Could these adult Kaguya clan members really survive for ten years under the control of their harebrained minds?
That really was a question...
Besides, even if two identical people met, they probably would not care. At most, they would fight to decide which was the bootleg version and which was the authentic version.
Yakushi Nonō kept her head lowered as she followed Aburame Ryoma through Root's underground passage, somewhat afraid.
Large numbers of true Root Ninja, "adopted" by Root as children, were also gathering continuously and joining their group.
They would reach the base soon, and Nonō felt uneasy.
Dark, oppressive, cold... Those were her impressions of the Root Base. In the past, she had never imagined that such "darkness" could exist in Konoha.
But for the orphanage's funding, for her younger brothers and sisters, she had no choice but to do this work.
"You wouldn't want me to cut off the orphanage's funding..."
"You wouldn't want your younger brothers and sisters to go hungry..."
Whenever she thought of Lord Danzo's threats, Nonō trembled all over. Even beneath the blazing sun in the hottest days of summer, she would feel cold from time to time.
An orange-red glow suddenly appeared ahead in the dim passage, something that absolutely never would have happened before.
Nonō raised her head. The flickering flames reflected in her round glasses, inexplicably making her feel a little warmth.
I must be crazy, actually feeling warmth at Root's headquarters...
Lord Ryoma suddenly stopped ahead of her. Nonō even saw the usually composed Ryoma's knees nearly buckle.
The group's progress suddenly became extremely slow. Only when Lord Danzo began berating them did they return to their normal pace.
Nonō emerged from the dark passage. Even she, known as the "Wandering Miko," could not help being shocked by the