Still, their methods were quick and caused no commotion.
After the three entered the house, a sour, rotten, moldy stench rushed at them.
The entire room was gloomy and dark, unbearably oppressive.
The wooden door was covered in scratch marks.
Two red-haired people sat on the bed, one grown, one small. They looked like mother and daughter.
The mother's expression had already gone somewhat blank. Her eyes were vacant, staring straight ahead.
She had clearly suffered a great deal of abuse, and by now her mind was somewhat abnormal.
The little girl looked only five or six years old, and she was lying against her mother, crying in fear.
Although the mother was not quite right in the head, her hands were still making soothing gestures, trying to make the girl stop crying.
Because crying would not earn sympathy. All it brought was even crueler beatings, scolding, and abuse.
"My clansmen, are you all right? I came too late."
When the little girl saw the three of them, she instinctively shielded her mother, spreading her frail little arms.
There was fear in her eyes. Seeing that tiny body stand in front of her mother made Mito's heart ache even more.
And just standing at the doorway, they could see that her mother's body was covered in wounds.
Her wrists, neck, ankles, and face were full of bite marks. The clothes she wore had long since been torn to rags, stained with filth and blood.
"Little one, we're not bad people. We're here to save you."
Jiraiya's appearance clearly was not suited to saying something like that, so A-Gang stepped forward to comfort her.
"Don't come over! Bad people! Don't hurt my mommy!"
Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. The little girl's body had already begun to tremble. At