Anger showed clearly on Yahiko's face. Nagato and Konan both reached out and rested their hands on his shoulders.
Soon, the leader brought them to a prison holding quite a few people. The people those soldiers had marched out were brought here too.
"Get in!" The leader shoved the three into a cell.
After that, he simply left, no longer caring what happened to them.
The three stood looking at the people inside the cell. There were the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, as well as lifeless corpses lying on the ground.
Looking at them, Yahiko suppressed his anger and asked, "Can someone tell us what happened? This place shouldn't be like this."
Everyone remained silent.
A young man chewing on a grass root said helplessly, "What else could it be? We've all been made slaves. This settlement sells people to outsiders for supplies."
Yahiko clenched his fists tightly and demanded, "Why?! All they had to do was develop the camp properly! Why would they do something like this?"
The young man looked at the three in surprise. "You're outsiders, aren't you?"
No, this was the very place the three of them had helped establish. In just a few months, it had changed completely.
The young man shook his head and sighed at them. "You're unlucky too, getting caught and brought here."
"Why don't you fight back?" Yahiko couldn't help demanding.
"Fight back? How?" The young man sneered. "The lord here, Kusayama, has three powerful Shinobi with him. Anyone who disobeys him gets killed by those three."
"Shinobi?" Yahiko nodded, understanding what had happened. With Shinobi helping him, ordinary people really were no match.
"Then how about we defeat those three Shinobi?" Yahiko said gravely.
"You?!" The young man couldn't help scrutinizing them, and the others raised