UK:GSW Chapter 321 – White Fang Decides to Let Kakashi Know What It Means for a Father's Love to Be as Solid as a Mountain
At this moment, Minato Namikaze's scalp tingled. Although he knew his good student would grow up to be rather degenerate — clearly single, yet already showing kidney deficiency, the type that you could tell at a glance had overindulged in certain "hobbies" — he hadn't expected this.
They had crossed over into this world, reunited with the late father, and even agreed to meet again today. Yesterday, he had even introduced Kakashi to the game arcade, intending for him to play proper games like Ultimate Ninja Storm and Shinobi World War, which could train one's mind and improve overall ability.
Not only that, Minato had deliberately gotten a whole batch of "otaku energy meals" from Uchiha Kei to replenish Kakashi's stamina and greatly reduce the strain from using the Sharingan.
With so many buffs stacked together, Kakashi should have been resting and conserving his energy, preparing well for the second round of training and father–son bonding today.
But instead, Kakashi had stayed up all night playing one of Jiraiya-sensei's "artistic masterpieces," exhausting all his energy on "rewarding himself," leaving him listless and drained.
This wasn't "buffs stacked to the max" — this was "debuffs stacked to the max."
Minato could already imagine just how furious Sakumo Hatake would be when he saw Kakashi's current state.
At that thought, Minato entered full "sweating emoji" mode, unsure how to explain this to Sakumo.
Sweating buckets here, Minato.
He quickly contacted his best friend, Uchiha Kei, hoping Kei's legendary wits could solve the problem.
That morning, Uchiha Kei had just finished breakfast with Kikyo, Tsunade, and Uchiha Chiri. The girls went off to work, and he was about to train before getting to his own work when Minato's SOS arrived.
Reading the message, Uchiha Kei made the "old man on the subway reading his phone" face.
Yes, Kei had just learned this shocking information and was momentarily dumbfounded.
Yesterday, he'd known Kakashi had arrived, since Minato had asked him for the otaku energy meals to boost Kakashi's nutrition. Kei had only casually checked in, seen Kakashi playing Shinobi World War, and didn't pay further attention.
After all, Kei had his own things to do — who had time to babysit a 31-year-old Kakashi Hatake?
If he really wanted to know more, he could just check the system's replay function, so he had no idea Kakashi had pulled off such a "legendary blunder."
This also showed just how "thorough" the Konoha Gaming Association's services were. Such games had supervision — Kei had said from the start that they couldn't be given to minors. In Kei's view, "minor" meant under 18.
But in the shinobi world, adulthood was 16, even 14 by some customs. Many at that age were already married with kids. Once you could have children, banning Jiraiya's games was pointless.
So, while there were official restrictions, people always had "workarounds." Many still managed to get these games, and there weren't enough enforcers to truly stop it. Konoha's reach couldn't cover every case.
At least through official Association channels, the rules were followed.
Thus, a 31-year-old Kakashi with kidney deficiency had no problem playing Jiraiya's masterpiece. The Association was simply fulfilling Minato's instruction to "treat him well and meet his needs," professionally and by the book.
But all these reasonable things, combined, created a strange butterfly effect — leaving Kakashi in unprecedented physical collapse.
Clearly, for someone like Kakashi who had never experienced the shock of an illusion-based game, directly encountering an "artistic" one was irresistible.
Yes, this was a great anthropological experiment.jpg.
Kei quickly reviewed the playback data and saw the whole process.
His conclusion: "Young people don't know moderation — no wonder you're drained."
The question now: how to handle this?
After thinking it over, Kei told Minato:
"Just tell the truth. I think Kakashi's problem is that he lacked a complete childhood and his father's discipline, so he never learned moderation."
"So don't hesitate. Tell Sakumo-senpai everything. He'll discipline Kakashi and fix these bad habits."
Minato hesitated. "Is it really okay to just tell him directly?"
Kei was dead serious:
"Trust me, Minato. Sakumo-senpai is Kakashi's father. You're just his teacher. He's the expert here. Believe in his professionalism."
"You've already done your part, even sending a 31-year-old Kakashi a bunch of food and drinks I summoned with Modified Summoning Jutsu."
"So now, you don't need to do anything else. Just focus on yourself."
Hearing this over voice chat, Minato thought it made sense. He'd done everything he could — if Kakashi messed up, that was on Kakashi. Taking the blame would only encourage Kakashi's degeneration.
