UK:GSW Chapter 322 – Kakashi Returns from Warhammer 40K: Activation
After a bout of combat, Kakashi finally lay sprawled on the ground, his right index finger pointing forward, as if silently shouting: "As long as you keep moving forward, as long as you never stop, the road will keep extending." It even seemed as though a certain BGM was playing in the background.
No — there was BGM playing, because Uchiha Kei, who was secretly watching, had queued up a somewhat sad and tragic track. Standing beside him, Minato Namikaze's mouth twitched in speechless exasperation.
When it came to stirring up drama, Uchiha Kei was indeed the strongest.
This Kakashi had paid the price for his self-destructive behavior. From now on, he was destined to undergo Spartan training at the hands of an enraged Sakumo Hatake.
But given his current rather abstract personality, he was likely the type who takes the beating but learns nothing from it — he wouldn't resist the punishment, but he also wouldn't give up his "butter games."
After all, in the original timeline, this was the same man who, despite everything he went through — even after becoming Hokage — still couldn't let go of Icha Icha Paradise, reading it during work hours.
And now? He had directly experienced something hundreds of times stronger than Icha Icha, reunited with his resurrected father, met a still-living Team Minato, learned of a parallel Hidden Leaf far stronger than his own with every past Hokage alive… and was even preparing to intervene in yet another world's Konoha.
At this point, Kakashi's mentality had settled into a strange, slacker's calm — an "if the sky falls, there's a taller man to hold it up" mindset. It was starting to feel like he was evolving into Gintoki Sakata.
Admittedly, when the passage between parallel worlds was first opened, that "tall man will take the hit" philosophy wasn't entirely wrong. But the speed of this decline was too fast — it caught everyone off guard.
Now Minato asked worriedly,
"Kei, do you think our Kakashi will turn out like the parallel-world Kakashi?"
Uchiha Kei could only shrug.
"Who knows? But their life trajectories are destined to be different. If Obito had been able to grow up alongside him, then with little Kakashi's personality, it'd be hard for him to become a kidney-deficient old man."
Hearing that, Minato let out a breath of relief.
"That's good…"
Clearly, the 31-year-old Kakashi's state had truly made Minato's scalp tingle. He didn't want to see his own spirited, passionate student turn into such a decadent, hollow-eyed uncle — much less become a shinobi-world Gintoki.
The only thing left was sympathy for Sakumo Hatake — imagine having such an "accomplished" son who was nearly your own age. The headache must be severe.
And indeed, Sakumo was troubled. With this decadent, kidney-deficient son, he truly didn't know what to do.
It was well known that the shinobi world was a realm of willpower, and chakra was the power of the will. When two people's chakra clashed, it could even trigger miracles — exposing one another's hearts or prompting intense exchanges on a mental plane.
It was a bit like the psychic clashes in that other "toilet-pit galaxy stage" across the fence.
Thus, during this angry confrontation, when father and son's chakra collided, their intense emotions triggered a mental exchange — each saw glimpses of the other's memories.
For Sakumo, it was frustration and exasperation with his good son's lack of ambition, compounded by annoyance at him exhausting himself on "rewarding" activities. For Kakashi, it was guilt toward his father and the pain of losing his Hypnosis Paradise save file. Abstract as it was, it still formed the basis for mutual understanding.
Sakumo saw Kakashi's loneliness and pain — witnessing his father's suicide, the deaths of close friends, killing comrades, losing his teacher and mentor-figure, and finally choosing self-destruction through decadence.
Kakashi saw Sakumo's glory as the White Fang of the Leaf, the devastating blow of slander and comrade accusations, and his unshakable resolve to die for his principles.
They each saw a side the other had never revealed. Afterward, Kakashi simply lay down and played dead, while Sakumo's emotions grew complicated — deep guilt mixed with an even stronger sense of hate that iron will not turn into steel.
Already uncertain how to communicate with his 31-year-old son, Sakumo now hesitated even more.
After some thought, he contacted Uchiha Kei through the shinobi equivalent of a messaging app:
"Lord Kei, I'm sorry, but I need your help right now…"
Seeing the sudden request, Kei raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, then replied:
"I already know the details. Sakumo-senpai, you really don't need to overthink this. The parallel-world Kakashi has his own path and choices. And this 31-year-old uncle Kakashi knows exactly what he's doing."
"Sure, liking Jiraiya-sensei's games is a bit… helpless, but we're all adults — it's understandable. Worst case, he stays single for life."
"But since the two shinobi worlds are now connected, you also don't need to worry about the Hatake family's legacy. Our world's Kakashi is still here, still young, and highly moldable. I believe with your guidance and the different future ahead, our Kakashi won't disappoint you."
Sakumo read the message, fell silent for a while, then sighed.
"Perhaps you're right. But Kakashi, as the foremost of the younger generation in his own Konoha, can't truly lie down and rot. He has responsibilities he must bear."
