OBS Chapter 635 Sword Skills
Chapter 635 Sword Skills
Once such swordsmanship is unleashed, Zhang Hai will undoubtedly rise to the ranks of Konoha's top assassins, and may even become a figure feared throughout the entire ninja world. This is an ultimate killing technique.
Seeing that Zhenhong was deep in thought, Zhang Hai did not urge him, but patiently waited for his decision.
"The teacher... committed suicide."
Kakashi's voice was low and deep, as if wrapped in thick cotton wool, each word carrying an indescribable weight. He lowered his head, his silver hair obscuring half his face, and in the one eye that was visible, there was an overwhelming sadness and guilt.
However, for Zhang Hai, those words were like a thunderbolt tearing through the sky, instantly shattering all his thoughts and senses into pieces. The world lost its color at that moment, leaving only chaos and excruciating pain.
"What did you say?" Zhang Hai's voice was almost squeezed out of his throat, dry and hoarse, with a tremor he himself was unaware of. He stood up abruptly, the chair making a screeching sound behind him, but it was suppressed by the sudden surge of darkness within him.
Grief, overwhelming grief, washed over Zhang Hai like a flood breaking through a dam, instantly shattering all his defenses. He couldn't breathe; it felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his chest tightly, a suffocating sensation more despairing than any torture. The world before him began to distort, his vision blurred, and only Kakashi's face, etched with sorrow, stood out starkly in the darkness.
The dark soul power within him erupted like a volcano, surging uncontrollably. Invisible ripples spread outwards from Zhang Hai, instantly engulfing the entire room. The air became thick and heavy; the teacup on the table shattered silently, scattering its contents across the floor. On the walls, fine cracks spread like a spiderweb, as if the entire space could not withstand the oppressive, violent power. Light was swallowed by darkness, plunging the room into an eerie gloom. Only Zhang Hai's eyes, now transformed into crimson Sharingan, gleamed with a bloodthirsty light in the dense darkness.
He stared intently at Kakashi, his eyes devoid of warmth, filled only with boundless rage and pain. Angry—anger born of loss, anger born of Kakashi's weakness, and even more so of his own current powerlessness—completely ignited within him.
"You...do you know what you're saying?" Zhang Hai's voice became low and hoarse, each word like a sharpened blade, carrying a chilling aura. His body trembled slightly, not from fear, but because the surging dark soul power within him almost tore his body apart.
Kakashi kept his head down and didn't respond, but his clenched fists betrayed the struggle he was going through.
"Teacher... he's dead? You're telling me he's dead?!" Zhang Hai rushed forward, his crimson Sharingan fixed on Kakashi, reflecting Kakashi's shocked and pained face. He raised his hand, without hesitation, and with unparalleled power, slapped Kakashi hard across the face.
"Oh!"
A muffled thud. Kakashi's body flew backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily into the wall before sliding down it and collapsing to the ground. His head was tilted to one side, and a trickle of blood slowly oozed from the corner of his mouth, a horrifying sight against his pale skin.
He did not resist or even dodge; he simply remained kneeling on the ground, coughing painfully a few times, blood dripping from his chin onto the floor.
"You!" Zhang Hai's breathing became heavy. He took a step forward, looking down at Kakashi, his crimson Sharingan practically spitting fire. "Is this how you protect your teacher? Huh?!"
He rebuked him sharply, his voice filled with a chilling intent, each word like a sharp knife, mercilessly piercing Kakashi's heart. "Weren't you the master's most valued disciple? Didn't you consider yourself Sakumo Hatake's son?! He treated you like his own son, pulling you out of the mire, teaching you ninjutsu, instilling in you his beliefs! And in the end? He's dead! And you could only watch him die like a piece of trash?!"
Words are like knives, sharp and cruel, tearing apart Kakashi's already wounded heart.
"You failed in your duty as a son! You betrayed all his expectations of you! You couldn't even protect his body, leaving him alone, filled with despair, to die!" Every word Zhang Hai spoke was like a giant hammer, slamming into Kakashi's chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
Kakashi remained silent, his head bowed, his expression shrouded in shadow. He offered no rebuttal, no explanation, only clenched his teeth, letting blood trickle from the corner of his mouth. He knew Zhang Hai's pain, he understood Zhang Hai's anger, for the self-blame and regret within him were like venomous snakes, tightly coiling around his heart. He couldn't utter a word, for he couldn't refute Zhang Hai's accusations, accusations that were so real, so unbearably real, that he couldn't bear them.
Seeing Kakashi's silence, Zhang Hai's pent-up grief and anger erupted once more. He felt an uncontrollable surge of violent impulse within him, making him want to tear everything in front of him to shreds and burn all the injustices of the world to ashes.
The power of his dark soul surged once more, spreading wildly outwards from him like an inky tide. A suffocating and violent aura filled the air; the furniture in the room began to tremble, fine cracks appeared on the walls, and even the floorboards creaked under the weight.
Just then, a strange resonance emanated from Zhang Hai's waist. He subconsciously looked down and saw that the usually restrained and calm White Fang Blade was now emitting a deep, continuous hum. A familiar yet unfamiliar chakra fluctuation suddenly surged from the blade.
That's... the teacher's chakra!
Pure and warm, tinged with a hint of compassion and helplessness, yet unwavering in its resolve. This chakra, like a clear spring, carved out a tranquil oasis in Zhang Hai's near-mad darkness.
The clatter of the White Fang Blade seemed to carry an ancient and profound rhythm, piercing through the darkness in Zhang Hai's heart and pulling him back from the brink of madness. The chakra belonging to Hatake Sakumo, like a father's arm, gently yet firmly embraced him, dispelling the bloodthirsty madness in his eyes.
The crimson Sharingan gradually lost its bloodlust, returning to Zhang Hai's original dark pupils. His heavy, disordered breathing gradually calmed, and the dark soul power within him slowly receded, returning to the depths of his body. The violent aura in the room gradually dissipated, returning to silence, leaving only a lingering, unsettling oppression in the air.