As he spoke, he moved closer to Otsutsuki Toneri, licked the blood spilling from his wound, then treated it to stop the bleeding before turning and leaving.
The old man sat cross-legged in midair within the void, gazing solemnly at the sky, yet unable to sense any energy. He then looked down at the earth. Though he had sensed that boundless evil erupting all at once, by the time he arrived, the place had already been emptied. The Immortal God Church, an organization that had seemed laughable, now made his expression turn grave. Its doctrine of using blood to become demons struck him as a symbol of evil, yet there was nothing inherently wrong with letting all things follow their fate. It was humanity's own choice. Though he could offer guidance, he could not completely prune away every crooked branch.
"Misery has no end!"
"Naruto, you got into another fight! If you keep this up, I really won't care about you anymore!"
With a stern face, Nami Yakushi carefully brushed the snow and dirt from the child before her, scolding him angrily. The boy seemed somewhat afraid of making Nami Yakushi angry and hurriedly explained, "They were the ones bullying that girl first! They even tore her scarf!"
Nami Yakushi sighed and gently stroked Naruto's forehead. He had suffered endlessly since birth. The nanny who should have accompanied him as he grew up had helplessly given up under the pressure of Konoha's people. If she had not approached Naruto because of her mission, it seemed that from the age of three, this child would have been eating rice mixed with sand and spoiled pickles, while living in an unbearably cold room. For the glorious son of the Fourth Hokage, it was simply unimaginable—yet it was real.
What a sin,