UK:GSW Chapter 327 – Kakashi: Today, I Will Slay My Father and Teacher, and Blow the Ninja World to Pieces
At this moment, Kakashi felt as if his very breath had stopped.
Confusion, horror, rage, fear, grief, regret — all emotions tangled together, making Kakashi tremble, shaking his head, unconsciously retreating. His entire body looked as if it were under a hard-control effect, wrapped in a chaotic debuff from head to toe.
The venomous words from his teacher made Kakashi feel suffocated, his hands and feet icy cold, his heart in deep pain.
"Such blasphemy, such Chaos… why? Sensei, Father — why? Why have you, like the Imperium's greatest traitor, the Warmaster of Chaos, Horus, also joined Chaos, and even received the blessings of the four most blasphemous Chaos Gods?!"
His voice shook. Faced with this incomprehensible reality, Kakashi felt as if an invisible hand of Chaos had seized his throat. Even speaking was an effort, his voice hoarse and labored.
For the knowledge granted to him by the Emperor told him: the words his teacher had just spoken were nearly identical to those of the Imperium's greatest traitor — its finest Warmaster, and the one who had gravely wounded the Emperor, forcing Him onto the Golden Throne — Horus Lupercal, spoken during the onset of the Great Heresy.
Back then, Horus had said:
"I never intended to turn my Legion against you. We once together cast out the ignorance of Old Night — but you betrayed me, betrayed us all."
"You stole the power of the gods and lied to your sons. Humanity has only one chance at rebirth — if you will not seize it, then I will."
"Let the war begin! From the skies above Terra to the farthest borders of the galaxy — let the stars boil, let the constellations fall. Even if I spill my last drop of blood, I will see the galaxy liberated again."
"If I cannot save it from your failure, Father — then let the galaxy burn!"
These were the words Horus had spoken. Kakashi's mind held the memory clearly — the Emperor had implanted this knowledge within him, so that he would know what Chaos had done to that Warmaster.
Yes — back then, the Warmaster had never truly intended to betray the Imperium or the Emperor. Horus had been corrupted and controlled by the four Chaos Gods of the Warp, forced to become a champion of all four at once, wielding their combined power.
The Great Heresy, seemingly Horus versus the Emperor, had in truth been the four Chaos Gods controlling Horus versus the Emperor.
Those blasphemous words, that declaration of rebellion — they were spoken under the Gods' control.
Now, both his teacher and father bore the power of all four Chaos Gods, and his teacher had uttered nearly the same words as Horus. This proved beyond doubt that his teacher and father had been manipulated just as Horus had — controlled by the Chaos Gods.
This was a terrifying and heartbreaking realization — not only because they were controlled, but because such corruption meant their souls were entirely in Chaos's grasp, twisted beyond recovery, never to find peace for all eternity.
It was, without question, a fate far worse than death — one that should never befall Minato Namikaze and Sakumo Hatake.
Faced with this outcome, Kakashi was in unspeakable pain and grief. It was the despair of knowing too much, yet being powerless to change anything.
In this instant, Kakashi felt the true horror and hopelessness of this universe — a weight so great his spirit itself seemed on the verge of collapse.
It wasn't that Kakashi had not already recognized Chaos's cruelty from the countless casualties of these days. But the Imperium's dead had always been strangers to him. He felt empathy as a fellow human, and as the Emperor's chosen, but the connection was shallow.
After all, as a 31-year-old man who had witnessed so much, Kakashi had grown numb. He was nothing like the youthful, energetic Naruto and his generation.
Only now, seeing what had happened to Minato and Sakumo, did Kakashi truly feel it — pain to the marrow, a shiver from the soul itself.
Undeniably, Kakashi was reeling under the weight of the knowledge the Emperor had given him — though in reality, this "knowledge" was Uchiha Kei's deliberate fabrication. In normal Warhammer 40K canon, the Emperor would never have told Kakashi so much.
The revised Warmaster speech Minato had recited was purely Uchiha Kei's dark humor. And giving Kakashi the background was part of the joke — after all, if the target didn't know the reference, the gag would fall flat.
As for Minato Namikaze, though outwardly calm and cold like an emotionless Chaos champion, inwardly he was so embarrassed he could curl his toes through the floor.
But with his disguise in place, Minato betrayed none of it — still the emotionless "Chaos Hokage."
Then Sakumo Hatake spoke. As a father who had always wanted to correct his son's warped mentality, he had no such mental burden. Staring at his near-broken son, he said slowly:
"Kakashi… you still ask why we joined Chaos? Have you been so thoroughly controlled by the False Emperor that you can't even hear us? Minato has already explained it clearly — what we have done is only to save the ninja world."
At this, Kakashi's hidden face twisted in disbelief. "Save the ninja world? By joining Chaos? Have you gone mad? You know what Chaos is — and you trust it?"
