Hearing the humming beside him, Pain frowned slightly. "What are you humming?"
"Nothing. Just humming whatever comes to mind," Uzumaki Reikawa said, resting both hands behind his head.
As he spoke, he gazed ahead, gradually becoming lost in thought. Come to think of it, someone seemed to have taught him this tune—but there were too many people. He couldn't remember who it was offhand...
So who was it, exactly?
"Stop! Don't run!"
Several vicious-looking men carrying thick wooden clubs were chasing a child running ahead of them.
Although the place and people were different, the familiar scene left Uzumaki Reikawa both puzzled and intrigued. He had no intention of intervening. After all, he wasn't the one being "hunted" this time, and there was no reason to pass up a spectacle delivered right to his doorstep.
The child running ahead was extremely nimble, constantly using his small size to dart into tight corners. His practiced movements made it obvious this wasn't his first time.
The men chasing him suffered quite a few setbacks because of it. They kept coming within a hair's breadth of catching him, only to fail, making their eyes burn even redder with fury.
Still, however angry they were, they instinctively steered clear when they encountered Pain and Lingchuan. There was no need to invite extra trouble. Besides, in the Ninja World, people dressed strangely were either out of their minds or absurdly powerful. There was no point bringing disaster upon themselves over a moment of impulse.
After all, people without enough strength who made enemies indiscriminately in the Ninja World had long since gone to the Pure Land to keep the Sage of Six Paths company.
But precisely because of that, the men were forced to take a slight detour, slowing their pursuit. Within moments, they lost