Naruto: Starting from the Reincarnation of the Otsutsuki

However, Hinata Seiran simply looked at him quietly, her pure white eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

It was precisely this calm gaze that made Heiji himself start to lose his composure.

"never mind……"

He coughed, his tone becoming slightly more subdued.

"It's normal that you don't recognize me. After all, the last time we met, you were right behind Aburame Ryoma..."

"Sorry, I have face blindness."

Hinata Seiran dispersed her chakra, and her long hair fell smoothly down her shoulders again. "Mainly, your outfit is very similar to Hanzo-sama's."

"Hehehehe, after all, I am Lord Hanzo's right-hand man's right-hand man..."

As he spoke, Heiji suddenly pulled out a slightly damp talisman from his pocket and waved it in front of the other person.

"Back in the day, I managed to charm Jiraiya's Byakugan squad with just one cigarette-rolling technique..."

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and a hint of reminiscence even appeared in his eyes, as if Jiraiya, one of the Legendary Sannin, was just a minor character he could easily deal with.

Listen to this guy, dressed exactly like Hanzo the Salamander, boasting about his "cigarette-rolling skills" and endlessly bragging about his past achievements.

Hinata Seiran finally remembered who he was.

Hanzo the Salamander's left and right hands...

One of the failed attempts at resurrection by Yakushi Kabuto.

Heiji, seeking shelter from the rain...

"Young man, once you're on the battlefield, you must always be careful. Don't think that just because someone looks down on you, you can act recklessly..."

"....."

Thank you for your guidance.

Hinata Seiran smiled faintly, didn't continue the conversation, just nodded politely, and then turned and walked towards the direction where Aburame Ryoma was.

...

Heiji seeking shelter from the rain...

It even carries the scent of plants on its body...

As Hyuga Seiran took a step, he subtly pushed his Otsutsuki clan's sensory abilities to their limit.

In his perception, Heiji, the several close associates of Hanzo the Salamander around him, the ground beneath his feet, the damp mud all around, and even Heiji himself, were all faintly surrounded by a faint fluctuation of Logia-type chakra.

"I guess this is a White Zetsu..."

Hinata Seiran silently made a judgment in his heart.

The resonance of Otsutsuki chakra allowed him to sense the presence of White Zetsu to some extent.

In other words, Madara Uchiha's men had been keeping an eye on Hanzo all along.

But thinking about it carefully, this is actually quite normal.

Nagato was the vessel for the Rinnegan, and the importance of those eyes to the now elderly Madara Uchiha goes without saying.

Unfortunately, Nagato is currently in the Land of Rain, within the sphere of influence of Hanzo the Salamander.

How could Madara, who was eager to advance the Eye of the Moon Project, possibly allow this container to go wrong?

Rinnegan...

Although I really want to take those eyes for myself, Madara Uchiha is still alive.

Even though he appears to be an old man who relies on the Gedo Mazo for IV drips and can barely walk.

Hinata Seiran knew perfectly well that even Madara, who was like a candle flickering in the wind and only had one three-tomoe gem left, possessed immeasurable eye power.

The Hidden Mist Anbu, manipulated by Madara to hunt down Kakashi and Rin, is the best proof of this.

"Madara...Obito..."

Now is not the time to think about these things.

Hinata Seiran approached Aburame Ryoma, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards Hanzo the Salamander of the Amegakure forces.

How can we meet with Hanzo?

Ideally, he should reach the peak, and then fall from the peak...

Hinata Seiran pondered in his heart, his gaze flickering uncertainly through the rain.

"Lord Hanzo, it's time for us to depart."

Aburame Ryoma's gaze lingered on Hyuga Seiran for a moment before returning to the man shrouded in shadow and mist opposite him.

"Um..."

Hanzo the Salamander let out a low groan, the sound coming from behind his gas mask, carrying a hint of muffledness.

He stood on high ground and surveyed the crowd below.

Three Konoha ninja.

Aburame Ryoma, a brat from the Hyuga clan, and another ordinary Jonin whose name he couldn't even be bothered to remember.

Danzo...

A surge of resentment welled up in his chest.

He was Hanzo, who single-handedly led Amegakure to its glory.

Has it really come to the point where we have to join forces with a new organization that has emerged from Amegakure itself in order to fulfill the conditions set by Danzo?

What angered him even more was that Danzo refused to even show up in person.

They only sent a few subordinates to negotiate...

But in the end, he managed to suppress his anger.

In order for the village to be rebuilt from the ruins of war, and for the country to regain its vitality.

He, Hanzo the Salamander, endured it.

"Ryoma Aburame, tell Danzo that Amegakure has dispatched its troops as agreed..."

Hanzo of the Salamander strode to the front, followed by a large group of Amegakure ninjas, their black cloaks forming a continuous line, like dark clouds moving close to the ground.

"If Danzo doesn't follow the agreement we agreed on..."

His voice suddenly lowered, and the sickle in his hand immediately emitted a cold light.

"Then don't blame Amegakure for turning their backs on us."

Even so, Hanzo was more aware of the situation than anyone else.

As the Third Shinobi World War has progressed to this point, Konoha is practically fighting against four opponents.

The ninjas of the Land of Fire were simultaneously dealing with the four great nations of Wind, Earth, Lightning, and Water, while the Land of Rain, caught in the middle, was merely an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.

The real reason the war was brought here was the advance of the battle lines between the Land of Wind and the Land of Earth.

He had to repeatedly fight off the invaders on his own land.

Compared to those lunatics in Iwagakure who constantly blast the ground with Explosion Release and Earth Release techniques...

Konoha's attitude can be considered restrained, or even "mild".

If Iwagakure ultimately gains the upper hand in this war...

He was certainly confident that he could stop that stubborn old man, Onoki, but war is never just about the winners and losers among the top-level powerhouses.

Those who truly suffer are always the unarmed civilians of the Rain Kingdom.

Why should ordinary people who don't even know ninjutsu pay with their lives for the ambitions of a great power?

In contrast, Danzo, though detestable, did not take advantage of the situation. Instead, he sat down at the negotiating table and negotiated terms with Danzo one by one, even offering to fund the reconstruction of Amegakure.

Hanzo didn't know Danzo's true purpose, nor did he care.

These things are not a problem as long as they can make Amegakure a better place.

"That's natural..."

Ryoma Aburame gave a faint reply, turned his head, and glanced at Seiran Hyuga.

Hinata Seiran immediately understood, nodded slightly, and silently disappeared into the rain.

When he returned, the ninjas of Amegakure were already fully prepared and had set off, a long black dragon winding its way into the distance along the muddy road.

Hinata Seiran followed closely behind Aburame Ryoma, his steps almost perfectly synchronized with his.

Ryoma Aburame glanced at him sideways, said nothing, and silently followed the main force of Amegakure towards the distant Iwagakure battlefield.

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