Land of Rain.
Amegakure.
Two naive ninjas carried a body bag stuffed with "contents" toward the tower at the village center, staring through the drizzle.
"The village's core area should be under the personal control of Lord Demigod, right? So why are we sending such an unclean thing inside?"
The two ninjas carrying the body chatted as they walked. The younger-looking one, who seemed not yet twenty, asked this question.
"The ninja world is full of secrets. The farther up you go, the more secrets there are—not fewer. Maybe they're going to conduct some experiments. There are countless experiments that require corpses. But... young man, if you want to live to my age, do you know what philosophy you should follow in life?" the other ninja said.
"What 'philosophy'?"
"Simply put... see nothing, hear nothing, say nothing."
The young ninja froze for a moment, then snorted. "Wouldn't that make you a puppet on strings? What meaning is there in merely scraping by for a lifetime? Everyone has to do something and leave something behind."
This was a typical "young person." Although the atmosphere in Amegakure had always been solemn and oppressive, this young ninja probably had not even experienced the civil war, let alone the even more brutal Ninja World War.
As his memories surfaced, Orochimaru, who had not even had time to wipe away the sweat covering his head, immediately laughed coldly. The whole thing was simply too absurd.
After being stunned for a moment, she asked, "Orochimaru's Manda? That Summoning Beast with such an arrogant air?"
Yuhara repeated himself, then pulled a small glass bottle from the Ninja Tool Bag behind him. There was a trace of bright-red liquid at the bottom. After placing the bottle on the table, he asked:
The things Yuhara had brought back