· Though he sensed a secondary political calculation beneath the surface, Hiruzen Sarutobi ultimately capitulated to Danzo’s request, anchored entirely by his absolute faith in the White Fang’s combat efficacy.
In the Hokage’s strategic estimation, Hideki Sato—having successfully acquired Tsunade’s monstrous strength and the core sealing architecture of the Uzumaki lineage—was destined to serve as the ultimate stabilizing anchor for the Jinchuriki.
Accelerating his growth profile in a controlled, live-combat environment was far from a poor operational choice.
Hideki Sato was navigating the neighborhood paths with a fresh sack of groceries securely under his arm, bound for his estate, when a localized silhouette abruptly materialized in his immediate blind spot.
Operating entirely on instinct, Hideki violently drove a heavy fist backward without a fraction of therapeutic hesitation.
To his genuine surprise, the severe, high-output strike—fully backed by the explosive surge of his newly mastered physical conditioning—was intercepted and completely neutralized with effortless, fluid ease.
Sakumo Hatake relaxed his palm, letting go of Hideki’s fist as a faint, easy smile played across his features.
“Staggering raw power, kiddo.
I am Sakumo Hatake, though you may comfortably identify me across the network as the White Fang.
An immediate deployment mandate requires your presence alongside my cell.
The operational baseline is temporarily logged as an A-rank engagement.” Hearing the prompt, the smooth equilibrium of Hideki’s expression instantaneously collapsed into pure irritation.
“I am a newly minted Genin anchored to baseline logistics.
What functional metrics do I possibly possess to justify a joint deployment alongside a legend like the White Fang?
To say nothing of jumping straight into an A-rank theater.” Sakumo closed his fingers around Hideki’s tactical collar, hauling him clean off the turf as he accelerated toward the main gates in a sudden, high-speed blur.
“This is an absolute, non-negotiable command assignment from the high administration; refusal is structurally impossible.
Besides, the second your boots clear the return gates, your paperwork will officially formalize your promotion to Chunin.” Realizing the trajectory was already set, Hideki could only adapt to the physical reality of the transit.
“Release your hold first, Sensei.
I am perfectly capable of maintaining my own acceleration.” Sakumo cast a brief, clinical glance toward him before abruptly opening his hand.
Hideki’s silhouette violently dropped out of the skyward arc, but within a fraction of a second, he fluidly adjusted his center of gravity, landing with perfect precision against a thick oak branch before seamlessly locking onto Sakumo’s high-speed trajectory.
Though Sakumo was maintaining a Punishing vanguard velocity, Hideki managed to comfortably anchor himself to the rear line.
After all, under Tsunade’s brutal, relentless physical conditioning, Hideki’s baseline close-quarters mobility and physical endurance easily matched the metrics of an elite Chunin.
Listening to the steady, rhythmic rustle of the leaves behind him, Sakumo’s expression remained entirely unbothered.
Hiruzen Sarutobi would never dream of assigning a regular, unpolished child to his cell; the White Fang was an apex predator, not a baseline nursery attendant.
Advancing at peak strategic velocity, Hideki and Sakumo comfortably cleared roughly ninety miles of geography within a minimal timeframe.
The perimeter resolved into an expansive, seemingly infinite ancient forest matrix.
Short of rogue elements and lawless outlaws operating outside the administration’s network, the civilian footprint here was absolute zero.
The geography was heavily saturated with high-threat biological hazards.
Thwack!
A venomous viper, its tongue darting frantically, was instantaneously pinned flat against a heavy trunk by a fluid flick of Hideki’s kunai.
Retrieving the steel, Hideki shifted his gaze toward Sakumo, who had briefly paused against a low ridge to adjust his gear.
“May I officially inquire about the structural parameters of this operation?” “Did I omit the mission briefing?” Sakumo replied easily, checking the alignment of his weapon.
“Our tactical mandate is to systematically purge the Hidden Stone detachments actively infiltrating the borders of the Land of Fire.” “Executed exclusively by a two-man cell?” “Correct.
Unless your tactical roadmap calculated a necessity for additional assets?” Hearing the verification, Hideki felt a distinct wave of mental exhaustion.
The White Fang comfortably wielded Kage-tier destructive output—that reality was absolute.
However, the specialized vanguard cells deployed by the Hidden Stone to breach a foreign border would, at the absolute minimum, be composed of seasoned Special Jonin.
To march into that specific hornets’ nest carrying a raw Genin as the sole backup variable felt obscenely reckless.