Sakumo replied coldly: "Can you truly not understand? Minato has already told you — this is the only chance to save the ninja world."
Kakashi's hands and feet went cold. His whole being felt frozen.
He thought of the Emperor's knowledge. He thought of Horus.
Back then, Horus — controlled by the four Chaos Gods — had also believed his rebellion was saving humanity. And now, his father and teacher were just like the Warmaster.
So there was no hope. Once a person was under Chaos's control, their thoughts and perceptions twisted — and no matter what he said now, they would believe he was the one being controlled.
Thoughts raced. Kakashi recalled all he had seen these past days: the brave Imperial Guardsmen, the Astartes who fought and died to protect him, the Chaos-tainted lands, the twisted and polluted humans, and the cruel, bloodthirsty daemons.
Was the same thing happening in the ninja world?
Was the ninja world, like Cadia, already a playground for daemons — its people nothing more than Chaos's toys and food?
The thoughts tangled together, bringing both pain and a wordless fury — a feeling he had nearly forgotten after years of apathy.
That fury burned within him, giving him resolve, a firm belief, and a crushing sense of duty.
The resolve to slay his corrupted father and teacher — and then to show mercy by cleansing the Chaos-tainted ninja world.
As the image of the Emperor seated upon the Golden Throne filled his mind — back to the masses, bearing all humanity's weight in a broken body — Kakashi understood his true mission.
He gripped the Emperor's flame-forged katana in his hands. Looking at the two most important figures in his life, his gaze was sorrowful yet resolute. It was the look of a man prepared to carry everything, to charge forward even if the world itself collapsed.
Slowly, Kakashi spoke:
"I see. I understand now. Just as the Emperor chose to utterly destroy Horus… once you've been corrupted by Chaos to this degree, there is no way back. Eternal peace is the only salvation."
"So, Father… Sensei… I will give you that eternal peace. It's all I can do for you now."
Golden light blazed from him — brighter than ever before. It was the Emperor's power, ignited fully by Kakashi's will, the power of the heart to awaken the Emperor's blessing.
This was the stance of one who had reached complete resolve.
Seeing him like this, Sakumo's eyes lit up — he felt a rush of joy, though his Chaos disguise hid it completely.
Minato too was relieved, even pleased. Though Uchiha Kei's scheme had forced him into an embarrassingly toe-curling performance, the result was good — Kakashi had found his fighting spirit again.
This look — filled with resolve and fighting will — reminded Minato of the spirited son of the White Fang he had once known.
Even if that resolve came from grief and fury.
Thankfully, this was only a false Warhammer world. As Uchiha Kei had said, if this were real, Kakashi's surging battle-lust would likely have drawn the notice of Khorne — one of the "Four Warp Merchants," as Uchiha Kei mockingly called the Chaos Gods.
Good friends knew how to have fun.
In any case, now they had to complete this battle — to let Kakashi, in his current state, defeat them both, and thus complete the trial designed for him.
Though being the final trial bosses felt strange, it was also a fresh experience. Neither Minato nor Sakumo planned to hold back.
Of course, this was with both sides boosted by in-game buffs. Without them, Kakashi's strength against Minato and Sakumo would have been… less than a warm-up.
In other words, this was a fair duel.
Sakumo and Minato unleashed their Chaos energies, corrupting the battlefield in an instant and raising a storm of power.
This terrible energy twisted reality. The Astartes who had accompanied Kakashi here screamed in agony as the corruption wracked their bodies.
Chaos energy was devouring the mortals of the material world.
Kakashi didn't hesitate. He unleashed the Emperor's power — and the cold sun of the Warp's projection appeared behind him, bringing forth pure golden energy to clash with Minato and Sakumo's Four-God Chaos power.
The collision sent waves of energy across the field. The Astartes being corrupted by Chaos were suddenly blessed and shielded by the Emperor's light, the corruption driven out. Redeemed, they roared in exaltation, morale surging to a frenzy, as if each had become an unstoppable berserker.
Then came the sounds of war — bolter fire, chainswords roaring, the promise to destroy everything.
"For the Emperor!!!"
This was the loyal, fanatical cry of the Astartes — and it rang in Kakashi's ears, stirring his own roar:
"For the Emperor! For the ninja world! For all we hold dear!"
Golden psychic wings burst from his back, turning him into a streak of light as he charged Minato and Sakumo.
The next moment, a psychic storm exploded, golden brilliance clashing with iridescent black, tearing a rift in Cadia's very sky and land.
Countless daemons tried to pour through — but under the Emperor's cold sun, they were annihilated utterly.
The sight so terrified the daemons of the Warp that they dared not approach, watching only from afar.
Clearly, this was a set-piece battle — leaving the daemons nothing more than background props.
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