God Has Arrived

Tsukimi's eyes paused on the end of the scroll, where a plain line of small print caught his attention.

Amegakure contestants: Yahiko, Nagato, Konan.

Just three simple names. No marks, no special notes. Among a list packed with prodigies from the great nations, they were as unremarkable as dust.

Anyone else would have taken them for three ordinary Genin from a small shinobi village and forgotten them the moment they looked away.

But to Tsukimi, those three names were more alarming than all the prodigies of the Four Great Nations put together.

According to the original story, Nagato and the other two were from the Land of Rain, but they weren't Ninja from Amegakure. They had even learned their Ninjutsu from Jiraiya.

Weren't they supposed to be building their own movement in the Land of Rain right now? What were they doing in Konoha?! Were they even Genin? And they had come to take the Chunin Ninja Exams!

And Hanzo of the Salamander—was he supposed to be in charge of Amegakure? What a useless bastard. People had slipped into his own team, and he didn't even know.

"What's wrong, Tsukimi? You've been staring at the list for those small shinobi villages for ages. Is something wrong?"

Beside him, Obito saw him staring at the end of the scroll without a word and couldn't help scratching his head as he asked.

Asuma and the others looked over too. Their eyes fell on the three names from Amegakure, but none of them seemed impressed.

"Amegakure? Just three nobodies," Asuma said offhandedly. "Small Nations are short on resources and lack a strong foundation. No matter how talented someone is, there's a limit to how far they can go. They won't make much of a splash."

Kurenai nodded gently. "Asuma's right. Compared with the