It was a seemingly ordinary but turning moment of fate. Kakashi, a six-year-old boy, was originally on the eve of graduating from Ninja school.
However, his world was completely subverted.
His father, Hagi Shumo, was framed as a traitor. Under such tremendous pressure, Hagi Shumo finally chose to commit suicide to prove his innocence.
Although this may be a relief for Sakumo Hagi himself, he no longer has to bear the suspicious gaze of others, and he no longer has to bear the infamy of a traitor to survive in the dark world.
But did he ever think that what he left behind was his extremely tender child Kakashi, who was only six years old.
Kakashi was originally pitiful. His mother died in childbirth as early as when she gave birth to him. In his young heart, his father was his only support.
He has always admired his father as a ninja, and wanted to become a powerful and righteous ninja like his father.
But now, his father has left him forever.
So, what kind of life will Kakashi face in the future?From this moment on, his future was shrouded in a huge haze.
Will he be discriminated against by the people around him because he is the son of that "traitor"?
What kind of environment will he live in?The home that was once full of love and warmth suddenly became deserted, leaving him alone.
What will he do in his future life?A six-year-old child does not yet have the ability to live independently. How does he face the trivial things in life, and how can he continue to survive in this ninja world?
These problems are like mountains, pressing heavily on Kakashi's young shoulders.
At this time, Sakumo Hagi's soul was trapped in a special frame.
He was stunned there, with mixed feelings in his heart, guilt for his son, unwillingness to his own destiny, and more confusion about all this in front of him.
However, Lan Zhan, who was manipulating the experiment outside, a person with a deep mind like an endless dark abyss, did not give him more opportunities to feel the spring and autumn.
Aizen was like a ruthless executioner, ignoring the rough waves in Sakumo Hagi's heart, he pressed the button directly, and in an instant, activated the huge machinery around the frame.
Countless light blue sparks around the machine began to shine, and the light was particularly dazzling against the black background.But Sakumo Hagi's soul, which theoretically would not have felt anything, at this time let out an extremely harsh scream because of the light blue light and shadow.
The cry seemed to be forcibly torn out from the depths of the soul, and it kept echoing in this enclosed space, making people frightened.
Lan Zhan looked at the constantly flowing data on the display screen calmly, without the slightest pity in his eyes, as if what was in front of him was not a tortured soul, but a lifeless object.
While carefully comparing with the data displayed on the other screen, he did not let go of any subtle differences, and on the other hand, like a high-ranking and self-reliant teacher, he conducted the so-called inculcations to Sakumo Hagi, who was being tortured. Inculcating.
"This is a good opportunity, Shuo Maojun.You are a very smart person, so I also want you to know your status."
Lan Zhan's voice was cold and calm, as if what he was talking about was not about life and death, pain and torture, but discussing today's weather.
"There is indeed a conversion mechanism between the art of spiritual transformation and natural energy, Chakra, and the three."
He continued, his eyes still staring at the data, and he was still making some records in his hands from time to time, "It is not impossible to present in this world with a pure soul body, and it can also be engraved by branding. ."
"Therefore, it is necessary to refract a substance that can reflect the different characteristics of the soul in order to be able to interact with the natural energy and the soul.And this lubricant is not the chakra in common sense, but our self-will."
Lan Yan nodded softly as he said, as if he was very proud of his discovery, "Isn't it interesting?When self-awareness is strong to a certain extent, it can actually affect natural energy.Although the chakra of the origin of life is passively involved in the past, it is the ego that really dominates the will.
My research also started because of myself."
"The knowledge of the world and the self is what makes us unique, Shuo Maojun.You can only act when you want to do it.But the act of thinking itself means an action.In ancient legends, people were able to touch the power of heaven and earth by meditation. Don't you think this is a wonderful thing?"
Lan Zhan kept talking, immersed in his own theoretical world, completely ignoring the great pain that Sakumo Hagi was suffering.
Sakumo Hagi's gaze almost completely condensed into a real flame of anger, and his hatred for Lan Zhan burned in that flame.He is now enduring severe pain and torture, and his soul is in severe pain like being pierced by tens of millions of steel needles at the same time.
However, he is a ninja after all, and the calmness and tenacity of the ninja are deeply rooted in his bones.
After the initial anger, he began to want to calm down. He tried hard to concentrate in this endless pain to understand and analyze the meaning of Lan Zhan's words.
He could feel that Lan Zhan seemed to be talking about something very important.
However, things are not that simple.Whenever he wanted to think, the light blue electric light around him would compress directly like a pack of hungry wolves.
He felt like he was like a hot iron embryo thrown into the forging furnace, being frantically beaten and squeezed by countless auras.Those spiritual lights are like executioners with clear goals, trying to crush, remove, and dissipate all kinds of impurities in his soul, especially Chakras.
He struggled desperately in this kind of severe pain, trying to hold on to something in his soul, but the huge pain was like a surging tide, sweeping towards him wave after wave, as if to engulf him completely. Engulf.
And in front of Sakumo Hagi, who endured the most severe torture in history, Lan Zen continued to speak with a gentle face, that gentleness was like a false mask, concealing his inner ruthlessness.
His voice was still the same as before, gentle without the slightest ups and downs, as if he was telling some plain stories, rather than conducting cruel experiments and preaching to a tortured soul.