Naruto Bloodline Theory? Nothing but Trash

He was just a little young, at most fourteen or fifteen? Or maybe thirteen?

"Underground Exchange?"

Yahiko immediately understood what had happened.

The Three Great Shinobi Villages had pinned the bloody cases at the Underground Exchange on the Akatsuki Organization.

They had always acted while wearing Amegakure forehead protectors.

Eventually, the blame had flown onto their heads.

Did that count as karma?

After thinking it over, Yahiko gestured for Nagato and Konan not to be nervous.

Just as he was about to speak, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure stepped out from across the way.

"Heh heh... I never expected... it's been a long time. I remember... your name is Yahiko, right? The three of you... have all grown up..."

Orochimaru greeted them.

The three naturally recognized the companion who had stood beside Jiraiya back then.

Nagato immediately revealed a hostile gaze.

He still remembered how Orochimaru had said that they might as well kill the three orphans, so they would not have to suffer in such a harsh environment... or something along those lines.

Nagato's hostility was keenly sensed by Orochimaru.

Orochimaru did not mind it. Instead, he leisurely scrutinized Yahiko.

"So... that explains it."

That idiot Jiraiya had taught these three children for three years.

It was entirely possible that one of them possessed exceptional Ninjutsu talent.

That explained the origin of the countermeasure technique planted in the mind of that Akatsuki Organization member just now.

Combining that intelligence with everything that had happened before, the conclusion was probably very close to the truth...

The many vicious cases were likely the work of the Akatsuki Organization.

"Hehe, Lord Orochimaru, do you know them?"

Kitsuchi stepped forward, his honest-looking face carrying a polite smile as he asked.

Orochimaru glanced at Kitsuchi.

After traveling together for so long, he had been quite pleased with Kitsuchi's polite manner.

Unlike Kitsuchi's crafty father, the Third Tsuchikage Onoki.

In terms of personality, Onoki's son was his complete opposite.

"More or less... During the Second Shinobi World War, those three were displaced orphans from the Land of Rain..." Orochimaru answered.

"I see."

Pakura, Kitsuchi, and the others understood.

It was perfectly normal for orphans from the Land of Rain, a place ravaged by war year after year, to hate the Five Great Nations.

"So this is Akatsuki..."

Minato Namikaze studied their faces.

Clearly.

This young man named Yahiko was their leader.

And he had actually met Orochimaru before.

"Hmph, Konoha is always like this."

With one hand on her hip, Pakura stood casually, exuding the air of an alluring older woman.

"You don't pull out the roots after cutting the grass, and in the end you breed all sorts of future troubles and bitter consequences..."

In Pakura's view.

If Orochimaru had killed those Land of Rain people back then, she would not have had to struggle through this muddy place.

"Heh heh." Orochimaru smiled faintly without arguing.

There had been reasons for what happened back then.

Outsiders like Pakura did not understand...

As they spoke freely, they gradually revealed their identities.

"This is a little troublesome..."

Yahiko raised an eyebrow.

The Hero of the Sand, Pakura of Scorch Release.

Konoha's Sannin and the Yellow Flash.

Kitsuchi, son of the Tsuchikage.

These three groups...

Yahiko looked at Mingren again.

He found Mingren coldly scrutinizing the Konoha, Iwagakure, and Sunagakure shinobi.

Was he frightened?

Or was he simply fearless in his youth?

Either way.

If they learned that Amakawa Mingren was the real culprit.

His life probably would not be spared.

Sigh...

Yahiko sighed inwardly.

He might as well be a Good Person to the very end.

So Yahiko cleared his throat and called out to Pakura and the others, "That's right, the Underground Exchange matter is indeed related to our Akatsuki Organization, but there's a misunderstanding involved..."

Courtesy before force.

Yahiko believed that if they negotiated with words first and showed sincerity for peace talks, there would always be room for a turnabout.

"You don't need to cover for me."

Mingren suddenly spoke, interrupting Yahiko.

"I admit it. I killed those people! So what?"

As he stared at Pakura, Minato Namikaze... at the familiar faces from the Original Work manga.

Mingren's heart was surprisingly calm.

There was none of the excitement of seeing manga characters.

What he felt... was only anger toward the invaders, after integrating into this world and standing from the perspective of a citizen of the Land of Rain!

"This is bad... Why is he taking this upon himself?"

Ryu and the others, hidden in the darkness, exchanged glances. They all felt that Mingren's actions were far too irrational.

Ryu: "He shouldn't be this reckless..."

Shook his head.

The three of them still did not know that Mingren himself was the source of the Underground Exchange massacre.

By publicly admitting that he had done it.

On one hand, Mingren disdained using the Akatsuki Organization as a scapegoat.

On the other hand...

Even if he could not defeat them, his overwhelming Speed and physical prowess would be enough to shake off everyone except Minato Namikaze.

"Hey... Young Lady!"

Before they could say anything else.

Asuka had already taken a step forward, leaped down from the rooftop, and arrived at the scene.

"Hmm?"

Pakura and the others turned their gazes toward her, slightly stunned when they saw Asuka appear.

"Hanzo's Granddaughter...?"

What was she doing here?

Was she also investigating the Underground Exchange matter?

They had heard that several High-ranking Officials and Nobles of the Land of Rain had also died.

Hmm, it seemed that was probably the case.

Asuka: "He's only..."

He was only an ordinary person.

To repay the favor of having her life saved.

Asuka believed that now was the best opportunity.

As long as he did not admit to it.

They would surely be able to fool them.

After all, no one would believe that an unknown young man could tear through Ino-Shika-Cho, the Hyuga, Senju, and others with his bare hands...

"What is your name?" Pakura suddenly asked.

"Mingren." Mingren directly stated his name.

"Haha, that's a pretty good joke."

Pakura Shook His Head and said to Mingren.

The next second, her beautiful face hardened.

"Kid, do you think we're idiots? You're an insignificant nobody. We've never even heard of you..."

The Third Shinobi World War had already been going on for five years.

If he were going to become famous, he would have done so long ago.

They had never heard the name Mingren at all.

"Don't worry, we aren't interested in ordinary people."

The long-legged, busty older beauty casually waved her hand, making a gesture for him to leave.

"Whether the Akatsuki Organization threatened you or whatever, you don't need to worry... at least not tonight, because..."

They were going to settle a score with the Akatsuki Organization.

Pakura was not the only one brimming with confidence.

After glancing at Mingren and recognizing him as Shennong's disciple, Orochimaru directly turned his gaze toward Yahiko and the other two.

A Master without a bloodline, leading a disciple without a bloodline.

They were nothing more than two bystanders.

"Looks like there are benefits to not being famous..."

Yahiko looked at Mingren in surprise.

Then he shrugged.

"Fine. Since you want to hold us accountable, then we of Akatsuki will oblige."