As a Grey Knight In Naruto

Chapter 74 – "The Day the Shadows Bled"

The sun had only begun to rise over Konoha when the village shook.

Not from earthquakes, not from any foreign attack, but from within. Hidden compartments, shadowy alcoves, and long-forgotten tunnels once thought sealed, flared to life as the full force of the Hokage's order was unleashed.

ANBU squads dropped from rooftops like thunderbolts. Jonin led tactical breaching teams into civilian structures long used as Root fronts. Sewer hatches were ripped open, trap doors unsealed. Each raid was a coordinated strike, precise and unrelenting.

Root had believed itself buried too deep to be touched.

This morning proved otherwise.

—

In the alley behind the Fire Records Department, an elite ANBU team led by Kakashi Hatake breached an old storage room. Paper bombs lit the walls with searing light, revealing an entire cache of weapon racks, forged documents, and sleep pods.

"Secure it," Kakashi ordered, eyes narrowing beneath his mask. "Leave no trace untouched."

—

Near the Konoha Orphanage, Might Guy burst through a sealed underground corridor with a single Dynamic Entry, followed by a wave of his team. What they found were rooms outfitted for mental reprogramming, scrolls detailing obedience seals and dossiers on prospective children marked for conscription.

"Monsters," Guy muttered, uncharacteristically grim. "To do this to kids…"

—

But while the village stormed the undergrowth of its rot, one man walked straight toward its heart.

Alone.

Not because he had no allies.

But because he would not need help.

—

Hajime stood before a plain stone wall deep beneath the eastern district, unmarked, silent, and still. But he could feel the hidden chakra signature behind it. The coldness. The tension. The surveillance eyes that didn't blink.

He stepped forward.

And the wall shattered apart like sand.

Hajime walked through the debris, unbothered, silent, a towering figure of steel and purpose. His armor, sleek and dense, forged of adamantine and chakra-reactive alloys, glinted under the flickering hallway lights. Where each piece connected, it sealed seamlessly, forming a smooth exoshell shaped like the war vestments of an ancient knight.

The engraved words across his chestplate caught the reflection of the light:

Armatus Puritate Propositi

(Armed with Purity of Purpose)

Footsteps echoed behind him. A squad of Root operatives had formed ranks, blades drawn, jutsu glowing at their fingertips.

"Identify yourself!" one barked.

Hajime didn't slow.

The lead operative fired a wind blade jutsu straight at him. It spun toward Hajime like a guillotine.

The second it struck, the armor at the point of contact lit up, glowing a brilliant blue. Warp-light surged outward like ripples, catching the edge of the attack and halting it instantly. Not deflecting. Not absorbing.

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Stopping.

Dead.

The Root ninja didn't get a second chance to react. Hajime closed the distance in three steps and drove his armored fist into the man's chest, controlled but brutal. The strike launched him backward into the wall with a crash. He slumped, unconscious.

The others attacked together, fire, lightning, steel.

Every blow met the same fate.

Flashes of elemental chakra struck Hajime's armor, only to burst into blue flares, sizzling against the invisible field woven into his body. His psychic defense didn't shimmer or hum, it didn't even seem to acknowledge the attacks. Where jutsu met him, the armor flashed blue, then stilled again.

He walked through them like a glacier through a forest.

One ninja leapt behind him, kunai aimed for his neck.

Hajime spun and caught the man mid-air by the collar, lifting him with one hand, then calmly drove his gauntlet into the man's stomach. A deep thud. Another body crumpled.

Another pair charged, one with a chain whip, the other with Earth Release spikes surging from below.

Hajime didn't dodge. He raised his arm and took the brunt of the whip across the gauntlet. The weapon snapped in half from the impact alone. Then, with a twist of his hip, Hajime drove his shoulder into the earth jutsu wielder, knocking him off his feet and slamming him into the ground. The strike left a crater.

By the end of the hallway, only one figure remained.

Tall. Hooded. Silent.

Ryoma.

Danzo's right hand. Insect-user. Tracker. Torturer.

The man extended both arms, and swarms of chakra-infused insects poured from his sleeves like clouds, buzzing and chittering.

"You're overreaching," Ryoma said coldly. "Danzo-sama is Konoha's last safeguard."

Hajime answered by walking forward through the swarm.

The insects latched on, then dropped, stunned, as the psychic field around Hajime shimmered into being again. They couldn't pierce it. Couldn't even move through it.

Ryoma narrowed his eyes and shifted tactics, forming a hand seal.

But Hajime was already in front of him.

One punch.

It cracked through the man's guard, slammed into his jaw, and lifted him off the ground. Ryoma's body skidded ten feet backward before slamming into the metal wall with a reverberating clang.

He didn't rise.

Hajime lowered his arm.

A steel door opened ahead. Heavy. Sealed.

From within, a voice echoed.

"You dare assault the foundations of this village?" Danzo's voice was gravel and scorn. "I should have had you expelled the moment you arrived."

Recognizing he's hajime by the height of the armor.

Hajime walked toward the sound, the lights behind him flickering as the sensors failed in his presence. His gauntlet curled into a slow fist.

Outside, the morning sun was rising.

But in this place, shadow clung to the walls.

And Hajime was the storm breaking through it.

End of Chapter 74 – "The Day the Shadows Bled"