into dust in the brilliant light.
A part of his sealed emotions broke free, completing his soul.
He ran forward and embraced "Naraku," wanting to pull him out of that heavy rain and back to his side.
In the close-up, his eyes finally regained clarity, as if waking from a long, uncontrollable nightmare. Tears of regret welled up one after another, falling to the ground.
"...It's not your fault."
[Was the sealed part Kakashi's feelings for Naraku?]
[It's also possible that it directly twisted his logical thinking and alienated his emotions]
[So Kakashi's true soul was always there, watching himself push Naraku away with his own hands o(╥﹏╥)o]
[Naraku, look, the real Kakashi never blamed you, ah ah ah ah ah TAT]
[What's even more heartbreaking is that Naraku will never know the truth. If he didn't die, Kakashi wouldn't have been able to break the seal through an emotional outburst]
[Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!! Who made our kakashi suffer so much!!!]
[Who! Who!!!]
[I'm going to slice him into three thousand six hundred pieces!!!]
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