In Sage Mode, his senses fully unleashed, he vaguely detected an accumulation of life energy to the east.
"Over there? It feels like a village." Naruto Uzumaki opened his eyes and swiftly headed in that direction.
He moved incredibly fast. As he drew closer, his perception became clearer—it was a village of just over a hundred people, not particularly large.
"Finally, I can find out where I am." Naruto leaped down from the treetops with a smile on his face. But immediately afterward, his expression turned grave.
"Killing intent? What's going on?"
August was scorching hot. The sweltering sunlight poured over the earth, seeming capable of roasting people alive.
This was one of the things villagers hated most: drought.
In this era, cities had yet to take shape. Most people lived scattered across villages, while conflicts between nations never ceased.
Yet a hundred years ago, the Sage of Six Paths had emerged and brought the true meaning of chakra. Not only had he saved the world from the rampaging Ten-Tails, but he had later founded the Shinobi Sect and preached the way of peace.
But... that was already in the past. The world had now once again reached the beginning of chaos.
More than ten years ago, the Sage of Six Paths had finally reached the end of his life. The Shinobi Sect was inherited by his second son, Asura. Peace had been expected to continue, yet no one had imagined that this would mark the beginning of chaos.
The Sage of Six Paths' eldest son, Indra, was dissatisfied with the decision. He left the Shinobi Sect and declared war on his younger brother, igniting a war over the Sage of Six Paths' inheritance.
From then on, the Shinobi Sect split into two.
But none of this had much