章節 1: The Light Goes Out
On the fourteenth day of the eighth month of the forty-third year of Konoha, a suffocating heat enveloped Bell Hill.
Five shadows silently glided between the trees, all wearing identical uniforms and cat masks.
Suddenly, the world seemed to freeze for an instant.
And then…
BOOM!
A deafening explosion occurred near them.
"Shit!" The muffled voice of one of the ANBU was barely heard over the ringing left by the detonation.
"We've been ambushed!" another shouted urgently.
In the blink of an eye, the five masked ninjas quickly dispersed.
Four of them managed to move away from the epicenter of the explosion, but the fifth…
A flash, a choked scream, and then the sound of torn flesh.
The lagging ANBU couldn't dodge in time. His body was reduced to pieces. His head, still with the intact cat mask, bounced against the ground before becoming motionless, his eyes behind his mask empty, staring at the merciless sky.
The four survivors didn't even spare a glance at their fallen comrade. Death was a constant companion in their profession. With coordination, they instantly regrouped, placing themselves back to back in a perfect defensive formation.
Focusing all their senses on the surroundings in search of the slightest sign of movement.
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The silence that followed the explosion was almost tangible, broken by the wind.
The tension grew with each passing second, sweat running beneath their masks.
Fwoosh! Fwoosh! Fwoosh! Fwoosh!
The air was suddenly filled with a cutting sound.
In an instant, more than ten black shadows materialized around the ANBU, their movements so fast that they seemed to have emerged from nowhere.
The sunlight reflected off their forehead protectors, revealing the symbol of Sunagakure engraved in the metal.
The Sand ninjas, dressed in their characteristic uniforms with shoulder pads, formed a perfect circle around the four ANBU.
The dust slowly settled, revealing the scene in all its tension. The two groups studied each other. The silence stretched on.
Finally, a figure separated from the Sunagakure group.
A woman who emanated an aura of power and confidence typical of a Jōnin. Her brown eyes shone with amusement and contempt, like a predator who knows it has its prey cornered.
She took a step forward. Her long green hair was tied up in a high bun, with two orange-tipped strands framing a face that spoke of sensual beauty. She wore a short sleeveless dress that hugged her hourglass figure, adorned with bandages placed on her body.
"Look what we have here..." Her words had a mocking tone. "It seems we've caught something more than just fish, haven't we?" Her eyes fixed on the cat mask of the tallest ANBU. "Luo Lei, Konoha's famous rising star. The prodigy who became ANBU sub-commander when others were still playing at being ninja."
A predatory smile curved her lips. "Along with Minato Namikaze, they call you 'the light of the commoners' in your village. How poetic..." She paused dramatically, savoring the moment. "But I'm afraid today, your legend will fade on this forgotten hill."
The Suna Jōnin smiled with satisfaction. The Sand ninja had received confidential information. The sub-commander of Konoha's ANBU, Luo Lei, would personally lead a team to reinforce Konoha's troops in Kikyoyama. It was an opportunity they couldn't pass up.
The ANBU remained motionless. One of them, who finally broke the silence, had a voice full of disbelief.
"How... how is this possible?" The question hung in the air.
Another ANBU added: "Our movements were secret. How the hell did they know we'd pass through here?..."
"There must be a traitor," murmured the third, paranoia seeping into his tone. "Captain, you're the best. If you cover us, maybe we can..."
But before he could finish, a subtle change in Luo Lei's posture made them all fall silent. The ANBU sub-commander remained silent for a moment, his cat mask hiding any emotion he might be feeling.
"A desperate situation, you say?" The bitterness in his tone was palpable. "Cover you so you can escape?" He let out a short laugh, devoid of humor.
Under his mask, Luo Lei smiled ironically. He wasn't surprised, not really, but frustration burned in his chest. From the moment he accepted the mission to reinforce Kikyoyama, a sense of unease had accompanied him.
"So this is what my instinct was warning me about," he muttered.
'Captain Sakumo,' he thought bitterly, 'when they assigned me to ANBU to work with you, I really lost this damn opportunity they offered me.'
Fate was strange, it had played with him. Luo Lei, having been torn from his world and thrown into Naruto's ninja universe, had done many things to survive.
Orphaned since childhood, without a powerful lineage to back him up, he had given himself to brutal training. Endless nights, torn muscles, blood and sweat spilled. All to become someone, to be more than another corpse in a world that devoured the weak.
