People are in Naruto, I am Aizen

Chapter 1 Death of White Fang
Chapter 1 The Death of White Fang

heavy rain.

In Konoha, it is raining heavily.

Under the leaden sky, almost ink-colored raindrops hit the ground, as if venting something, but also as if grieving and indignant.

A white-haired boy was standing in front of an unnamed tombstone, watching silently, allowing himself to be wet by the heavy rain, as if this could extinguish the pain that was almost overflowing in his heart.

Hatake Kakashi, the son of Hatake Sushige.It has been three days since Konoha Shirato Hatake Sakumo was buried.Amid the villagers' spurn and hatred, Hatake Kakashi was like a puppet, standing blankly in front of the tomb, looking at the small tomb without a name.

Because he committed suicide for betraying the mission of the village, he didn't even get a real grave with a name.

Even if he is Konoha Baiya, even if he is a military hero.

As long as there is a stain, everything before will be denied, this is Konoha's current attitude.

"..."

Looking at the dwarf tomb silently, Hatake Kakashi was bathed in the torrential rain, his heart was full of ashes.

He didn't know why his father chose to die in front of him, and he didn't know why his god-like father ended up like this.

Mission, friendship, will to fire.

Suddenly, Kakashi's ears moved and he looked to the side.

"Sorry, I still want to try my best to be quiet and not make any noise. Is it still disturbing you?"

A gentle man holding a black oil-paper umbrella, wearing a pure white feather, and plain glasses on his face walked up to him with a basket.

In the black rainstorm, the pure white feathers and the steaming food basket seemed to have a warm atmosphere.

But because of this, Hatake Kakashi didn't want to see this smiling man.

Because he knows who this man is.

This man who looked like the embodiment of gentleness gave a slight salute to the nameless tomb in the rainstorm.

Then he squatted down according to his height and looked at the young man who was silent in front of the tombstone with pity, and put the basket in his hand on the ground.

"...Still don't want to talk?"

Kneeling on the ground with an oiled paper umbrella, letting the pure white feathers be polluted by the mud, the low but magnetic voice of the visitor comforted Kakashi softly.

"But even if it's a bit tougher, I'm going to interrupt, Kakashi-kun. If you continue like this, you won't be able to hold on. No matter what kind of emotion you have, you need a healthy body to support it."

On the covered staggered bamboo cover, some steam can be vaguely seen rising, bringing a tempting sweet taste.It even made Kakashi look sideways instinctively.

Facing the appearance of the five or six-year-old child finally no longer stubborn, the man showed a gentle smile, and stretched out his hand to lift the cover.

Two bowls of freshly made ramen are carefully placed in the basket, exuding a tempting aroma.

Seeing the familiar appearance of ramen, Kakashi swallowed subconsciously.

"Kakashi-kun, it's been three days. It's painful to be alone like this? I brought you some warm food, Ichiraku ramen. If you don't mind, how about we eat together?"

"..."

Hearing the words 'eat together', the white-haired boy shivered.

It wasn't because of the coldness of the rainstorm, but the meaning of this sentence made him feel sick.

Kakashi glanced at the gentle man with numb and empty eyes, and then set his eyes on the small tomb.

"...don't worry about me."

"What a stubborn child. Do you really want to eat it? Ichiraku ramen is delicious."

"..."

"Even if Kakashi-kun doesn't want to eat it, he should still think about those who care about you."

With one hand, he covered the two people with an oiled paper umbrella, and with the other hand, he carefully brought out the noodle chopsticks and sent them to Kakashi's side.

In the rainstorm, the smile of the man who helped the child hold up the sky was as warm as the sunshine on the equator, and his magnetic voice also expressed his concern and care.

"You are still in school, Kakashi-kun. It is the time when you need help from adults. Whether you are Hokage-sama or everyone in the village, although your father happened for a reason, everyone is aware of their own excesses. You can't help This is torturing yourself, isn't it?"

"—I said it! Leave me alone!"

'Snapped! '

The ramen bowl carrying the hot soup and noodles was shot flying, fell to the ground, and shattered.

During the torrential rain, the steaming hot noodles quickly mixed with the dirt and soil on the ground, turning into a puddle of disgusting black mud.

Just like Hatake Kakashi's malice towards the man behind him, but the immature face of five or six years old is filled with the purest hatred and hostility towards that gentle man.

"...You don't need to pretend, Aizen Soyousuke."

Kakashi raised his head, stubbornly hostile to the warm man in front of him.

