Why are all of us who transmigrated at the same time demons?

Then, Suzaku switched the communication to another channel, and she said with some excitement.

"Seiryu, I've already put tracking marks on Jiraiya and the others. But if you hadn't told me beforehand, I would have been very surprised when I saw that person who looks almost exactly like the boss and has the same eyes."

"What are their origins? And why are they hanging out with Jiraiya of Konoha? Are they artificial humans created by Konoha using their leader's genes?"

Qinglong's deep voice came through the communicator.

"It's not Konoha's achievement, but invaders from another world. The reason they're with Jiraiya is because they have a connection with him."

"I can't explain it in detail, and you don't need to know. All you need to do is find out their intelligence and then wipe them out in one fell swoop."

Zhuque rolled her eyes playfully.

"Yes, yes, don't worry. With me, Zhuque, on the job, is there any villain I can't capture?"

Upon hearing this, Qinglong snorted coldly.

"If you could tone down your playful nature, I would be quite at ease with you."

"You're too playful. His Highness has criticized you many times, but how much have you changed? You've even corrupted Santai. Santai's 'Concealment' was originally meant for an assassin who would lie in wait and strike the enemy in the dark, but after you've influenced her for a while, she's become a cat who likes to play with its prey."

"How many times has Baihu complained to me? Don't you know that?"

Zhuque listened to Qinglong's reprimand without uttering a sound.

Finally, Qinglong left behind a single sentence.

"I'll go put pressure on the Konoha delegation and see if I can force them to reveal anything. You keep an eye on the Sound Village; they're being too quiet. I suspect something's up."

Chapter 123 Naruto: Visitor from another world

In an abandoned underground pipe in Amegakure, Jiraiya looked at the emaciated Nagato and sighed inwardly, "How did such a good child become like this?"

"Jiraiya-sensei, Konan and Tendo have probably already told you some basic information. I'd like to hear your thoughts before deciding whether we should continue this conversation."

Nagato, with his disabled legs, sat upright on the wooden cart, his tone indifferent and ruthless, completely different from the gentle red-haired child Jiraiya remembered.

Upon hearing Nagato's question, Jiraiya, who had already prepared his answer in his mind, replied.

"What you're saying is too bizarre. What evidence do you have to prove it?"

"Of course I believe you, but if it's really as you say, this is a major issue that requires the entire ninja world to unite and deal with. You need to have sufficient evidence to convince those suspicious Kage."

Nagato slightly closed his eyes, a hint of mockery in them.

"What a suspicious great nation!"

Before Jiraiya could explain further, Nagato immediately changed the subject.

"I had already guessed it. After all, those high and mighty superpowers wouldn't listen to the rhetoric of 'we come from a parallel world, and our world is about to be destroyed because of one of your beings.'"

"But what if we're not the only lobbyists? Can those powerful nations trust the words of their 'own people'?"

Nagato's gaze was deep and unfathomable.

"After all, it's not just my world that's about to be destroyed."

Meanwhile, in Kumogakure, the Fourth Raikage was working out his muscles while processing documents.

Just as he was about to take a break and took the towel from his secretary, he sensed danger.

His honed fighting spirit allowed him to instantly enter Lightning Release Chakra Mode, making him the fastest ninja in the world after the Fourth Hokage's death.

"Hmph, you wretched assassin, don't think you can outrun me just because you attacked first. Watch how I twist your head off."

The moment the Fourth Raikage had that thought, a giant fist crackling with black lightning was already in front of him.

"Impossible! He's even faster than me!" The Fourth Raikage exclaimed in shock.

The black lightning easily pierced through the Fourth Raikage's Lightning Release armor, and the caster's peak ninjutsu control ensured that the black lightning merely neutralized the Fourth Raikage's lightning release defense without harming his physical body in the slightest.

However, the fist enveloped in black lightning landed squarely on the Fourth Hokage's face.

The Fourth Raikage's massive body was sent flying, smashing through a bunch of gym equipment.

Mabui was terrified. The Fourth Raikage had been assassinated, and she had to call for backup immediately.

"Wait, Mabui." The Fourth Raikage got up from the ground, his face only slightly bruised. He knew very well that if the newcomer was indeed that person, the other party had already been holding back.

"Although I really want to deny your authenticity, after all, in my memory, you have long since passed away, dying on the battlefield against the Iwa ninja, dying like a hero."

"But whether it's that familiar chakra, that familiar black lightning, or that familiar fist, everything tells me that you are him."

Looking at the tall figure standing next to the Raikage's desk, the Fourth Raikage's face was full of complex emotions.

"Dad, you're still alive?"

