Konoha Steady King

The next morning, before dawn, Yeshan woke up early and lay on the ground for two minutes. After the sleepiness was completely dispelled from his head, he slowly sat up.

It was still early, so Hayama did not wake up Yamashiro Chen, but quietly walked out of the room, came to the street, and simply moved his hands and feet.Feeling the energetic body, Hayama was very satisfied.Although this sleep didn't last long, it was better than having a solid sleep, which was enough to relieve Hayama's fatigue.

After casually buying breakfast for two at a roadside breakfast stall, Hayama returned home. Yamashiro Tatsu had also woken up and was refining chakra in the living room.

"Chen, it's time to eat."

Hayama said hello, and without waiting for Yamashiro Chen to respond, he picked up his breakfast and ate it hungrily.Since he had to perform a task next, Hayama ate until he was eighty percent full before he stopped.

After the two had breakfast, it was still dark. The sun always appeared very late in Konoha in winter, and it was estimated that it would not fully shine until 06:30.

Just as Hayama and Yamashiro Tatsu were heading to the gate of Konoha, there was new movement outside the Hatake clan.

The vermilion door full of age made a heart-wrenching "squeak" sound and was slowly opened from the inside.Many ninjas who had been sitting all night cheered up and stood up neatly. They stood in several rows in an orderly manner, staring at the door, waiting for their leader to come out.

A little foot stepped out from the high threshold of the door. The first one to walk out was the young Hatake Kakashi, while Hatake Sakumo looked at his son tenderly and followed closely behind Kakashi.

Kakashi looked at the Konoha ninja standing outside the door exuding an iron-blooded aura, shrunk his neck, and couldn't help but turn back and glance at his father.

Hatake Sakumo smiled fondly, stretched out his big hand, took Kakashi's small hand as he stepped out of the threshold, raised his leg and stepped out of the threshold.

'Click, click'

One step at a time... Hatake Sakumitsu's footsteps struck the hearts of all the ninjas, stimulating their sensory systems. Adrenaline began to secrete in their bodies, making their whole bodies tremble.

Although a long, long time passed, so long that it was diluted by the oil, salt, rice and vinegar of ordinary life, and that they seemed to have forgotten the days when they were fighting each other, but when the tall figure of Hatake Sakumit appeared in front of them, it made people feel excited. When the surging footsteps sounded in my heart, everything seemed as if it happened yesterday and was so within my reach.

Hatake Sakumo stood on the steps holding Kakashi, looking down at the ninjas below, saying nothing, just standing there quietly.

Kakashi stared at the excited expressions on the faces of the ninjas with wide eyes, completely confused as to why they, who were usually steady, were so excited.

Kakashi doesn’t understand, and maybe he will never understand, what the four words Sakumo Hatake represent in the ninja world. At this moment, Konoha White Fang is not only his unsmiling and extremely self-disciplined father, but also the front line of all Wind Kingdoms. The ultimate ninja idol.

When the secretion of adrenaline in the body reached its peak, all the ninjas knelt down on their right knees uniformly and lowered their heads, leaving the two dark heads on the steps.

"Welcome, my lord!"

The low shouts of the ninjas startled a few stray cats with their tails standing straight up, and they whimpered and ran away along the alley.

Hatake Sakumo, who was not good at words, patted Kakashi's head gently, then let go of the hand that had been holding him, slowly took out a forehead protector from his ninja bag and tied it on his forehead. The sword intent soared into the sky, causing the lowered heads of the ninjas to lower even further.

"set off!"

Kakashi felt that the scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, and everyone disappeared outside the door of the Hatake tribe, never to be seen again.

Several root ninjas who were hiding in the dark and desperately suppressing their aura stretched out their hands to wipe the cold sweat, looked at each other, and walked away, apparently to report the details to their master.

......

Hayama stood at the gate of Konoha, leaning against a bare tree trunk, raising his head and staring at the still gray sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, Uchiha Fugaku's eyes turned extremely scarlet. With a flick of his wrist, he shot a few kunai towards a dark place, and said in his mouth: "A bunch of rats, get out of here!"

Hayama tilted his head and did not move, while several Uchiha ninjas laughed evilly and disappeared in an instant.The brief sound of iron clashing sounded in the quiet morning. After a while, several Uchiha ninjas dropped the limp ANBU ninja on the ground like they were carrying dead dogs. They didn't say anything, but stood up to Uchiha again with expressionless faces. Behind Fugaku.

Uchiha Fugaku sneered a few times, walked up to the Anbu who was under the illusion, kicked off the mask on his face with his feet, glanced at it casually, and spat a few mouthfuls of saliva.

"Danzo's dog!"

"Brother, do you want..." Uchiha Kiyoshi said with a murderous intention on his face, and gestured towards his neck with his right hand.

"Just scrap it." Uchiha Fugaku said calmly, not caring at all that his few words decided the fate of the ninjas in the same village.

Uchiha Kiyoshi chuckled, took out a kunai and neatly cut off the tendons of several Anbu, then wiped the blood with a handkerchief and put the kunai back into his ninja bag.

Ye Shan was still looking at the sky expressionlessly. What just happened seemed not to be more important than studying the weather.

They are just a few Danzo dogs. They are useless if they are useless. What can he do?Before throwing their heads at the entrance of the root base, the Uchiha clan had already given Danzang face.

The Uchiha clan is a wealthy clan, and it is normal to be a bit arrogant.

Just when Hayama wanted to stretch his sour neck, an undisguised breath came from the distance. Everyone looked solemn, put away their loose posture, and welcomed the arrival of Hatake Sakumo.

After a while, Hatake Sakumo stood in front of Hayama and others, followed by hundreds of murderous ninjas.

Uchiha Fugaku bowed respectfully and said: "Konoha ninja Uchiha Fugaku, led the team to apply to join the mission."

With Hatake Sakumo's aloofness, he originally didn't want the Uchiha clan to be involved in the mission, but Uchiha Fugaku claimed to be a Konoha ninja instead of an Uchiha clan ninja, so he couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he said lightly 'Hmm' After making a sound, he walked straight past the crowd towards the gate of Konoha.

Konishi Kakuei glanced at Hayama complicatedly for a few times, but said nothing. He raised his hand and waved, then followed Hatake Sakumo away.

When everyone walked out of the village, Uchiha Fugaku, who had been standing still, glanced in the direction of the clan and disappeared in an instant.

Ye Shan touched his nose and was about to activate the teleportation technique, but suddenly felt a coldness on his cheeks. He couldn't help but raise his head, and then he realized that light snow was falling in the gray sky.

Tiny snowflakes fell lightly to the ground, and then disappeared, leaving only a trace of water.Just like the life of a ninja, it is brilliant but fleeting, making the world sigh.

For some reason, Ye Shan, who had been looking forward to the first snow for a long time, felt no joy at this moment, only a heavy mood.

Hayama stretched out his right hand and stared at the snowflakes that fell in his palm melted and disappeared. He pursed his lips and looked back deeply at the leaf village that was gradually becoming more lively due to the snow. He clenched his fist fiercely. While the veins popped out, the soles of his feet Chakra exploded and he left the village in an instant.

The first snow in the winter of Konoha 42 came earlier than before, and on this day, Hayama once again embarked on the long-lost road of killing, just to recapture tens of thousands of civilians who seemed insignificant to him.

The road ahead is long, and no one knows how many of the ninjas participating in the mission will be able to stand in the village again, holding a cup of tea, and leisurely admiring the snow that dresses the earth in silver.