And he had succeeded. His talent, nurtured by an unbreakable will, had elevated him to the level of genius.
Comparable even to the prodigy, Namikaze Minato. But that's where fate showed its cruelest face.
Team assignments. A moment that should have been the springboard to greatness. Minato was handed to Jiraiya like a gift wrapped in gold paper. And Luo Lei... was thrown at Sakumo Hatake's feet.
At first, it seemed like a blessing. The "White Fang of Konoha", a name that made entire nations tremble. Prestige, power, respect. Luo Lei joined ANBU, became Sakumo's apprentice, and rose to sub-commander at a dizzying speed. Everything a young ninja could desire.
How naive they had been.
Luo Lei, with future knowledge, had tried to change destiny. Subtle warnings. 'Captain, perhaps too much attention in Konoha isn't good. Maybe we should look for other opportunities.' Words ignored by a man blinded by his own righteousness.
The "Will of Fire", that empty mantra that Konoha used to justify any atrocity. Sakumo had embraced it with religious fervor, a blind loyalty to a system rotten to the core.
And then came the final betrayal. The Konoha elders, those snakes, sent someone to tempt Luo Lei. "Betray Sakumo," they whispered, "and we'll give you everything you desire".
Rage burned in his chest remembering that moment. How dare they?! How dare they ask him to stab in the back the man who had taken him in, trained him, treated him like a son?!
His refusal was instantaneous, without doubt. And with that decision, he sealed his fate.
Disaster wasn't long in coming. The failed mission, comrades saved at the cost of success. And Konoha, that hypocritical village that preached about companionship and loyalty, showed its true face. Repudiation, contempt, abandonment.
Luo Lei closed his eyes under the mask, reliving that last encounter with Sakumo. His master, his father figure, reduced to an empty shell. The eyes once full of determination, now dull, dead in life.
"I'm sorry," Sakumo's last words echoed in his mind. "...But you have to keep living".
That same night, the legendary "White Fang of Konoha" took his own life, abandoned by the village he swore to protect.
And now, what was left? An ANBU sub-commander relegated to the shadows, surrounded by the Third Hokage's spies disguised as comrades. A reinforcement mission that reeked of a trap.
On the chessboard of politics, he was nothing more than a sacrificial pawn. There was no justice or injustice, only the cruel indifference of power.
Some were ruthless by choice. He was by necessity.
His only sin: loyalty. Being Hatake Sakumo's apprentice had marked him. Refusing to betray his mentor had condemned him. Now he was a pariah, discarded by all.
But did he ever really have a choice?
Namikaze Minato, the golden prodigy, was handed to Jiraiya as a gift. He, on the other hand, was thrown at Hatake Sakumo's feet like a bone to a hungry dog.
The decisions that defined his life were never his to make.
Now, standing on the edge of the precipice, with the weight of impossible expectations on his shoulders, he realized a heartbreaking truth: his destiny had always been written by other hands.
Powerlessness consumed him like a slow, corrosive poison. Each beat of his heart was a silent scream against a world that had condemned him even before giving him the chance to live.
Under his mask, he suddenly opened his eyes and a macabre smile formed on his lips.
Chakra enveloped his short sword, illuminating it with a white light. Luo Lei realized, with painful clarity, that his destiny had never been his to mold.
"Captain, are you going to cover us?" asked one of the ANBU, eyes bright with naive hope.
Feeling bile rise in his throat. The irony was so bitter he could almost taste it.
These ANBU, these pawns of the Third Hokage, looking at him with admiration, believing he was willing to sacrifice himself for them.
How pathetic. How nauseating.
He could see it in their eyes, hidden behind the masks. They secretly rejoiced, convinced that the captain was a good person after all. Worthy apprentice of Sakumo Hatake, willing to sacrifice himself for the good of the mission, for the good of his comrades.
'How brave', they would think. 'When we return, we will definitely inform the Third Hokage of his heroism'.
The rage that had been bubbling inside him reached its boiling point.
Heroism? Sacrifice?! Had they learned nothing from what happened to Sakumo? Did they still believe in those lies?
At that moment, Luo Lei made his decision. If the ninja world wanted a villain, he would become one. If Konoha demanded blood, he would spill it in abundance. But it wouldn't be his.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The movement was so fast that no one present could see anything.
