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As I walked through the streets of the village, I could sense an unusual tension in the air. The once calm and peaceful environment now carried a weight of negativity. The villagers, who used to be cheerful, whispered maliciously, releasing venomous phrases like serpents.
"Something has happened," I reflected, observing the villagers exchanging these whispers. With my heightened senses, I began to pick up on the content of their voices, which made me come to a sudden stop.
"I see," I murmured.
The hissing whispers contained dishonorable information about Kakashi's father, Sakumo Hatake. According to rumors, he had failed a highly important mission, resulting in the loss of valuable resources from Konoha to an enemy country.
"There are so many inconsistencies in these defamatory rumors that any rational mind would realize they lack truthful foundations," I reflected, recalling similar situations in my past life. It has always been human nature to defame based on false news, even if there is a grain of truth in them. Depending on how the information is presented, it is still just a lie.
"The burning question is how did this information reach the ears of the civilians? Don't we have a clear code regarding the secrecy of field missions?" I pondered, soon finding my answer.
"Of course, how could I forget? Sakumo commits suicide in the original story," I briefly remembered Kakashi's backstory.
"Clearly, these villagers are being used as pawns by someone. That someone must possess political power, be well-known, and have an immaculate reputation," I concluded.
"Only two people fit this scheme among the available options. We have the Hokage himself or Danzo Shimura. In my early stages, I have already assessed the threat that Danzo Shimura represents, and I must admit that during my research, he seemed to possess an immaculate reputation as a wise advisor and benevolent man," I reflected.
"Danzo's hard work in creating an alternate reality about his true self is truly admirable. Many politicians in my past life used these tricks to become the 'man of the people' or even the 'messiah' themselves. I regret to say that politicians are like rats, always after the cheese. They manipulate and scheme with their peers for their own benefit," I recalled my past political experiences.
"Don't think I'm generalizing. Even the most honest and idealistic politician acts in self-interest, and if society benefits from their actions, it's just a consequence. Even I, as a councilman in my city and involved in politics, vote in my self-interest. Whenever my fellow council members present a bill to increase taxes, I vote against it, not because I think of the population or anything like that, but simply because I don't want to pay more taxes," I admitted.
As I walked through the streets of Konoha, I began to worry. Sakumo had just returned to the village and was likely consumed by guilt, entering the early stages of depression. This would affect his reasoning and cloud his vision to the point where he would believe only in his own incompetence and failure.
At this stage, he wouldn't even think rationally; he would simply try to alleviate his growing guilt through irrational actions and would likely end up taking his own life, unaware that it was all premeditated and that he was being led like cattle to the slaughterhouse.
"Hmm, considering how much stronger Kakashi is compared to his original version, it's very likely that Sakumo will commit suicide in a shorter period of time. It's impossible for a father not to think of his son before making such a drastic decision; after all, it's part of the process. With Kakashi now stronger, Sakumo may believe that he can fend for himself," I reflected.
"This is going to be problematic. Dealing with people with suicidal tendencies is an extremely complex area of human psychology. From ninja to cook and from cook to psychologist, what am I lacking? Being a singer?" I murmured as I thought about how to face this challenge.
Using my enhanced intelligence, I devised a simple and efficient plan. I decided to send a shadow clone to Kakashi's house and keep an eye on Sakumo at all times. When he showed more severe symptoms of depression, I would magically appear and try to influence his mental state.
Several days passed until Sakumo finally fell into a deep depression due to the spreading slander and distorted rumors, thanks to the personal touch each citizen added.
Thus, a rumor with half-truths was transformed into several other lies, fulfilling the manipulator's goal behind these new false narratives.
Kakashi was not foolish and obviously became aware of the rumors. I saw him lost in thoughts at the Ninja Academy every day. Even Guy, showing a bit of sensibility, challenged everyone to a battle in defense of Kakashi's father's honor.
Upon realizing my friend immersed in internal conflicts, I offered the necessary support through subtle words, encouraging him to try to understand his father's behavior and help him. However, all attempts resulted in failure, as Sakumo was now ready to surrender to death and reunite with his beloved.
Approaching Kakashi's residence, I came across a beautiful wooden house. The atmosphere was dense and silent. In the darkness of the night, the moon shone, casting an opaque and melancholic shadow.
"A perfect night to commit suicide," I sarcastically murmured, taking a deep breath and preparing to do what needed to be done.
Without caring for formalities, I invaded the property. Sakumo was in his room, immersed in dark thoughts and did not notice my intrusion.
Opening the door with a characteristic movement of Eastern culture, the creak caught Sakumo's attention, and he drew his blade with a slow and silent gesture.
With my heightened senses, I could still hear the sound, so I spoke up with a sigh before Sakumo could cut me into pieces:
"Put away your sword, Mr. Sakumo. It's me, Atsuchi," I spoke softly.
Recognizing the familiarity in my voice, Sakumo approached the door and looked into my eyes, whispering so as not to wake his son Kakashi, who was in a nearby room:
"Atsuchi, what are you doing here at this hour of the night?" he asked.
"I'm just lost on the path of life and decided to come save my friend's father," I calmly replied. Sakumo seemed to understand my message, and his gaze filled with guilt.
"How do you know?" he asked bitterly.
"The same way I know that one plus one equals two. I can recognize a sick person when I see one," I said.
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