[Starting in Naruto with a Daily Login System] Chapter 22 Breaking the Script

The forest blurred past me as I pushed my speed to its limit. Godspeed crackled under my skin, sending electric pulses through my nerves, making everything around me slow down to a crawl. The trees were nothing more than a smear of green, the wind was a distant murmur, and my own body felt weightless—like I was moving in a different dimension altogether.

Behind me, Obito struggled to keep up, his breathing sharp, his chakra flaring wildly with urgency.

In the original timeline, we hesitated.

We wasted time.

We prioritized the mission.

And Rin paid the price for it.

But I had already thrown fate out the damn window.

"Kakashi—there!" Obito shouted, his two-tomoe Sharingan locking onto a flicker of movement ahead.

Didn’t need to be told twice.

I focused, my Deadshot ability making calculations in real time. The Iwa-nin carrying Rin was moving fast—good speed, solid evasive maneuvers—but he wasn’t me.

He was aiming for the cave system. I knew this place. This was where it all happened.

Not this time.

No hesitation. No wasted movement. I let my Godspeed fully activate. Lightning surged through my body, sending electric pulses directly into my muscles, overriding natural limitations. My movements became instant—reaction speed at its peak, body moving before my brain could fully process it.

The Iwa-nin barely turned his head before I was already there.

Too late.

He flickered through hand seals—Earth Style—and a massive stone wall erupted between us.

Cute.

I didn’t even slow down.

With perfect precision, I twisted my body mid-step, shifting my weight in a way that felt completely natural under Godspeed’s control. My arm shot forward, Raikiri forming in an instant, the lightning screeching like a thousand birds in agony.

CRACK!

The wall exploded into a shower of debris.

Before the Iwa-nin could react, I slammed my fist into his ribs, channeling just enough lightning to make every nerve in his body misfire at once. He seized up, unable to even scream.

I grabbed Rin and yanked her out of his grip.

"Kakashi!" Rin’s voice was breathless, her brown eyes wide.

I barely spared her a glance. "Gotcha."

Then, with the same momentum, I spun and threw her toward Obito.

"Catch."

Obito barely managed to grab her, staggering backward. "A little warning next time?!"

I ignored him, already turning back to the Iwa-nin. He was convulsing slightly, one arm cradling his side, but his fingers twitched like he was about to weave another jutsu.

I didn’t give him the chance.

I moved.

Not ran. Not lunged.

Moved.

One instant I was standing in place. The next, I was in front of him.

The speed gap was unfair.

I slammed my foot into his jaw.

CRACK!

His body hit the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Obito whistled. "Wow. That was... fast."

I turned, deadpan. "You wanted me to let him monologue?"

Obito hesitated. "...Maybe a little?"

"I swear, you’re turning into a real Uchiha."

"What’s that supposed to mean?!"

I rolled my eye. "Exactly what it sounds like."

Before Obito could yell at me more, Rin exhaled, her hands clutching at my sleeve. "Thank you," she whispered, voice shaky.

I glanced at her—at the way her fingers trembled, at the way her brown eyes held something too close to relief.

Something in my chest twisted.

I swallowed it down and looked away. "Tch. Just stay close next time."

She smiled—small, but warm. "Got it."

Obito clapped a hand on my shoulder, grinning. "You actually went full reckless idiot for this. I think I’m rubbing off on you!"

I gave him a blank stare. "If that were true, we’d all be dead."

"HEY!"

I shook my head, but for the first time since this mission started, something felt lighter.

We’d done it.

We’d saved Rin.

The script was broken.

Obito was still here.

The worst day of our lives wasn’t happening.

And for the first time, I actually believed—

Maybe we could all make it out of this war alive.

Rin was safe.

That should have been it. That should have been the moment where everything turned around—where we changed fate, walked away, and lived.

But war wasn’t that simple.

I barely had time to take a breath before a chilling sensation crawled up my spine—an instinct, a warning—

Incoming.

"Move!" I barked, grabbing both Rin and Obito as I launched us sideways.

A split second later—

BOOM!

The ground where we’d been standing exploded into a crater, earth and debris scattering like shrapnel.

I landed in a crouch, Godspeed crackling faintly under my skin, keeping my muscles primed for movement. My eye darted to the treeline, where a group of Iwa-nin emerged. Five of them, all armed, all radiating killing intent.

The one in front stepped forward, his armor marked with a commander’s insignia.

"You brats have been a real pain in our side," he growled. His gaze flickered to the unconscious Iwa-nin at my feet. "And now you’ve gone too far."

I straightened, dusting myself off. "Wow, and here I thought we were making a good impression."

Obito groaned. "Kakashi, please stop antagonizing them."

"What? You think they were gonna let us walk away after we kidnapped their hostage and broke their buddy’s ribs?"

Obito hesitated. "Okay, fair point."

The commander’s hand twitched, fingers curling slightly.

Hand sign—Earth Style—

I moved.

Godspeed kicked in instantly, lightning surging through my body, making everything sharper.

Before his jutsu could even form, I was already there.

Raikiri.

Lightning surged, and I drove my hand forward—

CLANG!

A kunai intercepted my strike, sparks flying as I skidded back. One of the other Iwa-nin had moved—fast. Almost as fast as me.

Interesting.

"Obito, Rin—" I kept my voice calm. "Get moving. Minato-sensei is expecting us to complete the mission."

"And leave you?!" Obito snapped. "Not happening."

"We don’t have time for this! Just—"

The commander scoffed. "Oh, you’re not going anywhere. Kanabi Bridge? We already guessed your plan. Reinforcements are already on the way."

My blood ran cold.

No.

