A massive roar echoed endlessly through the night sky of Konoha.
Villagers throughout the village.
Whether belonging to a ninja clan or ordinary civilians, they were all shrouded in a sense of fear at that moment.
"Iruka-sensei! What is happening?"
With blonde hair, six whiskers on his cheeks, and a shirt bearing the Uzumaki crest, Naruto Uzumaki listened to the continuous roar and turned to look at the Chunin beside him, Iruka, who wore a green flak jacket.
"There is an enemy invasion, and the Hokage-sama is holding them off." Iruka gave Naruto a complex look; just as he was about to fall asleep, Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi had sent an Anbu to deliver an order instructing him to bring Naruto to the shelter tonight to ensure his safety.
Iruka felt deeply puzzled by this order, but as a shinobi, obeying orders was engraved in their bones.
Iruka turned his head to look at the people inside the shelter, whose faces were as pale as paper and whose bodies trembled, letting out a long sigh. He knew that these were the ones who had survived the Nine-Tails Uprising years ago.
Only those who had witnessed the Nine-Tails could deeply understand that shinobi were not the absolute masters of this world.
Before a disaster-class creature like the Nine-Tails, ordinary people, Genin, and Jonin were entirely no different—all would be crushed to death by a single paw.
Before the power of the Nine-Tails, what people felt was only powerlessness and insignificance.
Everything happening tonight reminded Iruka of the night of the Nine-Tails. The commotion back then had been just as loud, with the constant roars of various ninjutsu explosions. As a child, he had entered the shelter with others and trembled incessantly amidst the terror.
He still remembered how Jonin, before the