Moonlight spilled across the land like water.
Naruto stood atop a tall tree, gazing at the brightly lit Konoha Village in the distance, lost in thought for a moment.
No matter how terrible Konoha was, it carried all his memories since he had transmigrated here. If not for the Third Hokage and the villagers treating him differently, why would he have chosen to leave?
After letting out a soft sigh, Naruto looked toward the vast forest and immediately felt much more at ease.
Compared to the scheming and backstabbing of Konoha, the lawless ninja world was the true stage for him to realize his ambitions.
While Naruto basked in the moonlight, Danzo, leaning on a cane, had already led Root in surrounding the area. He said in a gloomy tone, "If you can't bear to leave the village, why defect?"
Naruto glanced at the one-eyed old man below, his face wrapped in bandages, along with the fully armed elite ninjas.
There was no need to think about it. This old man had to be Shimura Danzō, the leader of Root—an old bastard who hid in the shadows and sacrificed others to make himself shine.
Naruto leaped down from the treetop and curled his lip. "Old man, at your age, you shouldn't be walking around at night or sticking your nose into other people's business. I only have one reason for leaving the village: because I wanted to."
Hearing this, Danzo frowned. Hiruzen really raised a Jinchuriki who does whatever he wants.
Still, it was not too late to correct Naruto's personality. In Danzo's eyes, a Jinchuriki was the village's weapon of war. He should have been raised by Anbu from childhood and controlled through cursed seals.
He did not need social interaction, nor did he need so-called bonds. Obeying orders