The whole point of this mission—the entire reason we risked everything—was to cripple Iwa’s supply lines. If they reinforced it now, the mission was as good as a failure.

And if it failed? The war would drag on. Konoha would lose more shinobi. More names added to the memorial stone.

I clenched my fists. "Then we’ll just have to finish this faster."

I turned to Obito and Rin. "Go. I’ll handle this."

"Kakashi—"

"GO."

Something in my voice made them hesitate—then, with a reluctant nod, Obito grabbed Rin’s wrist and took off.

The commander clicked his tongue. "Tch. After them—"

Oh no, you don’t.

I moved again, Godspeed igniting like wildfire. Lightning surged through my limbs as I cut through their formation like a blade.

The first Iwa-nin barely had time to react before my fist connected with his gut, sending him flying.

The second came at me from the side—kunai flashing—

I ducked, pivoted, let Deadshot do the calculations. A precise strike to the wrist, a twist—his weapon dropped, and my foot met his chin.

Two down.

The third threw a barrage of shuriken, trying to pin me down. I flicked a kunai mid-spin, deflecting the projectiles with almost lazy precision.

"Is this really your best?" I taunted, eye narrowing. "No wonder you’re losing this war."

The commander snarled. "You cocky little—!"

And then he did something unexpected.

He smirked.

Something fast blurred toward me—another Iwa-nin I hadn’t even sensed.

I had just enough time to register the blade swinging toward my ribs—

And then—

"Flying Raijin—Level Two."

A yellow blur intercepted the strike, faster than even me.

In an instant, the battlefield changed.

Minato-sensei had arrived.

One second, I was about to take a blade to the ribs.

The next, my attacker was gone.

Just—vanished.

A sharp crack echoed across the battlefield as Minato-sensei reappeared behind the Iwa-nin, his kunai buried in the man’s back. The Iwa-nin barely had time to register what happened before he crumpled to the ground.

The rest of the enemy team froze.

Good call, because Minato-sensei didn’t waste time.

The moment they hesitated, he was gone again—a flash of yellow, a blur of movement faster than my eye could follow.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Bodies hit the ground one by one. A heartbeat later, Minato landed lightly beside me, not even out of breath.

The only enemy still standing was the commander.

He looked pale.

"Y-You…" his voice shook. "The Yellow Flash…"

Minato tilted his head, almost apologetic. "You should’ve run the moment you saw me."

The commander tried to run.

He got two steps before Minato’s Hiraishin kunai embedded itself in his back.

He was dead before he hit the ground.

Silence.

I exhaled. "You know, Sensei, you could’ve shown up five minutes ago and saved me some effort."

Minato gave me a wry smile. "You seemed like you had it under control."

I did, but that didn’t mean I enjoyed getting ganged up on.

"Obito and Rin—" I started.

"I already checked," Minato assured. "They’re on their way to the bridge. I sent clones to cover them."

I nodded, tension easing slightly. "Then let’s not waste time."

Minato placed a hand on my shoulder—and then we moved.

By the time we arrived, Obito and Rin were already at work.

Explosive tags covered the bridge, lining the structure like a death trap waiting to be set off.

"Took you guys long enough," Obito huffed, wiping sweat from his forehead. "We’re almost done."

Rin gave a small smile. "We just need a little more time to finish placing the tags."

Minato nodded. "Then let’s cover them." He turned to me. "Kakashi, keep watch. If you sense anyone incoming, handle it."

"On it."

I activated Godspeed, sharpening my senses. The air around me crackled faintly, heightening my awareness.

Nothing so far.

I kept scanning the area, waiting for an ambush that never came.

Obito and Rin worked quickly, setting the last of the explosives.

"Alright," Rin called. "We’re done!"

Minato gave a nod. "Then let’s end this."

We moved to a safe distance. Minato raised a hand, a single kunai twirling between his fingers.

"Fire in three… two… one…"

He flicked the kunai—

BOOM.

The world lit up.

The shockwave ripped through the valley, shaking the ground as the Kanabi Bridge detonated in a chain of explosions. Stone and debris rained down, collapsing into the river below.

When the dust finally settled—

The bridge was gone.

"Mission complete," I muttered, watching the wreckage.

Obito let out a breath, almost disbelieving. "We did it."

Rin smiled, exhaustion creeping into her features. "Yeah… we did."

Minato clapped a hand on my shoulder, expression unreadable. "Let’s go home."

I nodded.

We turned away from the ruins of Kanabi Bridge, the war behind us.

This time, all of us were going home.

We were alive.

That shouldn’t have been such a shocking thing to process, but as we walked away from the wreckage of Kanabi Bridge, I kept glancing at Obito—whole, breathing, not crushed under a boulder—and Rin—safe, smiling, not kidnapped by Iwa—and felt something weird in my chest.

Relief.

This was it. The moment where everything was supposed to go wrong. The point in history that shattered Obito, that led to him becoming… something else.

But I wasn’t about to let that happen.

I flipped off fate and threw canon into the dumpster where it belonged.

Obito and Rin were alive. Minato was here. Everything was fine.

"You okay, Kakashi?" Rin asked, tilting her head. "You’ve been kind of quiet."

Obito snorted. "That’s just normal for him."

I rolled my eye. "Maybe I’m just enjoying the peace and quiet before you start ranting again."

"Hah?!" Obito jabbed a finger at me. "I don’t rant—!"

"Obito," Minato cut in, amusement clear in his voice. "Maybe save the energy for when we’re actually back in Konoha?"

Obito huffed but crossed his arms. "Fine."

I smirked. "Obito listening to orders? Mark this day on the calendar."

Obito muttered something under his breath, but I was too busy basking in the fact that he was still here to care.

The war wasn’t over yet. But for now?

We won.