Naruto: I'm really not an evil scientist!

In films and television series about Konoha, people have gradually accepted this shift in terms of the quality of the fight scenes.

It must be said that Konoha is truly an opponent that knows how to flexibly adjust its strategies and respond to changes in a timely manner.

Nagato thought to herself, and seeing that the child was clearly very happy that Nagato had been able to watch so many movies with him.

After watching the movie, the child couldn't contain his joy; the happiness of success was almost overflowing.

The child excitedly asked, "Do you also like watching Jiraiya-sensei's movies?"

"It's really, really good-looking, right?"

"But they all say that Konoha is full of bad people. How could someone as upright as Jiraiya be a bad person?"

"When I grow up, I want to become a chivalrous hero like Jiraiya-sensei, helping the weak and punishing the strong!"

Children act as if they admire heroes, and Jiraiya, having been persuaded by Hiruko to make several hero movies, naturally became a hero in the eyes of children.

After sending the child back to his room, Nagato returned to his guest room, intending to look at the Fujiwara family's books again.

At this moment, the middle-aged servant came over again. After talking with him for a while, Nagato realized that the middle-aged servant wanted him to leave early the next day.

It wasn't that they truly disliked Nagato, the wandering swordsman; rather, two powerful figures were pressuring the Fujiwara clan to take a stand and follow one of them.

These two powerful figures have been fighting on and off for years, with no clear winner, but they have suffered countless casualties.

If the Fujiwara family were to follow them, they would only become cannon fodder.

"The Land of Fields is in such a mess right now. You should leave quickly, or you'll become cannon fodder," the middle-aged servant said.

Nagato suddenly realized and asked, "I see. But what would you do if they forced you to do it?"

The middle-aged servant sighed helplessly and said, "I'm caught in a dilemma."

"The two families weren't this powerful before, but in recent years they've been constantly forcing smaller powerful clans to fight, and then taking the opportunity to annex them."

Fortunately, the master and mistress had previously invested in a factory in the Land of Fire and made a lot of money. Now, it seems they can't keep this family business.

After thinking it over, I'll take the young master to the Land of Fire in the next couple of days.

Although we have to leave our hometown, our ancestors would probably understand if we lost our ancestral property.

The so-called chaotic times are nothing more than hell for the weak.

Ironically, the Land of Fire, one of the sources of the chaos, is now adopting a compassionate stance, generously offering to take in these people who have become homeless due to the war.

Nagato stood to the side, listening to these absurd words, his lips twitching slightly, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Filled with resentment and helplessness, he let out a silent sigh and could only remain silent.

The next morning, while it was still dark, the young master of the Fujiwara family was still fast asleep in his warm bed.

Nagato had packed his bags and bid farewell to the Fujiwara family before leaving.

Nagato walked ahead, but for some reason, he felt uneasy, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart, foreshadowing something terrible about to happen.

The last time he had this premonition was when Konan was kidnapped, and he and Payne had to risk their lives to rescue her.

Thinking of this, Nagato, who had already walked quite a distance, suddenly stopped, frowned, then quickly turned around and ran wildly towards the Fujiwara residence.

By this time, the Fujiwara residence had been engulfed in flames, the towering firelight turning the sky crimson.

A light drizzle was falling from the sky, but it couldn't extinguish the countless flames raging on the ground.

Countless masked bandits moved through the mansion like ghosts, wielding sharp blades and wantonly burning, killing, looting, raping, and plundering.

Wherever it passed, flames raged wildly, seemingly threatening to devour everything. Screams, cries, and pleas for mercy mingled together, creating a scene resembling a living hell.

"Save the child, save the young master! He's in the solitary confinement cell below the temple, please!" The middle-aged servant, who had been chatting happily with Nagato just yesterday, now had a thick beam pierce through his lungs.

Blood gushed out, staining the ground beneath him red.

He only managed to stay upright thanks to sheer willpower, his eyes filled with anxiety.

Nagato looked at her servant, who was on his deathbed, and nodded solemnly.

Then, the servant could no longer hold on, his eyes widened, and he died instantly.

He was already seriously injured, and if it weren't for his determination to protect the young master, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on for long.

Nagato rushed into the sea of ​​fire. The scorching flames licked his skin, and the thick smoke made it hard for him to breathe, but he didn't care about any of that. He only wanted to save the young master.

Soon, he found the young master of the Fujiwara family trapped in the basement.

Before the young master stood dozens of vicious bandits, wielding steel knives and grinning menacingly. Without a doubt, these men were not there for money, but to eliminate the last bloodline of the Fujiwara family.

In the chaos, the child spotted Nagato and cried out, "Mr. Nagato, help!"

The cries were heart-wrenching, utterly devastating.

Chapter 157 Throat Play!