He realized he'd been too protective out of sympathy for this alternate Kakashi's tragic life. But in reality, this was best left to his father — corporal discipline producing filial sons was a perfectly normal belief in the shinobi world. Covering for Kakashi would only indulge him.
Decision made, Minato resolved to tell Sakumo the truth… and to watch the show. Kakashi had squandered Kei's energy meals and stayed up all night playing indecent games — unforgivable! A heavy hand was needed.
Sakumo soon learned everything.
Instantly, his face went expressionless.
Whatever went through his mind, when he finally spoke again, it was to thank Minato… and then he went straight to find Kakashi.
Seeing this, Minato knew Kakashi was doomed. He immediately informed Kei.
Kei replied "Got it" and gave him coordinates. Minato quickly picked Kei up.
The two best friends shared a mischievous grin — just like when they were kids sneaking off to watch drama — and followed quietly.
Meanwhile, 31-year-old Kakashi was oblivious, deep in Hypnosis Paradise, working on redeeming a warlord's daughter.
There were twelve such heroines. He had redeemed eight and was on the ninth, aiming for the legendary Perfect Ending.
"Push through, keep going, finish them all in one go and then sleep!"
Yes, he could feel his fatigue, even in the illusion game, but he didn't stop — he believed he hadn't reached his limit.
Kakashi: My stamina hasn't hit the limit yet! This is nothing compared to exhausting my chakra with the Sharingan!
"Charge, charge, charge!"
Then, suddenly, he felt a terrifying killing intent. In his fatigued yet wired state, he froze, thinking it was an in-game danger event.
But soon he realized… this killing intent was from outside the game.
He quickly quit, only to see someone standing right beside him, looking down from above.
Those eyes were cold to the extreme, silently asking: So… how do you want to die?
Instantly, Kakashi's fatigue vanished, replaced by profuse cold sweat, his voice trembling.
"F–F–F–Father…"
Yes, he recognized him. It was "Sekiro" from yesterday — his father's disguise.
Sakumo Hatake gazed down at him, expressionless, eyes icy. Without speaking a word, he conveyed everything.
The pressure was like a mountain, crushing Kakashi's breath, making his heart pound. And then… he remembered — he had completely forgotten yesterday's parting words: "Tomorrow, we continue."
They hadn't set a time, but "tomorrow" was today. The plan had been to continue yesterday's combat training.
But after being worn out yesterday, seeing his alive father here, meeting Minato's Team 7 kids, and — most importantly — getting hooked on Hypnosis Paradise… he had totally forgotten that "offhand" promise.
Now, his father had come to him — clearly because he had skipped out.
What to do? He had to make up an excuse.
At least… at least he couldn't let his father know what he had been playing.
As Kakashi tried to think fast, Sakumo spoke.
"Kakashi, is Jiraiya's illusion game fun?"
The voice was calm, flat, like it was nothing important.
But Kakashi's cold sweat poured even faster, the chill sinking into his bones, as if he were a marmot being strangled. He couldn't speak.
Sakumo said slowly, "Oh… I see. You have no last words."
Kakashi jolted, dodging instantly. A blade's gleam flashed — the spot where he'd been, along with his game scroll, was cut clean in half.
Only those were split — the room itself was unharmed, showing Sakumo's terrifying precision.
The next moment, Kakashi was in the corner, sweating harder, his clothes slashed open — the work of Sakumo's blade.
But more than fearing for his life, what pained Kakashi most… was that the game scroll was gone. All his save data was in there.
"No! At least… let me pull the save data! I didn't link to the illusion network — I didn't use online saves!"
At that, Sakumo's forehead veins seemed to bulge.
Then he said:
"Minato, I know you're watching. Send me and this unfilial son to the training grounds — now!"
After a brief pause, Minato teleported in, gave Kakashi an apologetic look, and sent both father and son to yesterday's training grounds.
Then he returned to Kei's side, both of them using the illusion network to watch.
At the training grounds, Sakumo picked up the blade he'd used as Sekiro — the Mortal Blade — and unleashed a relentless assault, iron-blooded discipline in the name of fatherhood.
Of course, this was only in appearance — it wasn't the true Mortal Blade that could kill immortals. For Sakumo, having the same shape and feel was enough.
That alone let him fully display his combat prowess as "Sekiro."
Yes — though still not using the power of Konoha's White Fang, Sakumo was prepared to go all out with the power of "Sekiro," letting his unfilial son Kakashi fully understand the "father's love as solid as a mountain."
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