"Damn!"
"Why was the space-time turbulence so much more violent than we expected?!"
At the edge of the Forest of Death, space suddenly twisted and split open.
The next second, two figures, one large and one small, tumbled out in a sorry heap. With a heavy thud, they slammed into the charred ground.
The taller one was a long-haired, one-armed man wrapped in a black cloak. His disheveled bangs fell diagonally across his face, leaving only one eye visible.
A scarlet eye.
Behind him was a blue-eyed, blond-haired boy. He was simple and unassuming, but looked a little worse for wear.
Pfft.
The one-armed man dropped to one knee. He could only stab the Kusanagi Sword in his hand into the ground to barely steady himself.
He was breathing heavily, and the one eye visible to the world was bloodshot!
"A-are you okay?" The blond kid hurriedly helped the one-armed man up, while his bright blue gaze roamed over their surroundings. His voice was full of confusion.
He could see the strange scorched earth all around them and hear a faint clanging in the distance.
"Where... are we? Since when did the village have such a huge hole in it? And it feels... so weird..."
At this, the one-armed man didn't answer right away. He merely looked toward the distance and narrowed his eyes.
There were only four figures on Hokage Rock.
His pupils contracted at the sight. "The Fourth Hokage... So this is... the village in the past?!"
The discovery made the man's pounding heart quietly fall still for a moment.
Then it began to beat even faster, its rhythm growing tense and frantic.
For a moment, he lost himself, only muttering blankly, "The past... My brother... Father and Mother... And that guy... are they all still alive?"
Hearing