[Starting in Naruto with a Daily Login System] Chapter 64

It happened in the dead of night.

Of course it did.

No good story ever starts with, “It was a nice sunny morning and everyone made great decisions.”

The smoke hit me first.

Then the stillness.

The smoke came first.

Then the silence.

Konoha always buzzed—people, chakra, energy in the walls like a heartbeat. But that morning?

It was dead quiet.

I knew something was wrong before I even stepped into the Hokage Tower. The air was too still. The guards were missing. No chatter. No footsteps. Just that awful silence clinging to the windows like fog.

And then I saw the blood.

It streaked the walls in long, dragging arcs—desperate, fast. A scuffle. A fight. One-sided.

I ran.

I don’t remember drawing my kunai. Don’t remember the stairs. Just the door—half open, burned at the edges.

And Hiruzen…

Lying on the floor.

Still.

Eyes wide open.

Gone.

The blood around him had dried black. His pipe had rolled under the desk, still warm when I picked it up. The room smelled like fire and lightning and loss.

I stood there, not breathing.

Because this wasn’t supposed to happen.

This wasn’t how it went.

He was supposed to live.

He was supposed to—

I stumbled back, hit the wall, slid down. My chest hurt. Not from wounds. Not from chakra.

Memory.

In the original timeline Kakashi had joined ROOT.

There he was able to learn and warn the hiruzen about the assassination.

Fuck

I had underestimated Danzo—his obsession with becoming Hokage, his relentless drive to control everything and everyone.

This was real.

The root of all of this? Danzo. Always Danzo.

I should’ve known. Should’ve known something was coming. Danzo was getting cocky. He’d been making moves behind the scenes for a while now. I’d seen the patterns before, felt them in the back of my mind. This wasn’t just some random attack. No, this was a message. And I was too late to stop it.

A chunin appeared in the doorway. His face was pale, his eyes wide with shock. “K-Kakashi-san…”

I couldn’t look at him.

I couldn't think. Not now. Not when the truth hit me like a punch in the gut.

I knew what to do next.

I clenched the pipe in my hand until it cracked.

I stood up slowly, legs shaking with exhaustion and fury.

The door creaked open behind me, and a chuunin stepped inside. His eyes were wide, face pale with shock. “K-Kakashi-san…”

I didn’t look at him. Couldn’t. Not with Hiruzen’s body lying there, staring at me.

“We've sealed the perimeter,” the chuunin stammered. “ANBU is sweeping the area.”

“Good,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. I wasn’t thinking about perimeter security or ANBU. I wasn’t thinking about anything other than the fact that its my fault that Hiruzen died.

The Hokage was dead.

Danzo was still out there.

I wasn’t just going to stop Danzo.

I was going to drag him through hell.

I’ll make him accompany Hiruzen in the afterlife. That’s what I promised myself. And when I finally reach that bastard, I’ll show him true despair.

He wanted to control the village? Fine. Let him feel the weight of his failure. Let him know the kind of darkness he’s brought into this world.

I wiped the blood from my hand, walking toward the door. The village needed to be put back together. But I knew that the real work? The real battle? It was waiting for me.

Danzo would pay.