The Chakra Short Sword became a blur of white light, cutting through the air.
SLASH!
Three rays of white light, pure manifestations of chakra and fury, severed the necks of the three ANBU. There was no time for screams, for pleas, for understanding the betrayal.
In an instant, they were alive, full of false admiration and blind loyalty.
The next, their lifeless bodies fell to the ground, their ANBU masks rolling away, revealing faces frozen in an expression of eternal surprise.
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章節 2: Has White Fang Been Reborn?
Three beams of white light severed the necks of the three ANBU. There was no time for screams, for pleas, for understanding the betrayal.
In an instant, they were alive, full of false admiration and blind loyalty.
The next, their lifeless bodies fell to the ground, their ANBU masks rolling away, revealing faces frozen in an expression of pure disbelief.
In those last seconds of consciousness, a torrent of thoughts rushed through their dying minds:
Had Captain Luo Lei really attacked them?
What the hell was going on?!
They were comrades... weren't they?
Wasn't he afraid of being accused of treason?
Wasn't he worried about losing his reputation, being reprimanded by the Hokage, and being ostracized by Konoha?
Unanswered questions swirled in their minds as life escaped them. In the end, they could only collapse, soaking the ground with their blood.
Perhaps, even in their last breath, they didn't understand.
Luo Lei, who had always proclaimed himself a faithful follower of the Will of Fire, the heir to Sakumo Hatake's will... why was he so different now?
Betraying your own was unforgivable...
"Huh?"
Luo Lei's bitter laugh broke the silence. Looking at the three fallen ANBU, he shook his head indifferently.
"Unforgivable, they say," he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. "As if you knew anything about forgiveness."
"I just wanted to train hard and live a good life," he continued mumbling more to the corpses. "But reality... reality didn't give me any chance."
He remembered the days after Sakumo Hatake's death. How he had given up much of the ANBU's power, hoping that would appease suspicions, that it would allow him to live in peace. But not even that had worked.
"Blindly yielding," he spat the words with contempt, "only makes others become more aggressive."
His gaze swept across the battlefield, aware that they were surrounded. The irony of the situation didn't escape him.
These ANBU, these pawns, had expected him to cover their retreat. To sacrifice himself for them!! LIKE SAKUMO HAD DONE!!!
"I'm neither foolish nor naive," Luo Lei declared, his voice gaining strength with each word. "I've been hiding my strength, holding back. But now..."
His sword, the blade still stained with the blood of his former comrades. Chakra began to flow through it, making the sword glow with a blinding white light.
"Now that I'm cornered, I have no other choice." His eyes hardened, all doubt or remorse disappearing from them. "...It's time to let go completely and kill without remorse."
The air filled with tension, charged with the metallic smell of blood.
"....S-Shit!" exclaimed one of the Sand ninjas, breaking the silence. "Did you see that? He just massacred his own!"
"No... it can't be," stuttered another, instinctively backing away. "That move... is it the Hatake Kenjutsu?"
A Chunin, with a pale and sweaty face: "Everyone be careful! This guy... he's a monster!"
Several Chunin retreated. The panic was palpable on their faces.
The Sand Jonin fixed their eyes on the short chakra sword glowing in Luo Lei's hand.
The glow reflected in their dilated pupils, evoking memories of the legendary White Fang of Konoha.
"Impossible," muttered one of them, his voice laden with fear and admiration. "That Kenjutsu... not even the Hatake clan knows it. How the hell...?"
Silence fell again, broken only by the soft whistle of the wind through the trees.
Finally, the female Jonin spoke, her voice a sharp edge that barely concealed a tremor of rage and fear:
"Damn it, Luo Lei," she spat the words as if they were poison. "They've made fools of us. They said you could barely hold a sword, that you were a nobody. What else are you hiding, huh? What other lies have you made us swallow?"
Luo Lei remained motionless for a moment, as if weighing his response. Then, with a careless movement, he removed his cat mask.
The impact was immediate. More than one held their breath, surprised not only by his youth but by the almost unreal beauty of his features.
His black hair fell in soft waves to his shoulders, framing a face that seemed sculpted by an artist obsessed with perfection. But it was his eyes that captured attention: black as a bottomless well, bright and sharp as the edge of a katana.
