My Villainous Life Starting with Naruto

Chapter 222 A World Unbridled

The roar of the Three-Tails gradually weakened.

Such a massive chakra aggregate could not possibly be a match for Hiruzen Sarutobi and Orochimaru.

Even though the Tailed Beasts' rampage has begun to subside, Konoha Village remains on edge.

[How to deal with the Three-Tails] is a very tricky matter, and [diplomatic relations with the Land of Water] is an even more troublesome landmine.

But now, Konoha's most pressing crisis is—

The search team still can't find Obito Uchiha!

The aftermath of the massive decline of the Hyuga clan is becoming apparent four years later.

Konoha's search capabilities have been greatly reduced, and its control over its internal environment is no longer as solid as an iron barrel. Moreover, Zetsu is a master of concealment and hiding. As a result, Konoha has found nothing in a short period of time.

The sun sets, and the waning moon rises.

In the darkness, Konoha was brightly lit, and ninja squads were spread throughout the village like spider webs, infiltrating every hidden corner and constantly searching for Obito's whereabouts.

……

"Damn Konoha ninjas..."

Somewhere, Zetsu, carrying Obito with his eyes closed, hid in the shadows of an alley, only emerging after the search party had passed.

Obito Uchiha's condition has improved a lot. Zetsu transplanted a large number of Hashirama cells into Obito's body. Even though he is still unable to move, at least he won't die for the time being.

However, if Obito is to regain his fighting ability, a series of major surgeries are necessary. Moreover, in addition to physical recovery, what to use to fill Obito's empty eye sockets is an even more difficult problem.

"I don't want to think about it anymore. Let's leave Konoha first. Obito, can he still hold on?"

After waiting for a long time, they finally heard Obito Uchiha's faint, mosquito-like humming.

This weak response, barely perceptible to the naked ear, was mixed with an unquenchable hatred.

Obito once again plunged into the boundless darkness. If he could overcome this hurdle tonight, his chakra would undergo a qualitative change... provided he could actually live to see tomorrow.

After hiding and walking for another ten minutes, Jue suddenly stopped and crouched down in the corner of the wall:

"No, we can't get out at all. There are too many Konoha ninjas." Zetsu clenched his fists and said fiercely.

"It seems our only option is to fight our way out."

"Wait..." Just then, Obito suddenly spoke up. He seemed to have gathered some strength, suppressing the pain, and slowly said:

"I can't hear the Three-Tails' roar anymore, what happened?"

"I don't know, maybe Hiruzen Sarutobi and the others took care of the Three-Tails."

"That means they could appear at any moment... Give up, Jue, you can't get through."

"What should we do then? Give up?"

"No, not giving up, but risking everything for one last adventure!" Obito gritted his teeth and said.

"I can't see anything, where am I?"

"The street sign says Nansu Sixth Street."

"Okay, great. Head north along this street, turn west at the first intersection, and keep going... Hopefully the village's road layout hasn't changed. When you see a dark green house, go inside."

"Huh? Isn't that the core location of Konoha?"

"It's darkest under the lamp; the search teams over there can't be as dense as those on the outskirts... Go, Jue, that's our only hope of survival."

There was absolutely no other way but to obey. He carried Obito on his back and followed the instructions to walk deeper into Konoha Village.

Before long, he arrived in front of the dark green house.

With a creak, Zetsu opened the window and jumped in, laying Obito flat on the sofa. After making sure no one was around, he treated Obito's lacerated wounds. A few minutes later, Zetsu finally had time to carefully observe the house.

"Such a strong smell of alcohol..." Jue frowned.

"Where is this?"

"Look at what's on the wall," Obito said calmly, his eyes vacant.

"I've only been here a few times, but knowing that person's temperament, the photo definitely won't be taken down; it'll probably still be hanging in the living room."

"Hmm...hmm? This is...a young Hiruzen Sarutobi and the three legendary Sannin in their childhood?"

"Yes, this is it..."

As the two were talking, the door suddenly opened from the outside.

A drunken middle-aged man, sitting in a wheelchair, entered the living room with a ruddy complexion.

This is Jiraiya's house.

The moment the door was closed again, Jiraiya sensed something was wrong—even after five years of having lost his leg, the ninja instincts were still deeply ingrained in his body, and alcohol could not completely erase his sharpness.

Without the slightest hesitation, an explosive tag appeared in Jiraiya's hand. His thinking was simple: as long as this thing was detonated, a large number of ninjas would come to investigate, and Zetsu and Obito would have nowhere to escape!

