"Keep an eye on Nagato. That guy is after him."
"Understood."
Moriyue kicked the door open. They were under attack by unknown assailants, which meant this place was no longer safe. Amegakure had ultimately been searched by those people. Since that was the case, there was no need to linger here any longer.
Although Nagato was still in terrible condition, given the situation, Konan could only carry him on her back and follow Moriyue out.
A cramped room was the worst possible place to fight. The limited space greatly hindered their ability to perform ninjutsu. If they forced a battle in such a small room, never mind whether the aftermath would injure Nagato—the enemy had already found them, so there would be nothing stopping them from using a powerful ninjutsu on a small house from outside.
When that happened, all Moriyue and the others could do would be protect themselves.
"Creak, creak, creak~"
The sound of some creature gnawing through the building rang out like windblown grit scraping against glass. It was the sort of sound that involuntarily brought to mind insects devouring an animal's internal organs after death.
Sure enough, the instant Konan left the room, the room they had been in—and the entire building along with it—was covered in a layer of black.
From afar, it looked as though the house had instantly been coated in black paint. But upon closer inspection, one would realize it was no paint at all. The writhing, surging, densely packed mass was clearly made up of tens of thousands of tiny insects.
Boom!
As expected, these tiny creatures, countless times stronger than termites, devoured the entire building in an instant. Moriyue remembered there being quite a few iron tools inside the abandoned structure, but now, forget the tools—even the ground had been