vstars Chapter 508 Who am I?
Chapter 508 Who am I?
He could feel a slippery sensation on his fingertips, as if they were coated with an invisible layer of oil.
"Oh?" He drawled, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Then do you know who I am?"...
Without waiting for Zhang Hai's reply, he continued speaking to himself, his voice carrying a sense of self-righteous pride and arrogance, as if stating a truth known to all.
"Listen up, kid." His shadow stretched long in the setting sun on the edge of the cliff, like that of a god or demon.
“My name is Hatake Sakumo, and people call me…” “—Konoha White Fang.”
When the words "Konoha White Fang" came out of Hatake Sakumo's mouth, Zhang Hai's pupils suddenly contracted.
In the history of Konoha, this name represents a legend, a legend that even surpasses the "Sannin" in some respects.
Kakashi, the genius whose entire life was overshadowed by his father!
Zhang Hai's heart pounded wildly; he knew he had seized a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
He seemed to hear a distant, indistinct sound, like the crisp sound of breaking glass, which invigorated him.
"Want to be my student?" Hatake Sakumo's gaze, sharp as a blade, swept across Zhang Hai's cheek. "Sure. But I don't accept trash." He took a step forward, looking down at Zhang Hai. "If you want to join, you must first complete the test I give you." As he spoke, a faint, cool taste, similar to mint toothpaste, lingered on his tongue.
"I accept!" Zhang Hai answered without the slightest hesitation, his answer firm and resolute.
A cold smile curled at the corner of Hatake Sakumo's lips as he extended a finger and lightly traced a line in the air.
He paused for half a second before speaking in a completely emotionless tone: "Think carefully. My students won't take on those D-rank missions that are like children playing house. Every mission must be undertaken with the readiness to die on the roadside at any moment, because my blade is fast. My students cannot be afraid of death, because those who are afraid of death cannot understand speed." "Compared to the constant danger of dying," Zhang Hai raised his head, meeting Hatake Sakumo's piercing gaze, his eyes burning with a fierce fire, "I'm more afraid of being powerless because of my weakness!"...
“Very good.” Hatake Sakumo seemed satisfied with the answer. He turned and pointed to the bottomless cliff below. “Your test is down here.” His voice was exceptionally clear in the mountain wind. “At the bottom of this cliff, a band of bandits, thirty-one in total, are entrenched. They burn, kill, and plunder, committing all sorts of atrocities. Among them, there may be a few wandering ninjas. Your task is to kill them all.” He glanced at the sky. “Complete it before dawn. If you fail, or die down there, it means we are not destined to be master and disciple.”…
Zhang Hai was completely stunned. He hadn't expected that his entrance test would be murder.
Moreover, he killed thirty-one people while unarmed.
"I..." He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say a word.
He could feel a damp sensation on his back, as if a cold, wet towel was pressed against it.
"What, scared?" Sakumo Hatake's voice carried a hint of mockery. "Ninjas are a profession born from killing. A ninja who can't kill will never become a true ninja." He paused, a touch of reminiscence in his voice. "I killed for the first time when I was six. That person was a Jonin from Sunagakure."...
Zhang Hai took a deep breath of the cold air at the edge of the cliff, forcing himself to calm down.
He knew that this was an obstacle he could not avoid.
“I understand.” He raised his head, his eyes regaining their resolve. “But please give me a weapon!” Hatake Sakumo looked at him, a smile of approval on his face.
He didn't say much, but simply drew the short knife that exuded a chilling aura from behind his back, handed it to Zhang Hai with the hilt facing forward.
"Take it." Zhang Hai extended both hands and respectfully accepted the legendary weapon—the White Fang Blade.
The moment the knife touched his hand, a cold and sharp aura shot up his arm and straight to the top of his head, as if the knife itself possessed life and a soul.
“Remember,” Hatake Sakumo’s voice rang out again, carrying the wisdom of someone with experience, “the power of a weapon never depends on the weapon itself, but on the person wielding it. If the person is incompetent, even a divine weapon will be useless. If the person is capable, even a piece of scrap metal can become a bloodthirsty divine weapon.” He could almost smell a faint, bitter, almond-like aroma wafting in the air. …
Zhang Hai gripped the White Fang Blade tightly in his hand, the icy touch gradually calming his boiling blood.
He could feel an unprecedented power flowing into his body from the sword.
He turned around, facing the bottomless cliff, his face showing a resolute determination and heroic spirit.
"Please wait here a moment." His voice wasn't loud, but it was full of confidence.
"Disciple will surely return victorious!" With that, he leaped into the abyss shrouded in darkness and mist without hesitation.
The mountain wind howled in his ears as Zhang Hai's body plummeted rapidly through the air.
He didn't panic. Instead, he calmly concentrated his chakra in his feet and stomped several times on the steep cliff face, dissipating most of the impact. Finally, he landed silently like a feather in the dense forest at the bottom of the cliff.
He could feel a slight stinging sensation on the back of his neck, as if he had been bitten by a tiny insect.
At the top of the cliff, Sakumo Hatake watched Zhang Hai's fluid movements, a barely perceptible hint of approval flashing in his eyes.
This exquisite control over chakra is something no ordinary ninja academy student could possess.
He withdrew his gaze, sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, placed the spare dagger across his lap, closed his eyes, and began to wait quietly.
He could almost smell a very faint, fishy odor in the air, like the swarming of earthworms in damp soil.
This brat from the Uchiha clan might actually bring him some surprises.
Flames soared into the sky in the forest at the foot of the cliff, and the noisy voices and vulgar laughter could be heard from afar.
Holding the White Fang Blade, Zhang Hai moved like a ghost among the shadows of the trees, quietly approaching the bandits' camp.
As Sakumo Hatake said, this was a group of unsuspecting rabble.
Several huge bonfires burned in the center of the camp. The bandits ate meat and drank wine around them, without even the most basic act of keeping watch.