Hiruzen Sarutobi's Grave Was Already Overgrown with Two-Meter-Tall Weeds, Yet No One Came to Pay Respects!

This was the new rule Yoru had established.

An absolute crushing force that required no reason whatsoever.

Yoru closed his eyes and rested his face against the cold bulkhead, an utterly amused smile curling at his lips.

He could feel it—the planet called the Shinobi World.

Had completely become something held in the palm of his hand.

"This generation of little brats."

"Still hasn't seen what real 'science' looks like."

"Let's go."

"Let those old fossils get a good look."

"At what the true future of the Shinobi World."

"Actually looks like!"

The wind blew cold and sinister, carrying the stench of old yellow dirt and rotting leaves.

This was the back mountain of Konoha, the cemetery that had once been revered as the "Hall of Heroes."

And now? The weeds throughout the graveyard grew taller than a person's head. It looked like an abandoned wasteland, without even a ghost in sight.

Many of the tombstones had fallen over. Broken chunks of stone littered the ground, covered in layer upon layer of thick dust, making the place feel thoroughly unlucky.

Yoru stepped over the dead grass, producing sharp crunching sounds. Half a chunk of dried cow dung still clung to the sole of his leather shoe, leaving dark brown marks on the stone steps.

Several streaks of white dust, from who knew where, stained his black trench coat. The cuffs were badly worn, giving off the accumulated stink of years of sweat.

He did not care about any of that. He simply carried an uncapped bottle of liquor in one hand and staggered over to a tombstone engraved with the name "Hiruzen Sarutobi."

The tombstone stood crookedly in the mud, covered in long, thin wild grass.

The blades were coated in dust and cobwebs. They had grown absurdly well, at