Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

He saw Sakumo Hatake in front of the meatball shop.

The once spirited man now looked unusually old.

He carried the chakra dagger that struck fear into the hearts of his enemies. Facing the pointing eyes and deliberately suppressed curses of the passersby, he did not explain, but remained silent. His back was still straight, but his eyes revealed an indescribable weariness and loneliness.

Kakashi followed behind him, his small fists clenched tightly, his face flushed red under the mask, his eyes filled with anger and confusion.

He couldn't understand why his father, who was clearly a hero and had done this to save his comrades, had turned out this way.

Aoba could only watch from afar.

He couldn't save Sakumo Hatake.

This is a political strangulation of White Fang, and also a trial of humanity.

The tacit approval of the higher-ups, Danzo's encouragement, and the ignorance and blind obedience of the masses together wove this web.

Perhaps this net was destined from the moment Sakumo obtained the Hokage's half-sleeve.

White Fang's prestige was so high that none of the three legendary Sannin could compare to him.

Sakumo Hatake wasn't their chosen successor, or rather, White Fang wasn't among the candidates to succeed as Hokage.

They could only damage White Fang's reputation, even tarnish it, and eliminate any possibility of Sakumo Hatake becoming the next Hokage.

Aoba sighed inwardly. He knew very well that in the face of enormous collective interests, personal honor and sacrifice seemed so insignificant. He was just an insignificant little figure, powerless to change this sweeping torrent.

Unless Aoba now possesses the power to suppress everything, any intervention will only result in his own destruction.

However, even if he did, he wouldn't do it; it was Mr. Sakumo's own choice.

Because this is just a simple power struggle, all the rumors and gossip will immediately disappear if Sakumo Hatake takes a step back.

But he did not do that; instead, he chose to commit suicide to practice his will, or rather, his way of forbearance.

If Aoba hadn't known the future plot, he would never have imagined that such a powerful and gentle man would ultimately choose to end his life by suicide. This was completely unexpected by the Third Hokage, the Konoha leadership, and everyone else.

a few days later.

"White Fang is dead!"

The "White Fang of Konoha," who struck fear into the hearts of his enemies on the battlefield, did not die by the enemy's blade, but in the village he protected, and under the chakra dagger that symbolized his glory.

There was no official announcement, nor any mournful tolling of bells, but the news of Sakumo Hatake's suicide spread like a silent, cold wind throughout every corner of Konoha.

The rumors and gossip that were rampant just a few days ago, along with the malicious accusations and insults, seemed to have been wiped away overnight by an invisible hand, disappearing without a trace.

The entire village fell into an eerie calm, a silence more chilling than any commotion.

Aoba stood on the street corner, watching the villagers go about their work as usual. Their faces no longer showed the righteous indignation they had shown before, as if the accusations and insults they had received were directed at someone else.

This tragedy, tacitly approved by high-level officials and driven by public opinion, has finally come to an end in the most devastating way.

Because it was a suicide, Sakumo Hatake was unable to enjoy a funeral as a hero.

The ceremony was simple and quiet, but quite a few people came to see him off.

At the memorial, many ninjas and civilians spontaneously came to pay their respects, silently offering white flowers to send off this former hero on his final journey.

Qingye didn't squeeze into the crowd; he just stood far away under a tree until the crowd gradually dispersed and the setting sun cast long shadows of the tombstones before stepping out from under the shade of the tree.

"Although I don't agree with your extreme approach, I admire your character. In this distorted world, people who are too gentle and upright often don't live long."

Aoba walked to the tombstone, bent down to put down the flowers, and said softly, "Farewell, Sakumo-senpai."

"A very interesting comment."

A hoarse yet magnetic voice sounded from behind.

Aoba's back muscles tensed instantly, but he didn't turn around immediately. Instead, he slowly straightened up and stepped aside, making room for the middle position.

A long-haired man wearing a pale white kimono was standing next to Aoba.

With long, golden pupils and purple eyeshadow extending to his nose, he exuded a chilling aura, like a venomous snake just awakened from hibernation.

Orochimaru.

I didn't expect this person to come too.

"Lord Orochimaru."

Aoba bowed slightly, a hint of surprise and fear appearing on her face.

Orochimaru ignored Aoba and slowly walked to the tombstone. His long, golden pupils reflected the tombstone, but there was no trace of pity in them.

"Human life is so fragile. Even someone as strong as White Fang can easily perish for such a trivial reason."

Orochimaru stuck out his tongue and washed his face, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "Human emotions are such superfluous and cumbersome things."

Qingye remained silent; he neither wanted to nor dared to speak.

At this stage, any unnecessary action in front of Orochimaru could cause unnecessary trouble.

However, what you fear most is what happens.

As Orochimaru turned to leave, he paused slightly, his snake-like vertical pupils lightly sweeping over Aoba.

"An interesting kid."

With just one glance, Qingye felt the hairs on his body stand on end, as if he were being stared at by some terrifying creature.

The oppressive feeling only gradually dissipated when Orochimaru's figure completely disappeared into the shadows.

Qingye exhaled a breath of stale air and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Looks like I'll have to be more low-key from now on."

……

White Fang's death was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool. After the ripples subsided, the surface of the water seemed to return to calm, but the undercurrents beneath the surface were even more turbulent.

The most direct impact was that Tsunade missed classes in the experimental class.

I heard that the day after Sakumo Hatake's funeral, there was a quarrel coming from the Hokage Building, it seemed that Tsunade and the Hokage were arguing again.

The person who replaced Tsunade in class was a female ninja who looked to be in her thirties and had a capable demeanor.

"From today onwards, I will be temporarily in charge of your classes," she introduced herself. "I am a Jonin from Konoha Hospital, you can call me Teacher Ueno."

Ueno-sensei's style is completely different from Tsunade's.

She didn't talk about those brutal battlefield cases, nor did she instill any lofty ideals. Her teaching style was exceptionally gentle and meticulous, and she placed great emphasis on...practical application.

Ms. Ueno placed a tray covered with a white cloth on the podium.

"The foundation of medical ninjutsu is an absolute understanding of human anatomy, but we don't have anyone today, so we'll use something else for now."

As she spoke, Ms. Ueno pulled back the white cloth in front of her, revealing a large, anesthetized frog fixed in a tray.

Then, out of nowhere, he produced a sharp scalpel.

"Today's lesson is live dissection. I don't expect you to learn treatment immediately, but you should at least learn how to make precise cuts in the skin, avoiding blood vessels and nerves."

After saying that, she swiftly and smoothly slashed open the frog's abdomen, revealing its still-beating heart and internal organs.

"vomit--"

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