I am the most popular character in Naruto!

"It's just a thousand people, I'll book them all for you!"

"it is good!"

Nara Shikaku stood up, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "If this battle is successful, then I'm afraid you'll have to change your title of 'Pink-haired Witch'."

"Change to what?"

Chiaki smoothed her long pink hair and asked curiously.

"Who knows."

Nara Shikaku stretched his neck and said casually, "Perhaps it's some pink-haired Isis, the goddess of life, the goddess of healing?"

"...Otherwise, life control is pretty good too, it sounds cool."

Chiaki retains the same hobbies she had during her chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) days, but surprisingly they suit her current state quite well.

"I think it's okay."

The blood-stained scarf trembled slightly, as if the future was expressing its meaning. Pharmacist Nonou slowly nodded, "Life control, controlling everyone's life and death, controlling everyone's life, I think it's good."

"Aside from being a bit cringey, everything else is great..."

The clear-headed Yuu-onna pushed up her sunglasses, and the Ino-Shika-Cho trio exchanged a smile.

"Then, proceed according to plan. When this battle is over, let life take control, and let the name of Senju Chiaki, the Goddess of Life of Konoha, resound throughout the ninja world!"

"Disperse!"

The six disappeared from the spot. In the distance, hidden in the shadows, Hatake Sakumo touched the sake bottle he had taken from the ninja, tilted his head back and took a swig, then chuckled as he looked at Chiaki who was rushing out at high speed.

A goddess who controls life...

not bad.

Grow, Eternal!

……

Night fell heavily.

Amidst the clamor and noise of the ninjas, the boy sat quietly on a pile of straw beside him, hugging his knees, his eyes filled with hatred as he looked at the ninjas of the Land of Wind.

His parents were just ordinary villagers, but on the very first day the garrison from the Land of Wind arrived, they were executed for offending ninjas.

What kind of ninja is this?

The boy saw it clearly: several Jonin had taken a liking to his mother's beauty and wanted to forcibly take her. His parents resisted to the death, but ultimately lost their lives at the hands of those two Jonin.

To ninjas, the lives of ordinary people were not even worth as much as those of pigs or dogs.

Ordinary people are merely beings who create value for the ninjas.

It is indeed cruel; ninjas with ninjutsu can create far more value than ordinary people.

They can arbitrarily change the rules of nature, and even trample on them at will, causing the status of ordinary people to decline again and again.

If it weren't for the fact that the majority of the population is still supported by ordinary people, ordinary people would probably have been wiped out long ago.

"Those damned bastards...they actually did this to my parents..."

The boy bit his lip hard and clenched his fists tightly.

He stared intently at the Jonin who were chatting and laughing among the crowd. They were eating the villagers' food and using the villagers' utensils, while the villagers were left huddled miserably to the side.

Is the gap between ninjas and ordinary people really that big?

Is the difference in status really that significant?

Indeed, that was true for the ninjas of the Land of Wind stationed at Mount Kikyo.

It is easy to imagine that Kikyo Mountain will become a bloodbath, a meat grinder.

Not to mention these defenseless villagers, it's very likely that even we ninjas stationed here will die here.

Since everyone was going to die anyway, people stopped caring about etiquette and rules and just enjoyed themselves.

"When I have the power... I will definitely kill you all!"

The boy knelt on the haystack, memorizing his enemy's appearance. He looked around and quickly found a secluded spot to hide himself.

He had survived using this ability and had also stored up a lot of food.

He knew very well that war was imminent, and he had to hide himself until he had enough power.

Just as the boy hid in his hiding place and secretly peeked out, a small insect crawled up to his face.

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"what?"

The boy looked at the little insect with a puzzled expression.

For a boy, especially one living in the mountains, insects are a special kind of toy.

There aren't many boys in the mountains who haven't played with insects. Whether it's a caterpillar or a grasshopper, anything playable becomes a toy for the boys.

Perhaps other boys wouldn't keep track of the types of insects they played with, nor would they be able to identify which insects they had played with.

But this boy was different; he clearly remembered the appearance of every insect and could even distinguish the difference between two ants.

He could proudly say that he knew every single insect on this Bellflower Mountain.

Although he couldn't name the insects scientifically, he named them based on his knowledge.

However, the little bug that appeared before the boy was one he had never seen before.

"What kind of insect is this? Why is it here?"

The boy, hiding in his hut, stared at the little insect in front of him, puzzled. The insect shook its antennae and slowly left the boy's hiding place.

"Hey……"

A boy is a boy after all, and his attention was quickly drawn to the little bug.

But then he suddenly realized something was wrong.

That little bug is more than just one.

There were so many tiny insects that looked exactly like that little bug on the ground!

This huge pile wasn't the end of it; it gathered from all directions, gradually forming a pitch-black carpet, barely visible under the cover of night.

If it weren't for the boy's exceptional observation and insight, he probably wouldn't have noticed the carpet formed by the insects.

To describe it with a vivid name, these insects form a dense layer of moss on the ground, which looks terrifying.

Although Jiegeng Mountain is small, the village's sanitation is absolutely up to standard.

Normally, if the boy wanted to find insects to play with, he had to go to the mountains and forests. If so many insects appeared in the village, he would definitely be scolded by those annoying old ladies.

Even with so many ninjas arriving now, their hygiene standards aren't that strict, so it's not like so many small black insects would suddenly appear.

That is to say...

These small black insects are not naturally occurring.

In a world where ninjutsu exists, if you encounter something that is not naturally formed, it must be because of ninjutsu.

The boy's heart skipped a beat. Based on his observations over the past few days, none of the ninjas stationed at Kikyo Mountain in the Land of Wind used insect ninjutsu.

Judging from the ninjas' conversations, dialogues, and actions, most of them are wind-attribute ninjas, which is quite in line with the national conditions of the Land of Wind.

The sudden appearance of insect ninjutsu means the only possibility is that Konoha ninjas have sneaked up on Mount Kikyo!

War... has come!

The boy's fear intensified as he looked at the ever-expanding black moss that no one had noticed, his teeth chattering incessantly with terror.

"No...no..."

"I need to remind...remind everyone..."

The boy frantically tried to crawl out of his hiding place, but suddenly a chill ran through him, and a coldness shot straight up his spine.

Someone is watching me!

It was discovered!

How can it be?

This hiding place is so good that even Jonin have managed to escape!

patter

patter

The boy, who had originally intended to warn the villagers, lowered himself again, trembling and clutching his head in his hiding place.

The number of ninjas in the Land of Wind has not decreased; at least, the ninjas within my field of vision have not left.

Other villagers couldn't possibly know where I am, so who is the only one who could possibly find me?

Konoha's ninja!

There is only this possibility!

The ninjas of Konoha launched such a large-scale covert attack; they must have wanted to assassinate everyone silently.

And a child like myself, hiding in an empty place, is probably the easiest to deal with for them, right?

Without a single poke or a swipe to the mouth, he would die silently, forgotten by all.

The more the boy thought about it, the more frightened he became. Layers of terror and resentment surged within him. He hadn't yet gained enough power to take revenge, and was he going to die here silently?

He covered his mouth tightly, pleading with the heavens and praying to whoever it was, hoping that the Konoha ninja who had discovered him would ignore his existence.

However, things always seem to go in the worst possible way.

The boy saw that his only observation opening was covered by a shadow. A ninja walked to the front of his hiding place and stood there quietly without moving.

“Go…go…”

He kept praying in his heart, and at this point he had absolutely no intention of reminding the villagers anymore.

How to survive was the thing the boy was thinking about most at that moment.