Has that old fossil Hiruzen Sarutobi completely lost his analytical cognitive functions?
While Hideki was internally formatting a massive registry of complaints, Sakumo abruptly snapped to his feet, his gaze locking intensely onto the northeastern quadrant.
“Hostile deployment confirmed.
Two Jonin accompanied by three Special Jonin variables.
The twin high-tier variables are officially claimed by my blade.
The remaining three Special Jonin are assigned to your department.” Before Hideki could even construct a verbal response, Sakumo smoothly drew the short, white Sabre that anchored his legacy.
A flash of blinding, freezing white chakra instantly sliced through the brush as his silhouette vanished from reality.
Though Hideki couldn’t verify the precise sensory range of Sakumo’s radar, he immediately bit his thumb, siphoning a massive loop of chakra to summon Charmeleon onto the turf as he dropped into a low combat stance.
Within a minute, three Stone ninja materialized from the dense canopy, skidding to a halt right before his position.
Though they had systematically stripped their gear of any official military identification markings, the heavily calloused, rough earth-scarred texture of their skin made their birth country glaringly obvious: the Land of Earth.
“Hm?
What is a Leaf toddler doing stranded out in this sector?” “Desist from secondary calculations.
Eliminate the asset instantly.” The operative anchoring the center of their formation flashed a thoroughly savage, predatory grin.
“Don’t harbor a grudge against us, kiddo.
Blame your own catastrophic miscalculation for crossing our operational line.
Earth Style: Mud Layer Dragon Bullet!” Faced with a roaring, massive serpentine dragon constructed entirely from high-density mud and stone, a singular, hyper-fixated thought dominated Hideki’s mind: Why do these native shinobi insist on bellowing the technical designations of their arts at the absolute top of their lungs right before deployment?
Isn’t that literally just broadcasting a formal tactical warning to the enemy regarding your elemental output?
Hideki’s right boot slammed into the turf, the ground fracturing as he launched himself clean over the dragon’s trajectory.
Materializing directly within the center of the Stone vanguard, he drove a heavy fist straight toward the lead operative.
The trio of Stone ninja had completely failed to calculate that a seemingly fragile, unpolished child could command such a terrifying volume of raw kinetic force.
Caught entirely off guard by their own arrogance, the lead operative took the full brunt of the strike.
The absolute shockwave violently launched his body backward, fracturing a succession of heavy trees before he collapsed into the brush, his structural metrics instantaneously reduced to a critical, near-dead state.
The remaining two Stone ninja fluidly triggered their Body Flicker Technique, aggressively expanding the distance between themselves and Hideki.
One of the operatives stared at the shattered landscape, his expression turning deeply alarmed.
“Is that…
Tsunade’s signature monstrous strength?
Our deployment profile has been compromised!” Exchanging a rapid, wordless glance, the duo drew their kunai and lunged from left and right, their movements executing at peak lethal velocity.
Their initial arrogance had evaporated; they were officially treating Hideki as a lethal threat.
Right as their steel prepared to connect, a massive silhouette violently intersected the trajectory.
Charmeleon snapped its jaws open, unleashing a roaring, continuous spiral of Fire Spin that completely swallowed the twin Stone operatives in an inferno.
Accompanied by two sharp, agonizing shrieks, the dinosaur instantly followed up by pouring a dual loop of high-density Flamethrower directly into the vacuum, systematically reducing the two ninja to absolute ash before their ashes could even hit the turf.
Hideki calmly turned his gaze back toward the initial operative who had been crippled by his punch.
Witnessing the absolute, instantaneous liquidation of his seasoned comrades, the surviving Stone ninja lost every single shred of combat resolve.
Trembling violently, he dragged his broken frame off the dirt, spinning on his heel to launch into a desperate retreat.
However, as he scrambled through the brush, a pair of legs abruptly manifested directly within his visual field.
Why did those boots look so intimately familiar?
Pfft!
Like a hot blade shearing effortlessly through soft dairy, the operative’s lower limbs were systematically, cleanly severed from his torso in a single, fluid stroke of white light.
Sakumo Hatake’s cold, unbothered voice drifted down from the canopy.
“If I were operating in your shoes, I would have desisted from fleeing.
Speak clearly…
what are the exact structural parameters of the Hidden Stone’s current deployment campaign?” The dying Stone ninja raised his head, staring up at the white-haired icon as his entire body vibrated with absolute terror.
“You…
you are that legendary demon…
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