Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

According to the above description, this is a technique that can recall a soul from the Pure Land.

Sasuke stepped forward, ready to examine the difference between a ninja's soul and a Shinigami's soul.

But suddenly a terrifying suction force came from the pillar of light, and the rope of spiritual energy slowly began to turn transparent.

Seeing that Mizuki was about to break free of his restraints, Sasuke did not hesitate and unleashed an arc of sword light.

Shui Mu's soul vanished in the flash of the blade, and the pillar of light connecting to the Pure Land also disappeared.

He glanced at Naruto, who was still in a daze, and at the scroll in his hand, and frowned slightly.

Have you finished reading it?

"Huh? Oh..." Naruto was jolted awake by the question.

But everything that had just happened left his mind in a state of confusion, and he only remembered the name of the first technique: Multiple Shadow Clone Technique.

Suddenly, two ANBU ninjas emerged from the shadows.

"The Hokage has ordered that the Scroll of Seals be retrieved immediately. Also, Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha, you two need to come back with us for questioning."

Naruto was somewhat at a loss and subconsciously looked at Sasuke, feeling a pang of grievance in his heart.

Why should I be treated like a criminal when I'm the one who was deceived?

Sasuke tossed the scroll over expressionlessly, then turned to leave.

"Please wait, Uchiha Sasuke."

An ANBU ninja instantly stopped Sasuke, saying, "This is an order."

Sasuke stopped in his tracks, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

"You guys?"

The moment the words fell, an indescribable, terrifying aura erupted.

The two members of the secret service contracted their pupils the moment they came into contact with this aura, and their bodies froze on the spot.

"If you dare to block my way again..."

Sasuke's voice was soft, yet it struck the two ANBU members like a heavy hammer, "...I'll kill you both."

After saying that, he didn't pause again, and walked step by step into the darkness, disappearing from sight.

Naruto hesitated for a moment, then quickly followed Sasuke's retreating figure.

After a long while, when the suffocating pressure completely dissipated, the two members of the secret service collapsed to their knees, panting heavily, as if all their strength had been drained.

One of them trembled as he raised his hand, trying to remove his mask, only to find his arm too weak to lift.

"What...what was that just now...?" His voice was filled with disbelief and fear.

The other person did not answer, but simply lowered their head, looking at their hands that were still trembling uncontrollably.

As members of the secret service, they have seen too many powerful figures and faced countless life-or-death crises.

But never before, not even the thought of resistance could arise, as it had just happened.

Chapter 38 The Abandoned Knife

Inside an unassuming dessert shop in Konoha Village.

Sasuke Uchiha sat alone in a corner, expressionless, taking small bites of the three-colored dumplings on his plate with a bamboo skewer.

The sweet taste melted in his mouth, causing him to instinctively frown, but he didn't stop moving.

This morning, he still took the initiative to meet with the Third Hokage.

As expected, Hiruzen Sarutobi only briefly mentioned everything that happened that night.

From this perspective, everything yesterday was arranged by him.

Those two figures that appeared in the shadows later were probably just for show.

Sasuke's attempt to reclaim the Uchiha family fortune was only half successful.

“Sasuke, you are still young. The Uchiha clan has a huge amount of wealth. To prevent it from being coveted by those with ulterior motives, the village will temporarily hold the remaining assets for you. They will be returned in full when you come of age.”

When Hiruzen Sarutobi said that, he had a gentle and kind smile on his face.

But Sasuke found it a bit ridiculous.

If he hadn't displayed enough talent, he probably wouldn't have been able to get his hands on this part of the family fortune so easily.

Sasuke put the last dumpling into his mouth.

Just then, a green whirlwind, accompanied by a powerful roar, swept past the store entrance.

"Oh! Burn, youth! I've lost again this time. You're a worthy opponent, Kakashi!"

"As punishment, double the training! First, run twenty laps around Konoha while doing a handstand! If you can't do that, do eight thousand push-ups..."

The green figure quickly disappeared at the end of the street, leaving only a series of passionate slogans echoing in the air.

The other customers in the shop seemed to be used to it, and just smiled helplessly.

Sasuke withdrew his gaze from the direction where the figure had disappeared, but the image of training in the underground training ground of Urahara Store flashed through his mind.

"...Your swordsmanship and free-fighting techniques are like those of a self-taught amateur."

Urahara's words echoed in his ears once more.

Sasuke put down the bamboo skewer in his hand, his brows furrowing slightly.

After those days of training, his understanding of white-hat fighting had indeed improved significantly.

However, the training of the Slash Technique was forced to be interrupted before it even began due to the chaos in the Hollow Clan.

That's a pity.

Although Takemikazuchi is very powerful, his current use of the sword is still based on a simple and brutal set of instinctive fighting techniques.

Moreover, since Kisuke Urahara is able to guide me.

So......

There should be true masters of swordsmanship in this world.

With that thought in mind, Sasuke no longer hesitated.

He placed the money on the table, stood up, and walked straight out of the dessert shop.

He needed someone to provide the intelligence, and the candidate was obvious.

……

"Whose swordsmanship is better?"

In the third training ground, Kakashi leaned against a tree trunk, looking at Sasuke with a serious expression, his eyes filled with surprise.

"Yes."

Sasuke's answer was straightforward: "I want to find the strongest swordsman to instruct me."

Kakashi scratched his head and looked Sasuke up and down.

He recalled Sasuke's previous swordsmanship, which was full of killing intent. Although it was not systematic, it was very skillful.

In addition, there were two extraordinary knives at his waist.

This child definitely needs to go further down this path.

"The best swordsmen in the village..." Kakashi pondered, quickly filtering through the village's candidates in his mind.

Anbu's Uzuki Xiyan?

Her swordsmanship is good, a standard Konoha style, but her style leans towards assassination, too feminine, and not suitable for Sasuke.

Special Jonin Hayate Gekko?

His Crescent Moon Dance is quite spectacular, but his physical condition is too poor, and his strength is probably not even as good as Sasuke's now.

Let them guide Sasuke?

Kakashi could almost picture Sasuke's defiant little face.

This kid has very high standards; he wouldn't even look at an ordinary Jonin.

Names flashed through Kakashi's mind, only to be rejected one by one.

Ultimately, his mind was fixed on a lonely figure holding a short knife under the twilight.

In his hand, he held a ninja sword that could strike fear into the hearts of all enemies: White Fang.

That sword was once the pride of Konoha.

"Konoha's White Fang," a title that was once even more dazzling than "The Yellow Flash."

Kakashi's eyes became somewhat complicated as he recalled the past, a mixture of pride and pain.

"I know someone."

He spoke slowly, his voice lower than usual, "His swordsmanship was once hailed as the strongest in Konoha, and even the Sannin had to show him respect."

A flicker of interest crossed Sasuke's eyes: "Who is he?"

"Sakumo Hatake".

When Kakashi uttered the name, his tone was unusually calm: "The White Fang of Konoha, my father."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow slightly.

Kakashi's father? He had never heard of him.

"However, he is no longer here."

Kakashi's tone remained calm, as if he were talking about something unrelated to himself, but the look in his eyes as he looked at Sasuke was more serious than ever before.

"The man is gone, but his swordsmanship remains."

"Our Hatake clan has passed down a set of sword techniques from generation to generation."

"It has no name, it only pursues the purest drawing and slashing, integrating everything into this most basic movement, aiming for a one-hit kill."

Sasuke listened quietly without interrupting. This idea seemed to coincide with the foundation that Urahara had mentioned.