The Anbu glanced at Li. "Uzumaki Naruto, right?"
Li nodded lightly. "Please come in." In truth, Li had no favorable impression of the Anbu. Anbu members were all lunatics—lunatics who would stop at nothing for the village's interests. Otherwise, they would never have become Anbu. Just look at Itachi Uchiha: for the village's interests, he had slaughtered his entire clan.
It was a display of loyalty to the village, but in truth, it was also a display of lost humanity. To them, the village came first. Everything else, including so-called familial bonds, was secondary.
That was also something Li could not accept. To Li, a village was indeed the home of those living in this world. But at the same time, a village was supposed to provide people with peace and happiness, so that they would be willing to make a certain degree of sacrifice for it.
If you could not give me a peaceful, prosperous life, then why should I destroy my family ties, friendships, or even my home for the sake of your village? If you said that my family and friends threatened the village's peace, then I would have to consider which side I ought to stand on.
The Anbu were clearly the sort who stood unconditionally on the village's side. To them, the village was everything. That almost pathological loyalty made Li feel that he could never become friends with any Anbu.
Because they would never put your friendship first—not even second. Their first priority would always be the village. Who the hell knew whether they would stab you in the back for the village's interests?
The Anbu shook his head lightly. "No need. I'm just here to ask what exactly happened around midnight yesterday. You were involved, weren't you?"
Li nodded lightly and gave him