"Come on, don't mess with me. Did you really believe that Sakumo Hatake's disciple would be useless with a sword? I thought you were smarter than that."
The female Jonin seemed to crumble for an instant, her previous bravado shattered by the revelation. "No... it can't be," she muttered. Her eyes scanned the young ninja's face, lingering on his perfectly proportioned lips.
She swallowed visibly before trying to compose herself. When she spoke again, her voice tried to be seductive, but the underlying tremor betrayed her.
"Hey, Luo Lei," she said, forcing a smile. "You've really messed up, haven't you? You killed your own. Konoha will tear you apart if they find out." She paused, nervously licking her lips. "But... what if you come with us? In Suna, we know how to value talent. We could... protect you."
The wind blew stronger, ruffling Luo Lei's hair, as if nature itself held its breath awaiting his response.
But he shrugged again with indifference.
"Join you? Don't make me laugh. What I want... I'll have... with my own hands. And neither Konoha, nor Suna, nor anyone will stand in my way." He tightened his grip on the sword, the white chakra dancing over his skin as if it were an extension of his very being.
"Let's waste no more words!" roared one of the Jonin.
"Get him!!" shouted another, his eyes bulging with panic.
"Kid, go to hell!" spat the third.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The three Sand Jonin moved, their bodies becoming blurs as they attacked Luo Lei from three directions.
'Shunshin no Jutsu', Luo Lei thought calmly.
The chakra in his body swirled, forming invisible currents that electrified the air around him. Turning him into a shadow.
WHOOSH!
"Such speed..." muttered one of the Chunin, his eyes unable to follow the movement.
"Such powerful chakra..." whispered another, feeling how the pressure of Luo Lei's power crushed him.
The woman's face contorted in horror as she realized what was about to happen. "No!" she screamed in panic. "Fall back! Don't engage him in close combat!"
But her words came too late.
In an instant that seemed to stretch eternally, a sword descended in a deadly arc towards one of the Jonin.
"Nooooo!" The Jonin's torn scream resonated in the place.
His face paled, cold sweat bursting from every pore as the hair on his body stood on end. In his desperation, he channeled all the chakra he could to his body, forming an invisible barrier in a last attempt to save himself.
CLANG!
The metallic sound resonated. The Jonin's defense disintegrated as if it were made of paper. Luo Lei's sword cleanly pierced the Sand ninja's neck.
For a moment, time seemed to stop. The Jonin's eyes widened, a flash of amazement and disbelief shining in them before fading forever.
His mouth opened, but no sound came out. Only a silent question: How?
Thud
The dull sound of the head falling to the ground was followed by a geyser of blood that gushed from the severed neck.
The lifeless body collapsed a second later, blood quickly soaking the thirsty earth.
"Damn it!!" The horrified screams of the other two Jonin resonated. They tried to retreat, their feet slipping on the ground now wet with their comrade's blood.
But he was already upon them, his blurred figure materializing like a specter of death.
At such close range, ninjutsu was useless. In their desperation, they drew their kunai.
CLANG! CLANG!
Two more metallic sounds resonated in rapid succession, the echo bouncing between the trees like a macabre mockery. The Jonin's hands shattered like dry branches, their kunai flying through the air.
Their bodies went rigid, paralyzed by shock and pain.
Before the incredulous eyes of the remaining Sand ninjas, the heads of the two Jonin cleanly separated from their bodies. For an instant, they seemed to float in the air, their expressions frozen in a mask of horror.
Then, they fell to the ground with a thud, rolling to a stop next to the bodies that were already collapsing.
The silence that followed was absolute. Not even the birds dared to sing.
In less than a minute, three elite Jonin had been decapitated. Their bodies lay on the ground like broken dolls.
The remaining Sand ninjas watched the scene, paralyzed with terror.
"Damn it!" The broken voice of one of the Chunin broke the silence. "All the information we had about this guy is false."
"His strength... is close to Kage level," whispered another. "How could Konoha hide such a monster?"
The woman, who moments before had tried to seduce Luo Lei, felt her entire body freeze.
Her pupils contracted until they were barely dots in a sea of terrified white. Reality hit her like a punch to the stomach: from the beginning, they had been the prey.
Her mind screamed in panic.
The man before her... no, the creature before her, was it really human? So young, and already... a monster more terrifying than the legendary White Fang of Konoha.
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