The newcomer, who bore a striking resemblance to the Fourth Raikage but possessed a more robust physique—the Third Raikage—finally smiled.

"Although he is the son of 'me' in this world, he is still so outstanding. He's just a bit slow and a bit weak."

"Eek... Is it really the Third Generation?" Mabui exclaimed in surprise.

"Dad, how did you survive?"

What exactly does "this world" mean?

"Also, the way you used black lightning, if I'm not mistaken, you wrapped it up like a lightning armor, right? How did you do that?"

The Fourth Raikage's questions came like a machine gun.

"Alright, A, you're still so impatient," the Third Raikage interrupted his question. "Call Hibiki, Yugito, and Tsuchida over here first. I have something important to tell you. It concerns the survival of the Cloud Village, and even the survival of the world."

.............

At this time, in Sunagakure.

"Rasa, you're so lame! In this world, you actually got your head chopped off in a village." Wearing a Kazekage hat, the tall female ninja with an incredibly beautiful back sat on the Kazekage's throne.

Rasa, who should have died long ago, stood beside Yekura like a guard, his face dark and silent.

Having abandoned his teasing of his uninteresting subordinates, the Fourth Kazekage of another world, Scorching Release: Yotsuki, begins to take things seriously.

The Sand Villagers of this world are in a much worse state than those of her world; they can't even keep their title as one of the Five Great Ninja Villages.

And what about this version of myself in this world? My death was inexplicable, the relevant files in the village are completely vague, and even the existing high-ranking members of the Sand Village are completely unaware of this matter.

Having sat in the Kazekage's seat for a long time and been accustomed to scheming, Ye Cang immediately sensed a conspiracy. It seemed there were many tricks involved in "his" death.

But it doesn't matter anymore. I'm not here to find out the truth for "myself" in this world. What's important is to unite the Sand Village ninja in this world and save my own world from destruction.

"The situation in Sunagakure is terrible. They can't even muster a single Kage-level ninja. All their ninja resources are barely enough for domestic defense, and the One-Tailed Beast has been stolen." Yekura reviewed the report, looking quite troubled. "With this much strength, how can they possibly resist that overwhelming force?"

"Why not vigorously promote my puppet army? At least we can use puppets to make up for the lack of ninjas. What do you think?" A gentle and calm male voice rang in Ye Cang's ear.

"Okay," Yecang decided.

However, as if remembering something, Yecang suddenly narrowed her eyes and tossed a file to the ninja who had previously given her advice.

"Honey, you're actually dead in this world?"

The handsome young man with dark cherry-blossom hair and wearing a brown Sand Ninja vest looked helplessly at the document, which clearly stated:

"Sasori of the Red Sand, a member of the Third Shadow Guard, disappeared along with the Third Hokage and is presumed dead."

Sasori of the Red Sand from another world looked at another version of himself in the photo section of the document. The face was very similar, but the eyes were completely different.

The cruelty and indifference in his eyes in the photo might not be apparent to others, but he, as a fellow Sasori of the Red Sand, certainly could see it.

Moreover, in this world, he himself had actually practiced the forbidden "Human Puppet Technique." Sasori of the Red Sand flipped through his own file, where the words "Human Puppet" were prominently displayed in the ninjutsu section.

“He’s nothing like you.” Yekura looked at Sasori of the Red Sand, who had grown up with her and eventually became her husband, with tender and affectionate eyes.

"Perhaps it's because I lost my parents at a young age in this world, and I didn't meet you when I was young? But I was able to grow up with my parents and relatives." Sasori of the Red Sand said with a hint of regret.

.........

In Iwagakure, the Third Tsuchikage, Onoki, stared wide-eyed at the yellow earth that had just used Dust Release.

Meanwhile, Huang Tu from this world stared wide-eyed at his counterpart from another world using Dust Release.

Ōnoki suddenly flew into a rage, and he flew up and slammed his fist into the head of the earthen mound.

"You idiot, you could learn Dust Release in the other world, but why can't you learn it in this world? I taught you Dust Release by hand when you were a child, and now you have a daughter and you still can't even get the basics down."

"If you could learn Dust Release, I would have retired long ago and handed over the position of Tsuchikage to you. Why would I have to work so hard for a bunch of idiots at my age? It's infuriating."

The loess from another world kept his eyes down, not daring to move, but thought to himself, "It seems that no matter which world my father is in, he has such a bad temper."

After Onoki finished scolding his foolish son, Huang Tu from the other world finally spoke up: "Grandpa, what do you think of the Allied Shinobi Forces I mentioned earlier?"

"Why not form a group?" Onoki's eyes gleamed with cunning.

