Naruto: Nameless Blade

In the shadow of Konoha, history only remembers the names of heroes. And I am just the code name that was crossed out on the mission scroll, a faceless corpse in the corner of the battlefield, and an insignificant speck of dust in the Ninja World War. They call me "Unknown". There is no prominent bloodline limit, no Otsutsuki's divine blood blessing, and no memory of past lives to rely on. I only have a polished kunai and a cold heart tempered on the verge of death countless times. In this world shrouded in the light of the "God of Ninja" and the "Child of Prophecy", I choose to be the glimmer of light that cuts through the darkness. When the Kyuubi's chakra illuminated the night sky, I was cleaning up the remnants in the ruins; when the red clouds of the Akatsuki organization passed by, I cut off their supply lines in the shadows; when the Fourth Ninja War broke out, I stood at the forefront of life and death with scars all over my body. The definition of ninja has never been "powerful", but "tolerance". This is an epic story that belongs to the dragon set. This is the deepest blood mark carved by an unknown blade in the world of Naruto.