"I told you... I'm not here to fight."
Looking at Konan being captured by the opponent, Yahiko's chest heaved violently, feeling angry, humiliated, and powerless...
All kinds of emotions intertwined in his eyes, and eventually turned red. He stared at Senju Chen, his face twisted with anger, almost bleeding.
He wanted to rush forward, even if he died together.
But he can't.
Konan is still in the opponent's hand. The thin but deadly Ninja Blade is attached to Konan's fragile neck.
"What... what do you want?!" Yahiko's voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
Nagato stood in the shadows, motionless, with only his striking red hair fluttering gently in the breeze. In his eyes covered by bangs, the purple Rinnegan light had dimmed, replaced by bottomless self-blame and fear.
Just now, it was his impulse, his "Shinra Tensei". Although he pushed away the enemy, it also broke the attack rhythm of Yahiko and Konan, giving the opponent an opportunity.
It was him who personally delivered Konan to the enemy's sword.
This feeling of powerlessness reminded him of the rainy night when his parents died in front of him.
Senju Chen ignored Yahiko's roar. His eyes swept over the graceful curve of Konan's nervous and tense neck with great interest. He even lowered his head slightly and sniffed the unique fragrance of rain and paper in the girl's hair.
His movements were slight, but full of frivolity.
Konan's body trembled violently, and tears of humiliation rolled in her eyes, but she bit her lip and did not make a sound. She knew that any behavior that stimulated the other person might bring irreparable consequences.
"Let her go!" Yahiko's reason completely collapsed at this moment, and he was like a mad lion, about to pounce on her desperately.
"Don't move." Senju Chen's voice was still calm, but the blade pressed down slightly, leaving a shallow red mark on Konan's fair skin.
Yahiko's footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
"Tsk, really, you said you were here to make friends, why do you have to be so nervous?" Senju Chen sighed as if he was troubled. Then, he seemed to have remembered something, and asked casually in a chatty tone:
"Speaking of which, your teacher... that white-haired uncle with the word 'oil' Forehead Protector on his forehead, wearing wooden clogs, always carrying a big scroll, and smiling very obscenely, how is he doing lately?"
After the words fell, the air in the entire factory solidified again.
The expressions on the faces of the three people, Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan, were surprisingly consistent at this moment.
Shocked, stunned, disbelieving.
This boy... how could he know what his teacher looked like? And... the description was so... vivid.
"Does he especially like to peek into women's bathhouses, but every time he is beaten to death, and then comes back bruised and swollen, and insists that he is doing it for information?" Senju Chen's lips curved into a playful smile.
If the first sentence only shocked Yahiko and the others, then the following sentences were bombshells that exploded in their minds.
Peeping into a female bathhouse and being beaten... Source... Hard words...
These are secret embarrassing things that they only found out when they got along with Teacher Jiraiya!
This mysterious and powerful young man in front of me, he... who is he?!
Looking at the dumbfounded expressions of the three of them, Senju Chen knew that the heat was almost done.
He let go of the hand holding Konan, and the sharp Ninja Blade snapped back into its sheath neatly. He even took a step back like a gentleman, spreading his hands, with a harmless smile on his face.
"Look, I said I didn't mean any harm."
Konan, as if she had received an amnesty, staggered back a few steps and returned to Yahiko and Nagato. She subconsciously covered her neck, and the red marks there still had a cold touch. Her eyes when looking at Senju Chen were full of fear, confusion, and a trace of indescribable curiosity.
"You... who are you? How did you know about the teacher?" Yahiko finally found his voice, but most of the hostility in his tone had faded away, and was replaced by deep wariness and confusion.
"My teacher and your teacher are brothers." Senju Chen said something that shocked them.
"?!"
"So, in terms of seniority, your teacher is my uncle." The smile on Senju Chen's face became a little more sincere, "And you are my uncle's disciples. Then, I should call you... senior brother and senior sister."
Senior brother... senior sister...
These two titles, like two warm spring breezes, instantly blew away the solidified murderous intention in the factory.
Yahiko opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment. Nagato also completely walked out of the shadows, and the vigilance in the pair of Rinnegan was replaced by a complex emotion.
"My name is Senju Chen." Senju Chen introduced himself, "This time I came to Land of Rain. I heard that my uncle has accepted three very outstanding disciples here. I was curious and wanted to come and see them."
He paused, scratched his head in embarrassment, and showed a shy smile that suited his age, "Just now... I just wanted to try the results of my senior brothers and sisters' practice. I didn't expect your welcome ceremony to be so enthusiastic, so I... couldn't help but play for a while longer. Sorry, I scared you."
This statement was reasonable and reasonable. It not only explained his purpose of coming, but also used the name of "discussion" to downplay the life-and-death fight just now, saving Yahiko and their faces.
Yahiko's face turned red and white.
Played for a while?
The three of them worked together to strangle with all their strength, but according to the other party, they just "played for a while"?
Although their hearts were full of frustration, it was a fact that the other party was powerful, and their status as "Junior Brother" also prevented them from being hostile again.
"Ah, that..." Yahiko said dryly. He put away the short knife, looking a little embarrassed, "We... we thought you were the person sent by Hanzo of the Salamander."
"Hanzō?" Senju Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, then showed a look of understanding.
In a corner of the abandoned factory, several people sat around a raised bonfire. Rainwater dripped down the holes in the dome and splashed circles of white mist around the fire.
The atmosphere has gone from tense to somewhat subtly harmonious.
After confirming Senju Chen's identity, Yahiko completely let down his guard. The words "senior brother" made him feel uncomfortable all over, and the embarrassment on his face almost overflowed, but the deepest hostility in his heart disappeared.