Naruto: Starting as the Third Hokage with Tears in His Eyes

Chapter 150 A Ray of Ultimate White Light

On the open ground, Nara Shikako lazily stretched out his finger and casually placed a black stone on the Go board.

"Clatter".

The crisp sound of the pieces hitting the ground struck the hearts of every member of the Water Ghost Squad.

The Naruto...foresaw it?

The captain of the Water Ghost Squad's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

He looked at the man eating fried dough sticks, his mind going completely blank.

That seemingly harmless, lazy face was, in his eyes, more terrifying than any ferocious enemy.

It turns out that their so-called secret infiltration and feint attack were just a pre-arranged script from the very beginning.

They are self-important actors on stage.

And the audience, and even the director, were all the same person from beginning to end.

The man sitting upright in the Hokage's office, known as the Professor of Ninja.

Having figured all this out, a chill emanating from the depths of his soul caused the captain's body to tremble uncontrollably.

What he found even more absurd and ridiculous was...

In the open space, the legendary White Fang of Konoha, after seeing the move that Nara Shikazuki made, actually scratched his head in frustration, a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Wait a moment!"

Shuo Mao became anxious.

"This move doesn't count. I didn't think it through, and I want to take it back!"

Nara rolled his eyes and retorted.

"Please, manager, could you please stop thinking about taking back your moves?"

"Playing chess is like living life; once a move is made, there's no going back."

Seeing this, the captain of the Water Ghost Squad almost wondered if he had fallen under some kind of profound illusion.

Is this the ruthless and decisive White Fang of Konoha?

Is this really a deadly trap targeting these ninjas?

However, reason told him that he had to retreat immediately!

He bit his tongue hard, the sharp pain restoring a sliver of control to his body, and he was preparing to signal a retreat at all costs.

Right at this moment.

A terrifying killing intent instantly locked onto them all.

On an open space.

The white-haired man, who had been agonizing over taking back a move just a moment ago, slowly raised his head.

His eyes changed.

If those were the eyes of a farmer, filled with a touch of honesty and earnestness.

So now, it is a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.

Cold, sharp, devoid of any emotion.

It was a pure, cold emptiness that seemed to completely strip away one's soul.

That's the color of a blade.

It is the color of death reflected in the countless souls of the dead.

Sakumo Hatake slowly stood up.

He didn't look at the uninvited guests in the forest, but instead looked down at the Go game in front of him that had already reached a dead end.

The black pieces have completely surrounded and killed his dying dragon.

"Tsk."

He clicked his tongue, a genuine look of annoyance on his face.

In the end, I will lose this game.

They lost completely, with no chance of a comeback.

Across from him, Nara Kaguya had a smug, lazy smile on his lips.

That expression seemed to say: See? I told you not to struggle.

Sakumo raised an eyebrow.

He stretched out his hand.

It wasn't the short sword reaching towards his waist, but rather the chessboard in front of him.

Then, amidst the momentary astonishment in Nara Kaguya's eyes, he lightly flicked his wrist.

wow-

The black and white chess pieces on the board, like a flock of startled birds, soared into the sky.

Time stretched out infinitely at this moment.

The warm, smooth chess pieces tumbled in the air, reflecting the morning sunlight and tracing graceful arcs.

Through the black and white curtain, the expression on Nara Shikano's perpetually sleepy face underwent an extremely fascinating change.

First, I was shocked.

Then came the incredible.

Finally, there was a burning, red-hot anger.

Sakumo Hatake didn't look at his friend's face, which was about to explode.

He simply placed his hand lightly on the hilt of the short knife wrapped in white cloth behind him.

"I'm sorry, you guys..."

Sakumo Hatake's voice was calm and undisturbed, as if he were simply stating a trivial fact.

"You interrupted my game of chess with the deer antlers."

Mist Ninja: ?

The moment the words fell.

Shuo Mao's figure disappeared.

In the forest, the captain of the water ghost squad, with his battle-hardened body, instinctively wanted to react.

retreat.

defense.

Fight back.

However, his brain simply didn't have time to issue any instructions to his body.

His thoughts, dynamic vision, and all his senses were far from keeping up with that person's speed.

He only saw a ray of light.

A white blade of light, so pure and exquisite, that it seemed capable of tearing space itself apart.

The white light flashed and disappeared in the forest.

No sound, wind pressure.

Not even a single leaf was disturbed.

It simply appeared and then disappeared.

It was so fast that one might wonder if it was just an illusion created by sunlight filtering through the leaves.

"Clang."

A very faint sound, like a blade returning to its sheath, rang out.

Sakumo Hatake has returned to the huge tree stump as if he had never left.

The black and white chess pieces that had been flying through the air were only just beginning to fall to the ground.

"Whoosh—"

He reached out and caught the pieces precisely before they hit the ground.

Place the white stones into your Go jar.

Then he put Kuroko into the jar in front of the Nara deer antlers.

Throughout the entire process, he performed it meticulously, with focused and serious attention as if he were completing a sacred task.

After doing all this, Hatake Sakumo sat down again, playing with a few white stones in his hand, a slightly apologetic smile on his face, as he looked at Nara Kaguya, who was completely petrified across from him.

"That one doesn't count."

"I'll download it again."

in the forest.

The dozen or so elite ninjas from Kirigakure, whether standing on tree trunks or lurking in the shadows, all froze in place.

They remained on guard.

On everyone's face, astonishment, fear, and bewilderment remained frozen.

A gentle breeze blew by.

The leaves in the forest rustled.

One.

Another one.

A dozen or so fine, almost imperceptible lines of blood quietly appeared on each of their necks.

The line of blood was so thin and so smooth, it was as if an artist had drawn a perfect red line on their necks with the sharpest pen.

A moment later.

puff.

puff.

One head after another, losing their support, rose straight up from their necks in unison, only to crash heavily to the ground.

The gaze follows one of the heads as it rolls and falls.

In the final moments before his consciousness faded, the captain saw the lush green grass and the figures of his comrades.

He saw his own headless body, still standing.

The smooth, mirror-like incision on the neck was gushing out blood.

So this is... the color of death.

So, this is... Konoha's White Fang.