"Father can tell at a glance that you are not a good person, so you don't need to pretend to care about me here!"

"Your father said... Mr. Shuo Mao..."

Looking at the broken soup bowl on the ground, the man called Aizen looked at the slightly scalded wrist from the soup, stretched out his hand and pushed his glasses, showing a little sadness and nostalgia in his eyes.

"That pair of eyes is indeed powerful, but it is also the root cause of his downfall. It is a very sad thing that he can see through others, but he stubbornly believes in himself, and finally abandons the person he loves the most. matter."

"What did you say?!"

"I said, this is really sad. Kakashi-kun. From an adult's point of view, this is a very sad thing."

Pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose, Aizen sighed slightly, and hid his eyes in the backlit area of ​​the glasses, as if he was hiding his sadness.

"Although people from the same village are guarding each other, it's really sad. I'm really, really sad that this kind of thing happened."

"But I understand that he misunderstood me a lot. After all, I have been doing things for Hokage-sama and the will of the fire. Many times I don't want to do some things, but this is for the sake of the village. I want to do things for the will of the fire. Just do it."

"Your father is respectable, and his love for you is real. But it's different now. You are still a child. I thought this should be a matter between adults, but I didn't expect it to involve children... I may have said too much. Kakashi-kun. Sorry."

Looking at Hatake Kakashi's face that was almost distorted in the heavy rain, the gentle man called Aizen sighed slightly and took a step back.

"Tomorrow, I will come again. Kakashi-kun. Until you can accept me."

"...Go away, don't come again."

"Swearing is not good."

The man named Aizen looked at the stubborn Kakashi and shook his head helplessly, and put the black oil paper umbrella and the last bowl of ramen on the ground, covering Kakashi's small figure.

Regarding the child's resentful gaze and behavior, he did not do anything out of the ordinary, but silently nodded to Kakashi, then took two steps back, cleaned up the broken bowls and chopsticks on the ground, and put those The rotten noodles are served up.

Because of the harsh environment, Aizen frowned and tore off a piece of haori. After wrapping up the spoils, he bowed slightly to the child who didn't look directly at him.Then he let the heavy rain pour on him, and slowly left the public cemetery.

After Aizen left, the cemetery returned to its original appearance again.

The black rainstorm kept falling, but this time, no raindrops fell on Kakashi's body.

And Kakashi looked at the black oil-paper umbrella on the ground, and the last bowl of Ichiraku ramen that was covered with him and was still steaming, his little face was full of struggle and hesitation .

The young child was shaken by the violent wind and waves, his hands clenched tightly into fists, and drops of blood flowed down the fingertips to the ground.On the one hand, it is the good guy who helps him and the ninja with the best reputation, and on the other hand, it is his father's warning.

He didn't know what was going on in the world.The father, who was like a hero, committed suicide in front of him, and people outside were pointing fingers, but only Aizen expressed kindness to him.

But my father once said that Aizen was a terrible person.But, in this situation, can you really trust your father?

Was the village wrong, or was the father wrong?

Aizen Sousuke.

He is obviously the best person in the village, and he admired him before.It was only because of the correct and obedient hostility of his father's words.

But now, my father is a 'villain' who violated the village rules and committed suicide in fear of crime.He is just the son of a 'villain'.Aizen helped himself many times regardless of past suspicions, and he even helped preside over many funerals.

Kakashi knew that he was a keen genius boy, he knew a lot more than normal kids.But because of this, I feel more and more painful and bewildered.

"What am I going to do... Father... Are you really the wrong person..."

'...'

The lonely tomb can't speak, just let the black rain pour down, drowning the child's world.

And in the shadows, a few pairs of eyes staring at this side indifferently also quietly hid their own figures after Aizen left, and completely left the area.

A few minutes later, at the entrance of the cemetery.

Several different shadows gathered together, bowing their heads respectfully to the gentle man carrying the broken bowl and garbage.

"Master Aizen, thank you for your hard work. Do you want to treat your burn?"

"Ah, it's all right. Dispose of the garbage, and I'll report to Hokage-sama later."

Handing the broken feathers and the broken bowl to one of the figures, Aizen looked at the cemetery behind him, smiled and said to the Anbes around him:

"Even if it caused great harm to the village, the child is innocent. I believe that Kakashi-kun has the will of fire. He will come out. It may just take a little time."

"Lord Aizen..."

"Thank you, gentlemen. All this is for the will of the fire."

Nodding to the touched ninjas, Aizen smiled and walked towards the tallest building in the village.

(End of this chapter)