As for myself...

So be it. For a crippled ninja, perhaps dying for the village is the best end.

"Lord Jiraiya..." Obito Uchiha suddenly spoke:

"Zetsu, don't move. I want to say a few words to Lord Jiraiya."

"What are you saying? Obito, can't you see? He's holding an explosive tag in his hand!"

"Shut up." Obito's tone was very soft.

"Listen to me."

Jue pounded his head, but still stood there helplessly.

"Lord Jiraiya, it's been many years. I'm sorry, I can't see what you look like now."

"Obito, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing, I just came to see you, who are in the same boat... After all, we are both people abandoned by Konoha."

"What utter nonsense." Jiraiya shook his head and scoffed.

"Konoha has never abandoned you. You betrayed your own ninja way. Besides, we have never been on the same path."

"Wrong, Jiraiya-sama, we're all the same." Obito's calm voice echoed in the room:

"The village despises me, but it has abandoned you too."

"Jiraiya, one of the legendary Sannin, who made great contributions to the village in both World War II and World War III, can now only sit in a wheelchair, drunk in the turbulent night."

"That year at Kannabi Bridge, the right half of my body was crushed, but thanks to the transplant of the First Hokage's cells, I was still able to live a lively life, which did not affect my ability to become a ninja at all. Even now, with a little treatment, I can save my life."

"Konoha Village has the original cells and the corresponding technology, but they chose not to use them on you."

"To embrace decaying morality rather than accept a hero who saves the village—isn't that abandonment?"

Jiraiya gripped the explosive tags even tighter, remembering the promise Orochimaru had been forced to make by his teacher in the Hokage's office a few days earlier.

Neither the teacher nor Orochimaru chose to break the rules to help him.

"What you said... is completely wrong." The white-haired middle-aged man came to his senses and looked coldly at Obito:

"As a Konoha ninja, it is my duty to protect the remains of our fallen heroes. I will not use Lord Hashirama's cells, and the village will not condone such a thing."

Obito, expressionless, stared blankly at Jiraiya from afar.

"What a noble ninja code of conduct... But Lord Jiraiya, why was Orochimaru able to return to Konoha?"

"What a joke! What does this have to do with Orochimaru? That's Hyuga Yuto's laboratory."

"Lord Jiraiya, you've actually brought up an officially released lie, which only proves that you've wavered... We all know very well that Orochimaru stole the First Hokage's body, yet even so, he was able to return to Konoha and become the undisputed next leader!"

In the room filled with the smell of alcohol, Obito's speech quickened:

"Look, Jiraiya-sama, the village abandoned you while accepting Orochimaru."

"He conducted so many human experiments and committed countless murders, but who remembers?"

"Back then, we joined forces to invade Amegakure and kill Nagato. Regardless of my own plans, Jiraiya truly acted for the future of the ninja world. But who remembers your kindness now?"

"The Amegakure delegation just left today. Doesn't Hiruzen Sarutobi know that Akatsuki has a deep-seated grudge against you? Yet he still let Konan in, completely disregarding your feelings."

"Why has your name never appeared in discussions about the Fifth Hokage? Oh... you've lost both your legs and can't fight, making you practically useless to a ninja."

"So, Jiraiya-sama, you haven't noticed yet?"

"Everything you cherished—the village, Hiruzen Sarutobi, Orochimaru—has abandoned you one after another."

"Hahaha... At least there's still Tsunade." Jiraiya laughed heartily, turned his wheelchair around, and was about to open the door and leave. He was clinging to this last fig leaf, his movements hurried, as if he were fleeing.

However, Obito's empty eye sockets seemed to sense something, staring intently at Jiraiya's back, and unleashed a fatal blow:

"Lord Jiraiya, hasn't anyone mentioned this to you? The reason Tsunade was able to break my spine is because she has the [Murakumo no Ame] in her arm, tsk tsk..."

"Even though Hyuga Yuto slaughtered his clan and completely broke with Konoha, Konoha still shamelessly borrowed his power, but the only thing they refused to do was heal your leg."

"Huh? Jiraiya-sama, I suddenly remembered that the transfer seal requires physical contact. I was wondering, could Hyuga Yuto have come with Amegakure? Where does he live? Is it still the Senju clan's territory?"

The white-haired man's hand, which had touched the doorknob, suddenly stopped.

(End of this chapter)