Naruto: Traveling Through Time Starting with Seizing the Dragon Vein

Yellow sand filled the sky, and the cold moon hung high in the sky.

The border between the Land of Fire and the Land of Fields.

A Konoha Jonin wearing a black raincoat was walking alone in the muddy forest.

His headband gleamed from the rain, but his eyes were like a stagnant pool.

Suddenly, the shadow beneath his feet twisted violently!

"Secret Technique: Mind Transfer Technique!"

Caught completely off guard, the Konoha Jonin codenamed "Gray Feather" suddenly stiffened, his eyes instantly losing focus.

Beside him, an elite scout from a mountain clan of the Undead Leaf Village slowly appeared.

"Lady Tsunade, I have successfully captured a high-ranking enemy Jonin. I am currently performing deep memory reading..."

The scout in the mountains placed his hand on "Greyfeather's" head and closed his eyes.

However, just a few seconds later, the scout's face began to contort into a ferocious expression!

Anger quickly took hold of his mind.

Through the mental sharing of the [Chakra Network], Nara Shikaku, the young Tsunade, and Kato Dan simultaneously received the memory images in the mind of this Konoha Jonin within the temporary base.

In the scene, the person in the perspective is walking on the south gate street of Konoha.

But this is not the bustling hometown that Tsunade and the others remember.

The doors of the shops on both sides of the street were tightly shut. Behind a few windows, the curtains moved slightly, revealing fearful eyes.

The elderly people who used to bask in the sun under the eaves are gone, as are the children who used to chase and play.

Konoha is quiet now, as quiet as a giant tomb.

The only sound that could be heard was the screams coming from the training grounds at the base in the distance.

suddenly.

"That...that's the old man's statue?"

During the memory sharing, the young Tsunade let out an incredulous cry.

The screen then tilted up, looking at the Hokage Rock, which symbolizes the spirit of Konoha.

There are three engravings on the statue of the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi.

That was the word "weak" personally annotated by Lord Danzo.

The most striking and complete figure now is the newly carved fifth person, Danzo Shimura!

His chin was slightly raised, revealing a sense of disdain for the world.

The scenes of memory continued to unfold in the cold, rainy sky, until they arrived in the Land of Fields.

The viewer walks through the forest and sees a "root" symbol on a tree, used to mark a "thought monitoring area".

He instinctively slowed down, responded to the mark with a textbook gesture, and then revealed the caged bird on his forehead to prove that he was a "verified and reliable unit."

Since Danzo declared that "everyone should revere the Will of Fire," the ninja world has undergone a great purge.

In the ruins lay a corpse, which was his target for this trip.

The fatal wound was a puncture at the back of the neck, a clean and precise "root" technique.

A kunai was stuck in the soil next to the corpse.

On the strip of cloth wrapped around the handle, a few words were written in faded ink, half of them soaked with blood:

"We just thought about it..."

What did she think about? The life of an ordinary person? Gray Feather didn't delve into it.

In his memory, he simply followed the "Fieldwork Regulations," expressionlessly taking out the body-dissolving liquid and dripping it onto the corpse.

He watched as the half-shredded cloth, along with the corpse, hissed and turned into a pool of foul-smelling yellow liquid. Then he began to clean up the surrounding environment.

This was his job: to clean up the bodies and disrupt the scene to avoid causing panic among onlookers.

After dealing with the traces of the nameless man, Grayfeather's team continued north; he still had several corpses to dispose of.

However, as the camera, following Haiba's perspective, finally parted the dark bushes of the Rice Field Country and locked onto the "corpse"...

An elderly wandering ninja, with three children whose eyes were empty, knelt in the mud and kowtowed desperately.

"Sir, we did not cross the border, we were just... just passing through."

The inside of the old man's thumb and forefinger had calluses from years of holding a pen.

Before the era when "education was the foundation of the village," he might have been a respected teacher, but now, he is just a "corpse."

A corpse that he needed to remove.

The owner of the perspective (Gray Feather) trembled slightly as he placed his hand on the ninja tool bag.

Danzo's orders were very clear: the mission had to be completed.

But there wasn't a corpse on the other side...

It's not a corpse...

But at that moment, the words of the Third Hokage echoed in Haiba's mind:

"The meaning of a ninja lies in protection, not elimination. The village is a tree; the roots, trunk, and leaves are all part of it..."

But in Danzo's world, dreams are weak.

Only the "roots" are real, silently and greedily spreading underground in the unseen.

I hesitated for a long time.

Finally, Gray Feather released his grip and said coldly in a businesslike voice:

"Register your name, original village, skills, and then report to the third receiving station in the north."

The old man kowtowed desperately, but Gray Feather knew that there was no "third receiving station" in the north; there was only a wasteland there.

But the wasteland was uninhabited and devoid of roots.

This was the only way he could think of to give the other person a chance to survive.

In this world, as long as there are people, there must be roots; it's just that we don't know what role the roots play.

The rain got heavier and heavier on the way back.

Gray Feather's boots stepped into a puddle, splashing mud onto his leg guards, but he didn't lower his head.

On the inside of his chest was the strip of cloth that had been secretly hidden from the corpse.

The faded strip of cloth clung to his chest, damp from his body heat.

He is to submit a quarterly summary of his thoughts and feelings tonight, written in a specific honorific, and conclude with a eulogy to Danzo's "Will of Fire".

In this world, if you look down, you can only see the mud beneath your feet.

Ahead, there was only a gray sky and black "root" flags fluttering on the rooftops, stretching to the horizon where no end could be seen.

Only those few unfinished words are etched in the heart of this survivor:

"We just thought about it..."

What I thought about is no longer important.

This world doesn't need us to think about anything.

The only important thing is to survive, to keep moving forward in this world where "roots" hold us tightly, carrying a little bit of unknown warmth.

……

The memory-sharing link was abruptly severed.

A deathly silence fell over the temporary base.

"boom!!!"

The young Tsunade slammed her fist into the rock wall beside her, her monstrous strength creating countless cracks in the mountain!

"Danzo...Shimura Danzo!!!"

Even though she knew it was a parallel world, she still couldn't help but feel angry.

"He actually turned the village my grandfather built... the Konoha we fought so hard to protect, into this cannibalistic hell!!!"

Kato Dan tightly embraced Tsunade, who was trembling all over, his face equally ashen.

They came from a wasteland era destroyed by Madara Uchiha, and they had witnessed the destruction of the world, but that destruction was direct.

What this "military Konoha" reveals is a distortion that completely crushes and castrates humanity, hope, and thought!

"Calm down, Tsunade."

Nara Shikaku stood in the shadows, pondering the information he had just received.

"The actions of that Jonin named 'Gray Feather' have already given us some information."

"Under high pressure, there are always undercurrents. In this world, not everyone is wholeheartedly loyal to Danzo. Beneath those numb skins, there are people like Haiba, who still cherish the last bit of 'warmth'."

"A month is enough."

Chapter 302 Did you see that? This is the Konoha I, Danzo, command.

at the same time.

Deep beneath Konoha Village lies a magnificent underground palace that once belonged only to "Root," but has now been expanded into the highest power center of the entire ninja world.

"Pat, pat."

Danzo Shimura, leaning on his cane, walked slowly to the center of the main hall.

Directly in front of him stood three enormous wooden coffins covered with intricate runes.

"It's that time of year again for the 'report'."

Danzo stopped and formed a hand seal with one hand.

"Impure World Reincarnation!"