The man in green tights stood tall, looking around in puzzlement, his brows furrowed into a single, thick line.
Naruto nearly fell off his seat. "Eh ! Thick-brows?! Bushy-brows uncle?!"
Sakura's jaw dropped. "Wait, Naruto! Look carefully! That's not Guy-sensei!"
Sasuke's eyes narrowed. His cold gaze swept across the man's face, then lingered on his posture and presence. A chill ran down his spine.
"No… that's not Might Guy."
The man, realizing he was being watched, turned toward the three youths. His voice was calm, deep, and carried a strange familiarity:
"You three… are you Konoha's Genin?"
Naruto scratched his head in confusion, but before he could blurt anything out, the screen at the front of the dream space flickered to life.
A white light burst forth, illuminating the figure now seated on the benches. His outline became clearer, and the name hit all three of them like a thunderclap.
" Hatake Sakumo?!"
Naruto's eyes widened to the limit. "Wait a sec, that's… Kakashi-sensei's dad?!"
Sakura covered her mouth in shock. "Konoha's White Fang…"
Sasuke's eyes sharpened further, his fists clenching. Even he had heard the name. Hatake Sakumo, the White Fang of Konoha an elite whose fame once rivaled the Sannin themselves, a legend who had cast a shadow across the shinobi world.
[Ding! Uzumaki Naruto's emotional fluctuations have been captured! Emotional value +600!]
[Ding! Haruno Sakura's emotional fluctuations have been captured! Emotional value +400!]
[Ding! Uchiha Sasuke's emotional fluctuations have been captured! Emotional value +500!]
Naruto leapt from his chair, pointing with trembling hands at the man in the green tights. "Wh-what's going on? Why does he look like Guy-sensei, but he's supposed to be Kakashi-sensei's father?!"
The White Fang turned his head slowly. His sharp eyes gleamed beneath the dim light, carrying both warmth and a blade-like intensity.
"Guy…? No, boy, you're mistaken."
He reached up and tore away the outer disguise. The green training suit shimmered like fading mist, dissolving into nothingness.
In its place stood a tall man with silver hair, much like Kakashi's, though tied back neatly. His face was strong and weathered, and on his back hung a long tanto blade the very White Fang short sword of legend.
Kakashi's voice rang out from the screen, hoarse and trembling. "...Father?!"
The auditorium fell silent.
Even Naruto and Sakura forgot to breathe.
Sasuke's eyes darted between Kakashi on the screen and the imposing figure standing before them, and for once his usual composure faltered.
The White Fang, Hatake Sakumo, stepped forward, his gaze lingering on the familiar son who stared back at him through the dream's screen.
"It's been a long time, Kakashi."
On the screen, Kakashi slowly opened his eyes.
The dim light of the room fell across his silver hair and mask. He sat on the edge of a bed, his single visible eye heavy with fatigue yet alert with caution.
"Sensei…" Kakashi whispered to himself, his voice low and hoarse. "If only I could ask you directly… what kind of man is that masked enemy?"
He lowered his head, recalling every word, every movement, and the oppressive aura that had nearly crushed him in last night's dream. His left eye throbbed faintly, as if the phantom pain still lingered.
[Ding! Hatake Kakashi's emotional fluctuations have been captured! Emotional value +300!]
In the audience, Might Guy clenched both fists, his thick eyebrows twitching furiously. "Kakashi! To think you've been suffering in silence all this time!" His booming voice echoed through the dark auditorium. "But don't you worry! If your rival Guy is here, no enemy can make you bow your head!"
Naruto tilted his head, sweat beading down the side of his face. "Uh… does Guy-sensei even realize Kakashi can't hear him right now?"
Sakura covered her face in embarrassment. "Forget it… once he's fired up, there's no stopping him."
Sasuke only snorted softly but kept his sharp gaze fixed on the screen.
At this moment, the door in Kakashi's dream creaked open.
The air in the room seemed to still.
From the doorway, a shadow stretched into the room and the figure of a tall man slowly stepped inside.
Kakashi's heart skipped a beat. His hand instinctively moved toward the pouch at his waist.
"…Who?"
The light shifted, and the figure came into view.
Silver hair. Familiar forehead protector. A sword strapped across his back. His face was calm yet carried an air of quiet strength.
Kakashi's visible eye widened instantly, and his breath caught in his throat.
" Father?!"
The auditorium went silent.
Naruto's jaw dropped. "Eh?! That's Kakashi-sensei's dad?!"
Sakura gasped, covering her mouth. "The White Fang of Konoha… Hatake Sakumo?!"
Sasuke's pupils shrank, a flicker of awe and disbelief flashing in his eyes. "That name… even the clan elders spoke of him. His power rivaled the Sannin…"
[Ding! Uzumaki Naruto's emotional fluctuations have been captured! Emotional value +600!]
[Ding! Haruno Sakura's emotional fluctuations have been captured! Emotional value +400!]
[Ding! Uchiha Sasuke's emotional fluctuations have been captured! Emotional value +500!]
[Ding! Might Guy's emotional fluctuations have been captured! Emotional value +700!]
Guy leapt to his feet in excitement, tears streaming down his cheeks in dramatic fashion. "Sakumo-sama! The great White Fang himself! Kakashi… your eternal rival Guy bows his head with burning youth before your legendary father!!"
Naruto whispered under his breath, "Uh… I think Guy-sensei's more fired up than Kakashi is right now…"
On the screen, Kakashi's body trembled slightly.
His lips parted, his voice carrying the weight of countless unspoken years.
"…Father."
Hatake Sakumo's gaze softened slightly, though his voice still carried the weight of a seasoned warrior.
"Kakashi… what's with that stunned look? Pick up your stance. A shinobi must never let his guard down."
Kakashi's hands trembled around the wooden sword. His throat was dry, as if the words he wanted to say had been locked away for decades.
"…You're… alive?"
Sakumo tilted his head, puzzled. "Alive? What nonsense are you talking about, Kakashi? Of course I'm alive. Have you already forgotten your training?"
[Ding! Hatake Kakashi's emotional fluctuations have been captured! Emotional value +600!]
In the audience, Naruto leaned forward, gripping the seat.
"W-wait a minute… that's really him? The White Fang?!"
Sakura's eyes softened, her chest tightening at Kakashi's trembling voice. "This must be the first time… Kakashi-sensei has seen his father since he…"
Sasuke narrowed his eyes, studying the man who had once been spoken of with reverence even among the Uchiha. "So this is the White Fang. He doesn't look like a ghost… he looks alive."
Might Guy clenched both fists and tears streaked down his face in an instant. "Sakumo-sama! You've returned to guide your son's flames of youth! Kakashi, this is your chance don't waste it!!"
On the screen, Kakashi's chest rose and fell rapidly. He wanted to reach out, to touch, to confirm this wasn't some cruel illusion.
But before he could speak again, Sakumo's sharp eyes focused, and he raised his own wooden blade.
"Don't just stand there, Kakashi. Attack me."
Kakashi froze. "What…?"
Sakumo stepped forward, his presence pressing down like a mountain. His voice deepened, half test, half encouragement.
"If you are truly my son… then show me your resolve as a shinobi of Konoha. Draw your blade!"
The courtyard filled with the rustle of bamboo, the sound of cicadas fading into silence.
Kakashi's small hands tightened on the wooden sword. His heart ached with longing, fear, and determination all at once.
"…Father…"
[Ding! Hatake Kakashi's emotional fluctuations have been captured! Emotional value +700!]
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