"Regardless of whether the culprit you mentioned who destroyed multiple worlds exists, as long as you people from other worlds unite together, then I, the Iwa ninja, must join in as well."

"You need to learn to fit in, Huang Tu, don't you think?"

Onoki looked at his stupid son, who had been slapped all over the head, with a deep expression. "You can understand my wisdom, right?"

"Yes, yes, Dad is right." Huang Tu nodded quickly.

Onoki looked at his son, who had a foolish expression, and then at his son from another world. His gaze was deep and intelligent, clearly understanding his meaning. Moreover, the other party could use Dust Release! He could use Dust Release! He could use Dust Release! I'll say it three times because it's important.

They're both from the same loess soil, and they were both born from the same source, so why is there such a big difference?

Did my counterpart in another world choose an auspicious day when planting seeds?

.......

Within Kirigakure, thanks to Loran's contributions, the Fourth Mizukage of this world was not controlled by Obito for too long, thus preventing irreparable damage to Kirigakure. Therefore, the Fourth Mizukage remained in power.

However, the experience of being controlled in those years always bothered him. He was always worried that if he were controlled again, what would happen to the Mist Ninja?

After much deliberation, he decided that he should train several candidates for Mizukage so that if he encountered any problems, he could find someone to succeed him in time, thus minimizing the losses for Kirigakure.

He looked at the incredibly delicate "woman" opposite him with a complicated expression—no, the person opposite him said he was a man.

"The Snow Clan has produced another Mizukage; this is truly remarkable."

"Yes, the Fourth Hokage, Shiro of the Snow Clan, and Ten became the Fifth Mizukage. These two are my bodyguards, Momochi Zabuza and Hozuki Mangetsu."

.......

In Konoha Village, Hiruzen Sarutobi felt an even more complicated mix of emotions, like he'd been cursed.

The young man opposite him looked remarkably like Danzo in his youth, with short, stiff, black hair, but his skin was unusually pale, and he had a pair of Mangekyou Sharingan in his eye sockets.

"You said your name is Shimura Asuka? The son of Shimura Danzo?"

The young man smiled and nodded.

"You still claim to be the Fifth Hokage from another world?"

The young man smiled and continued nodding.

Hiruzen Sarutobi shakily raised his withered right hand, pointed to his eyes, and then to his skin.

"Then can you explain to me how you, as a member of the Shimura clan and the Hokage, simultaneously possess the Sharingan of the Uchiha clan and the cells of the First Hokage?"

Shimura Asuka said with a smile.

"The Sharingan were all donated voluntarily by the Uchiha people for the sake of the village. As for the First Hokage's cells, it was just that I happened to discover that the Sharingan could achieve a wonderful balance with the First Hokage's cells, which allowed me to pass the First Hokage's cell transplant surgery."

"The Uchiha clan voluntarily donated their Sharingan?" Hiruzen Sarutobi seemed to have heard something unbelievable. Were all the Uchiha clan members in the other world idiots like Obito Uchiha?

Shimura Asuka maintained his somewhat unsettling smile.

"Alas, they are all good men with the Will of Fire. In order to protect Konoha, they did not hesitate to sacrifice themselves so that I, the Fifth Hokage, could regain the power of the First Hokage."

Upon hearing Shimura Asuka's words, Hiruzen Sarutobi was now certain that it wasn't that the Uchiha clans in the other world were all idiots, but rather that the Fifth Hokage, Shimura Asuka, had done something bloody and dark.

It's hard to say whether the Uchiha clan on the other side are even there, after all, Danzo's son became Hokage, tsk.

"Oh, by the way. My father, Shimura Danzo, had a message for you, Hokage of this world, Sarutobi."

"What did you say?" Hiruzen Sarutobi frowned almost imperceptibly. Was Danzo's message to him another one of "you'll regret it" or something like that?

Come to think of it, ever since Danzo died in the Nine-Tails' attack more than ten years ago, no one has said anything like that to me, and I kind of miss it.

Asuka Shimura's smile was slightly distorted as he said, "My father, Danzo Shimura, asked me to convey to you the message: 'This time, I've finally won, Sarutobi.'"

Hiruzen Sarutobi was baffled. Could it be that Danzo Shimura couldn't compete with him, but now that he had raised a son to be Hokage, he felt he had surpassed him again?

"Oh, right," Shimura Asuka added, "I was so busy introducing my father that I forgot to introduce my mother. My mother, Shimura Biwako, also asked me to give her regards to Sarutobi-sama."

Hiruzen Sarutobi suddenly bulged his veins, his right hand gripped his pipe tightly, while his left hand was hidden under the table and chair, forming a hand seal.