"It really was cruel."
Inside the Hamura Shrine within the moon, Xia Yan quietly watched the Giant Tenseigan before him, its pale golden light flickering constantly.
Recalling what Hamura Otsutsuki had told him, he could not help shaking his head slightly.
Cruel was the only word Xia Yan could think of, but alongside that cruelty, he also felt how terrifying the Six Paths brothers' methods and temperaments truly were!
Xia Yan had always considered himself a resourceful man. Otherwise, he would never have climbed step by step from a lowly Anbu to his current position as the Fifth Hokage.
But compared with the Six Paths brothers, his own methods fell far, far short!
Those two had truly factored every living soul in the Shinobi World into their schemes. They had not even spared their own sons and nephews in pursuit of their goals.
Xia Yan had no way of knowing how much blood had been spilled over a thousand years of war.
But he had, after all, personally lived through the Third Shinobi World War, even if his Anbu duties had kept him off the front lines.
During his missions, he had passed through battlegrounds after the fighting ended, and he had seen towns and villages caught up in the war.
Those wretched sights remained vivid in his mind even now. The vacant, numb expressions of the survivors had also shaken him considerably.
War was terrifying. Xia Yan had always known that, even if he did not care in the slightest whether the people of this world fought and killed one another.
Ultimately, he was a transmigrator, but even he had truly been affected by such a sorrowful environment.
If the Third Shinobi World War alone had been like that, Xia Yan truly dared not imagine how horrific a war