Konoha's Strongest Brother

Chapter 1

In the autumn of Konoha's 39th year, on a rare rainstorm night, the heavy black clouds were mixed with deafening thunder, and countless mixed rain lines merged Muye Village into a mottled painting.

In the Banner House, Hatake Duanren and servants stood densely in front of the fence, despite the violent wind and rain, they remained motionless with a dignified expression.

In the main house, there was a heavy smell of blood!

A bolt of lightning across the sky fell at this moment, and through the thin paper window, a half-kneeling figure could be seen in the room with a knife stuck in his abdomen.

All the servants standing in front of the dirt all changed their colors in horror.

Because in that house lived their master, one of the strongest people in the world, Hatake Sakumo.

You can also call him Konoha White Fang!

The pungent smell of blood became more and more intense, and the crimson blood seeped out from the room, which was particularly eye-catching in the lightning and thunder, as if it still carried a monstrous killing intent!
Hatake Duanren flew over the railing and gently pushed open the door.

If you don't count the bloodstains all over the floor, the room is still clean, the desks are neatly arranged, a wisp of sandalwood is still burning on the table, and Hatake Sakumo is wearing a luxurious dress that is only worn on formal occasions. His long hair was tied up with a straw rope, and the dirt between his fingernails seemed to say that the master's house had never been comfortable.

Hatake Duanren took off his clogs, let his white socks step on the scarlet pool of blood, he walked slowly, only to find Hatake Sakumo, no, he should be called father, this man held a short knife with the handle behind his back, and plunged straight into it. Into the abdomen, breath, already dead.

No one in this world can kill Konoha Baiya silently, so it is obvious that this man committed suicide.

The servant's face was still solemn, panic and bewilderment flashed in his eyes, Hatake Duanren was better, grief flashed in his eyes, and his expression was as cold as ever.

While the servant was at a loss, a small white umbrella floated over from a distance. The white color did not match in this dark night.The servants instinctively blocked him, but they were still helpless due to their identity, and finally Xiao Baisan stopped at the door of the house.

Under the little white umbrella is a little boy.

Walking into the room slowly, the umbrella suddenly fell off. The little boy also had a turbulent look on his face, hesitating, not believing, and walking towards the room step by step. Tightening the sleeves of Hatake Duanren, he murmured fearfully: "Brother..."

Hatake Duanren, who has always been cold, only becomes vivid in front of the little boy, as if alive.

"Kakashi, I didn't hide it from you, or I couldn't hide it at all. Father committed suicide."

Hatake Duanren just smiled slightly, and said something softly, but his gaze passed over Hatake Kakashi's body, into the streets and alleys outlined by lightning and thunder in the distance.

"Muye Village is really rotten, rotten. Some people hide in the dark and act recklessly, and some people play tricks on the stage. Just wait, one day, those long-sleeved and fluttering people will lose their hands and eat at night. A man's mouth will be split open, and the imprint of sin will be etched on the bone forever and ever."

Hatake Duanren spoke very calmly, just like chatting with others when he was full of tea and food on weekdays, but such an ordinary chat made people look cold, a flash of lightning flashed, and all the broken people outside the house standing in the rain Everyone trembled.

"Mourning! Hatake Sakumo, the Hatake family of Konoha Hidden Village, committed suicide tonight!"

A cold and decisive word came out of Hatake Duanren's mouth. As cold as it was in the cold night, the old servant who was following Hatake Duanren bowed slightly, and asked Chi Chi: "Is it inappropriate to have a funeral at this time?" ? Do you need to discuss it with Hokage-sama?"

"No, do as I say!" Hatake Duanren sternly said, stepped forward and pulled out the short knife from Hatake Sakumo's abdomen, wiped it on his clothes, inserted it back into the sheath, and pinned it to his waist .

Holding the fainted Hatake Kakashi, he walked outside.

The servant resisted the shock and did not dare to look up.

The whole Konoha is shrouded in twilight, only occasional lightning and thunder can provide a little light, and there are black umbrellas looming in the corners of the attic.

Hatake Duanren walked into the rain, still hugging Kakashi, with the old servant holding an umbrella behind him, and when he walked into the courtyard, he stopped quietly and looked at the black umbrella hidden in the dark.

"Sakumo Hatake is dead, you should leave!"

After hearing Hatake Duanren's scolding, the black umbrellas gathered together, and the leader jumped in front of Hatake Duanren without making any sound, and the rest just scattered and followed behind silently.

The main courtyard of the Banyan House gradually exudes a murderous aura.

These people wear cold animal face masks, Konoha Anbe's unique attire, but who are they serving under the masks, and who can say clearly?

The leader gave a slight salute to Hatake Broken Blade, and said apologetically, "We are ordered by Lord Hokage to protect the Hatake family."

"No need, there is nothing in Hatake House that needs your protection!"

Hatake Duanren raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was an unspeakable coldness on his face, as cold as a corpse that had been placed in the mortuary for a long time, and there was no warmth in his eyes.

It's hard to imagine that this is just the look a nine-year-old boy should have.

"You are still young, of course you need protection." Anbu said.

"Oh?" A contemptuous voice sounded.

In response to the sound, there was an electric arc between Hatake Broken Blade's fingers. At that moment, the space seemed to be still, and even the pattering raindrops seemed to be suspended in the air and could not fall.

Then the arc began to pull, extending into a line, like a long and thin sword.

There was a soft "chi" sound.

The arc pierced through the black umbrella held up by the leader, and a small hole appeared in the umbrella surface. Anbu, who was hidden under the cat-face mask, opened his eyes wide, unable to believe it was real.

This technique was too fast, and he didn't see clearly how Hatake Broken Ren was sealed, which was completely different from the lower ninja Hatake Broken Ren at the end of the Wannian crane in the data.

"Good trick!"

Under the cat's face, the hands of the young team leader Anbu trembled imperceptibly. Just now, he accidentally let the umbrella cover be pierced. throat.Such carelessness is fatal on the battlefield, he was very annoyed, and some anger ignited in addition to his annoyance.

The fingers were vaguely pinched into several fingerprints.

The smile on his face receded at this moment, his body leaned forward slightly, his body began to emit a faint fluorescent light, the raindrops floating in the sky accelerated instantly, as dense as thousands of books poured towards the broken blade of the flag tree, a strong killing breath stand out.

Hatake Duanren's fingertips burst out brighter arcs, and then divided into one, two, countless strands... and suddenly fought back!
The friction between raindrops and electric arcs produced countless water vapors, which permeated the entire small courtyard.

It is rainy tonight, it is very suitable for the release of water-type ninja, but today is Lei Ye, the power of thunder-type ninja is beyond imagination.

The dense heat waves spread out layer by layer, forming a pure white world, and then, a very small number of electric arcs shuttled back and forth on the white water mist, and the billowing heat was forced to vent into the sky.

The rain stopped, Hatake Broken Blade remained motionless, Anbu team leader had already retreated to the door of Hatake's house, his face was getting paler, and the cold sweat on his palms was getting more and more.

He had already judged that Hatake Duanren was not the Wannian crane tail in the data, but after a simple tentative fight, he still understood that his judgment was too superficial.

Everyone in Anbu did not answer, and quickly retreated.

It's a thunderstorm tonight, and it's as if nothing has happened.

(End of this chapter)