When Naruto and his group finally arrived at the tribe that Jiraiya the Wanderer had mentioned, they were not greeted by enthusiastic villagers. Instead, they saw burning houses, and the air was filled with the smell of burning wood and an overwhelming stench of blood.
Upon seeing this, the Jiraiya the Wanderer's expression changed drastically. He couldn't believe that this dilapidated scene was the tribe he remembered, the warm and humane tribe.
Just as Jiraiya the Wanderer was burning with rage, a small, thin figure struggled to escape from the burning wooden house. Her face was filled with terror, and what was even more striking was the thin clothes she wore, already soaked with blood. Tears mixed with blood streamed down her face.
She seemed to notice the group of people, and her eyes showed fear, but it quickly turned into joy, because she saw a familiar face. Moreover, the girl knew that this person was very powerful and would definitely be able to avenge her father and the others.
The Jiraiya the Wanderer naturally recognized the child; he was indeed a child from this tribe.
" Uncle White Cat, waaaaah, Daddy, Grandpa Village Chief, they're all... all... waaaah..."
The girl threw herself into the arms of the Jiraiya the Wanderer, sobbing uncontrollably, and stammered as she told the others what had happened in the tribe.
Upon hearing the girl's words, the group's anger instantly reached its peak. They never expected that someone would directly attack this tribe, not even sparing the children. The girl was lucky to have escaped being killed outright. According to the child's account, a group of black-armored warriors attacked the tribe and were so ruthless that they burned down this once beautiful village.
The girl, meanwhile, had long since fallen into a deep sleep from grief.
"Damn it, those bastards."
Sasuke slammed his fist on the ground with a loud thud. Although he was born in a peaceful era, he hated war. War took away many lives and their hope of survival.
Pain the Wanderer's expression turned even uglier. Based on the child's description, the black-armored samurai was very likely the work of that bastard Obito the Wanderer, but he still needed to confirm with Konan the Wanderer what his plan was.
Naruto's expression was equally grim. He simply couldn't understand who had started the war in this world. After all, in Naruto's understanding, the Wanderer World had always been plagued by constant warfare, though Naruto had no idea why. However, based on his observations over the past few days, he had a guess: these wars were very likely started by the Obito the Wanderer.
The atmosphere gradually became heavy, but just then, a sudden voice broke the silence.
"Quick, there are still a few survivors over there, don't miss them."
The speakers were several black-armored warriors covered in blood. They had naturally noticed Naruto and his group, and their eyes gleamed with malice as they stared intently at them. One of them even held a blood-stained katana and approached the group.
"Don't come any closer, I found this place first."
What greeted this person were two sounds of air being torn apart: one blue sound emitted a noise like a hundred birds chirping, and the other was simply the sound of air being torn apart due to its excessive speed.
The blue attack landed on him instantly. He felt a numbness first, followed by excruciating pain, but before he could even cry out, he fell silent.
Before he died, all he saw was a pair of cold, Red Eye, and the owner of those eyes was none other than Sasuke Uchiha. Chidori pierced through the man's heart, ending his life in an instant.
The other attack was naturally Naruto's doing. Naruto threw the blue Rasengan from a great distance, and it exploded in mid-air just before hitting the remaining few people, creating a vacuum zone. When the smoke cleared, the black-armored warriors had long since disappeared, leaving only scattered parts in their place.
Neither Pain the Wanderer nor Jiraiya the Wanderer expected Naruto and Sasuke to act so quickly and ruthlessly. Not only did the enemies not have time to react, but even the two of them were caught off guard. By the time they looked over, all the enemies had been killed.
"Wow, so these are Naruto and Sasuke from that world? They're really strong."
Unlike the Pain the Wanderer, the Jiraiya the Wanderer had memories of his previous life. The two people in front of him were not even as old as Naruto in his memories. He did not expect that the two of them would have such strength at such a young age. It seems that Konoha, where they live, must be very comforted.
I wonder if that teacher is still alive? After all, the Naruto and Sasuke in this world are different from those in his original memories, and even he himself is still alive, so Teacher Sarutobi must still be alive, right?
If Naruto knew that Jiraiya the Wanderer had such ridiculous thoughts, he would surely tell him mercilessly that Hiruzen Sarutobi, that old scoundrel, was dead and crippled.
Naruto and Sasuke exchanged a glance, then parted ways to search for the survivors in the tribe. As for the black-armored warriors who remained, they were all killed on sight.
As evening fell and the sun set, the day slowly came to a close. The ground was littered with the remains of black-armored warriors. The four men collapsed onto the ground, utterly exhausted. They hadn't expected there to be so many black-armored warriors. They hadn't stopped, yet the lives of their enemies had all come to an end. Just as they had ruthlessly attacked this tribe, the four men had also ruthlessly reaped their lives.
The group remained silent, none of them speaking, all quietly resting and recovering their strength, because they didn't know when the next enemy would appear, or how many there would be.
" Jiraiya- sensei, this world... is truly painful."
The silence wasn't broken until Pain the Wanderer spoke first.
Jiraiya the Wanderer sighed. He hadn't expected this to happen. What exactly was Obito the Wanderer's purpose? What was he trying to do?
And so, Jiraiya the Wanderer offering a concrete answer, he led the group onward, striving to save as many people as possible...
Meanwhile, the Akatsuki was also searching, as Danzo the Wanderer had given them orders to carry out a mission: capture any suspicious individuals they encountered.
At this moment, an Akatsuki member with blond hair looked somewhat melancholy.
"Senior, are there really any Child of Destiny?"
"Don't worry about it, don't ask questions, don't question anything, just carry out the mission."
The senior clearly didn't want to delve deeper into this topic. Every time he thought of the Danzo the Wanderer's cold eyes, the hairs on his body would stand on end. That guy was just too dangerous.
As for why Danzo the Wanderer, issued this order?
The paranoid Danzo the Wanderer had heard Pain the Wanderer shout about being the Child of Destiny to save the world more than once. Child of Destiny? Just hearing the name made him seem like someone who would interfere with his plans, and no one could stop him from moving forward.