"Right now, maybe seeing our situation made him feel he can set them down completely. But, Lord Kei, you understand — that's impossible. At least until everything is settled, the burdens he must carry can't change."
Kei considered this, then replied:
"That's true. Even if he wants to retire, he should fight on for a few more years. Fine — I get it. Let's have him enter the Great Illusion World and experience some of what you went through."
Sakumo's eyes lit up.
"You mean… send him through the Ashina trials?"
"Something like that," Kei said. "But compared to Ashina, Kakashi's slacking is too far gone. He needs a real shot of adrenaline — to understand that everything he's been through is nothing."
"The so-called 'hell' of the shinobi world is child's play compared to some other worlds. And at 31, he won't be easily shaken. So we'll hit him hard. I've just made a new sub-world in the Great Illusion World — we'll send him to a real hellish battlefield."
"Once he's truly experienced it, he'll see that everything he's faced — even the so-called Great Shinobi Wars — is just kids' squabbling."
"Even if he keeps that lazy personality, he'll still know to pull himself together when it counts."
Reading this, Sakumo's eyes grew brighter.
"What kind of illusory world?"
Kei only replied:
"I'm calling this plan: 'Warhammer 40K Deluxe Experience – The Transformation of Hatake Kakashi.'"
Sakumo didn't quite understand, but it sounded impressive. He was curious to see what Kakashi would go through.
Soon, the unconscious Kakashi was returned to his temporary quarters. Kei, logging in as a "visitor," connected Kakashi into the Great Illusion World's mental network… and then kicked him into the newly opened "plane world."
It was exactly as Kei had said — a small world built using the mental network's modding function.
Its source: the classic IP Warhammer 40,000.
Those who know it understand: this was a cesspit far worse than the shinobi world — a true sea of filth. Everyone in it suffered endless hardship from birth, and even in death, found no peace.
Here, in the galaxy-spanning human Imperium, there was nothing but war and despair — not a shred of hope.
The main theme of Warhammer 40K was war. Endless war, fought for tens of thousands of years — from before humanity unified, through galactic conquest, and into a 10,000-year unbroken chain of battles. The universe had never known a single day without it.
Kei chose one such war to recreate — the Cadian War — specifically, the phase where Chaos forces had already reached Cadia's surface, turning it into a meat grinder.
Kakashi would enter as an Imperial Guardsman in this battle.
Of course, even with all his shinobi power, in a galaxy-scale war full of monsters and demigods, he would be little more than an oversized grunt, unlikely to last long.
So Kei gave him a special "perk" — the ability to die and come back.
And in 40K, this had a perfectly reasonable explanation: the Emperor's Chosen.
The Emperor was humanity's supreme ruler, unmatched in the material world, now entombed on the Golden Throne — worshiped as a god. Through millennia of faith, he had truly acquired godlike power, including the ability to appoint "Living Saints" — chosen mortals who gained extraordinary power and could resurrect.
Some were so famous they had lived for millennia, dying and returning countless times.
In this scenario, Kakashi would be one such Chosen.
When he awoke, he found himself in an unfamiliar place, wearing a strange uniform, surrounded by strangers, holding unfamiliar weapons — rifles, sniper cannons, grenades.
To his shock, his Sharingan was gone. Chakra remained, and his strength was intact, but the eye gifted by his friend was missing.
Alarmed, Kakashi shot to his feet — but before he could ask what was going on, a distant droning grew louder.
Before he could process it, someone shouted for everyone to get down, and a hard shove sent him sprawling. Moments later, a thunderous explosion roared nearby, rattling his skull and shaking the ground as if the world were ending — a power far beyond even the most devastating barrages he'd known in the Third Shinobi War.
This single barrage made the world feel utterly alien.
Then an officer's bellow rang out:
"Man your positions! The enemy is here!"
The one who'd shoved him — a towering, dark-skinned man with the look of someone from the Land of Lightning — glared at him furiously.
"Damn it! Rookie! Stop spacing out! Get to your post! If you don't wanna die, grab your weapon and kick those Chaos scum right in the ass!"
Kakashi: "???"
Before he could think, he was pushed toward the front. Only now did he realize they were in a dug-out trench — the only reason they'd survived that last blast.
Suddenly, new memories flooded his mind — terms like Imperium, Cadia, Chaos, traitors, daemons — the basic knowledge any soldier here would know.
And he finally understood — he was now part of the Imperial Guard, sent to Cadia to face the Imperium's enemies. Their fleet had been destroyed in space by Chaos and human traitors, and the survivors had been forced down to Cadia to fight a brutal meat grinder on the surface.
The body's original owner had been so terrified of going to the front that he'd literally died of fright just moments ago — and Kakashi's soul had taken his place.
He was now a proud soldier of the Imperium, sworn to serve the Emperor.
To which Kakashi could only wear a giant "Black Guy WTF" face.
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