It's extremely heartbreaking.

At this moment, chaos reigned outside. Under Nagato's control, the surrounding plants and trees seemed to come alive, quickly enveloping the child and carrying him to safety.

Nagato then faced the remaining bandits alone, his eyes revealing endless indifference.

"Hmph, he thinks he can take us down by himself?"

"Young man, you really don't know your own limitations!"

"Boss, I'll drive him away!" someone among the bandits shouted, his arrogant demeanor suggesting that Nagato was already trapped.

The bandit leader subtly moved a few steps back, his eyes fixed on Nagato.

Based on his years of experience escaping death, he knew that the guy in front of him was definitely a powerful ninja and he should not underestimate him.

He cursed his bad luck inwardly, but said aloud, "Be careful!"

"Boss, look at this kid, so fair-skinned and delicate, could I...?"

A lewd-looking bandit approached the bandit leader, rubbing his hands together, his eyes gleaming with lust, and said in a low voice.

"Shut up!" The bandit leader turned around abruptly, hissing angrily, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.

He looked around; all around was deathly silent, with only the occasional chirping of insects adding to the eeriness.

"What time is it now? Who has time to think about this! Get yourselves together!" he roared, trying to hide his unease.

Don't think they can shout and rave here without being taken seriously.

Not far away, Nagato was slowly strolling over, his steps neither hurried nor slow, each step seemingly treading on the hearts of the bandits.

He didn't approach, but the bandits seemed to be frozen in place by an invisible pressure, their bodies stiff and unable to move.

The bandit leader tried with all his might to move an inch, but found that his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

With a gentle wave of his hand, Nagato conjured a thick, black wooden stick out of thin air, striking the bandits' minds one after another like lightning.

The bandits didn't even have time to scream before they collapsed to the ground.

Soon, the entire gang of bandits lay dead in pools of blood, staining the surrounding land crimson.

The eldest son of the Fujiwara family was originally doomed, but he was spared because he saved a wandering swordsman.

In the days that followed, several major powers in the Land of Fields, which had been established for many years, suddenly suffered a terrible calamity.

More than three thousand people were killed without any power to resist the mysterious ninja's blade.

The mysterious ninja used nothing more than ordinary ninjutsu, but the power of this ninjutsu was truly astonishing, with every move carrying deadly destructive force.

The great powers were immediately in an uproar, speculating about the origins and purpose of this mysterious ninja.

In a dimly lit laboratory, Hiruko sat alone, with various experimental equipment and notebooks in front of him.

His brow was furrowed as he pondered the wondrous thing called the soul.

The existence of the soul in the previous life cannot be proven at all; it is like a vague and ethereal dream.

Although there is the famous 21-gram theory of the soul, this claim has not been widely accepted, and in the eyes of most people, it is nothing more than an absurd conjecture.

Hiruko sat at home, picked up a pen, and recorded his thoughts in Chinese characters.

He was used to recording important things in Chinese characters, since for people in the Naruto world, Chinese characters were like an absolute codebook that no one else could decipher.

The 21-gram theory was once very popular in the past, and Beiruhu was naturally aware of it, but this theory has never been scientifically proven.

People believed that the 21 grams were just exhaled gas or other substances.

However, Hiruko believed that souls exist, and that their existence can be observed in the ninja world. However, souls do not reincarnate; they simply exist in the Pure Land.

If this discovery had been made public in the previous life, it would have shocked the world and triggered a series of chain reactions.

Who doesn't have regrets?

Who wouldn't want to see their deceased loved ones again?

What would happen if death were not the end of life, but the beginning of another journey?

Hiruko shook his head. He decided to leave such questions to philosophers and focus on other issues.

Which parts of the body can the soul control?

In turn, how does the body affect the soul?

After thinking for a while, Hiruko thought of his friend Orochimaru.

After changing bodies countless times, Orochimaru did indeed undergo many changes.

His personality and behavior are completely different from before.

Hiruko was unsure whether these changes were Orochimaru's own initiative or something that happened to him, and he was filled with curiosity about it.

Thinking about it this way, could Orochimaru's extreme personality after defecting from Konoha be a result of his soul being influenced by his body?

However, such research can probably only be conducted by him alone, since in the eyes of others, it is nothing more than a crazy idea.

The Land of Fields, once a peaceful place, has now become the focus of attention for various forces due to a major upheaval.

The five great nations, those who hold a pivotal position in the ninja world, had long been keenly aware of the enormous interests hidden behind the changing situation in the Land of Rice Fields.

After intense discussions and deliberations, they finally reached a consensus on the future distribution of benefits.

All parties decided to abandon their previous independent actions and work together to address the new situation in the Land of Fields.

The five parties will collaborate in all aspects of production, construction, and sales, based on the established measures and proportions.