After Alternate Konan left, Yahiko finally complained, "I really regret not bringing a dryer. It's far too damp here."
Konan smiled faintly. "The dryer would probably get water in it and stop working because it's too damp."
"What a hellish joke."
Konan curled her lips. "By the way, Master told you early on that the version of you in this other world was already dead. Don't you want to know why?"
"Of course I do, but Master wouldn't tell me. I was thinking of seeing whether we could get any information from them, but tearing open someone else's wounds like that wouldn't be very nice..."
Konan thought it over carefully and felt that Yahiko was right.
They should ask tactfully. They could not just ask directly right from the start; that would be too rude.
"Then we'll wait until we find an opportunity. Still, they seem to be the leaders of this village. Master told us to bring them back, but if they leave, what will happen to this village?"
This other world was nothing like their own. It was filled with war. As long as there was even the slightest chance of victory, nations would launch wars against one another.
No one cared how much damage those wars would cause.
War, invasion, then developing villages with looted resources or reparations—it seemed to have become the norm in this world.
Amegakure was only a village in a small country. It might not be able to withstand the attention of other nations.
"Damn it, Master really didn't say."
Yahiko found himself in a difficult position as well. He did not know how to solve this problem.
Just as the two of them racked their brains for a solution, the door to the reception hall opened.
Alternate Konan walked in. "Sorry to