Naruto: I Roamed the Ninja World as a Woman

You have successfully destroyed a damaged mechanical puppet (Special Jonin level).

[Achievement Points +102!]

With the notification popping up on the panel, Ayane Amamiya confirmed that the puppet in front of her was now completely destroyed.

According to what I had heard before, the best course of action in this situation would be to dismantle the puppet into pieces to prevent the puppeteers from making use of it.

But now that she has the panel's authoritative certification, she naturally won't go through the trouble of doing something unnecessary and wasting her effort.

The girl raised her leg and kicked the metal lump hard!

'Hiss~'

The puppet was kicked away, but the girl also gasped.

Fortunately, I had kept my chakra attached to the soles of my feet during the battle.

Otherwise, if I wasn't injured in the fight, but ended up with a minor injury because of this, wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing...?

"Who decided that ninja shoes have to show toes?" she muttered to herself.

Do you know how inconvenient this kind of outfit is in the Land of Rain?

The thought of complaining quickly passed through my mind.

Ayane Amamiya stood there for a moment, thinking.

Instead of rashly following the direction the woodpecker had gone, she cautiously made her way towards the very center of the village.

The sounds of fighting that had drawn the two over could still be heard just a moment ago.

But then there was absolutely no movement, and no one knows what happened.

It started to drizzle again.

Under the cover of night, the entire Maba Village was quiet.

The corpses, soaking in the mud, were in all sorts of bizarre positions.

There were women stretching out their arms to struggle outwards, men with wide eyes and angry faces, and children curled up like dumplings...

Without exception.

They will eventually be silently submerged by the incessant rain, like a drop of water sinking into the sea, or a speck of dust falling onto the soil.

Ayane Amamiya swallowed hard and pursed her lips tightly.

This is a hellish drawing.

Whether in her past life or this life, this was the first time she had ever encountered it.

"It looks like someone else is here..."

"Is that Mom? It must be Mom coming back..."

"It's not Mom. It's...it's a ninja! Shut up! Junlang! Shut up now!"

Ayane Amamiya's ears twitched slightly.

A few hushed conversations came from the thatched hut beside them.

Although the conversation was barely audible in the drizzling rain, Ayane Amamiya could still hear it clearly thanks to the chakra boost.

She turned her head and glanced at it.

Yes, the sound was coming from that overturned, half-broken water tank.

It sounds like there are two children...

Despite this, Ayane Amamiya remained vigilant.

With a clang, Lanqie was drawn from its sheath, and she slowly walked towards the water tank.

Step, step, step.

The child in the water tank seemed to sense something as well, and the faint sound that had been uttered instantly disappeared.

As she approached the water tank, Ayane Amamiya stood motionless, holding the Storm Slayer sword.

The world seemed to fall silent, with only the half-broken water vat in front of them trembling slightly.

"Come out! I know you're inside," she said coldly.

No response.

Only the pattering of rain reached my ears.

The girl took a deep breath and, mimicking the tone of Orochimaru, a signature villain from her past life's anime memories, said, "Fire Release..."

The final straw that broke the camel's back was placed there.

"Die! Die! You evil spirits, just die!"

A gray-haired boy suddenly popped out of the water tank.

He was holding a brick, his movements haphazard, but he still charged fiercely at Ayane Amamiya, as if to smash it.

This little guy clearly hasn't received any formal training.

For a ninja who was already on guard, it posed absolutely no threat.

Ayane Amamiya doesn't need a ninja sword or ninjutsu at all.

"Ouch!"

With a simple flick of her left hand, the girl sent the boy sprawling into the mud, the brick in his hand snatched away.

"elder brother!"

Another mournful cry rang out.

A younger child poked his head out of the water vat, saw his older brother lying in the mud, and immediately ran over with his short legs.

"Junlang! Didn't I tell you not to come out?!"

Although easily defeated by the enemy, the older brother maintained his authority, shouting angrily, "Are you disobeying me?! And don't you dare cry!"

The young, handsome boy remained silent.

She just hugged her brother, who wasn't much older than her, and sobbed with snot and tears streaming down her face, "Mom, where are you? Why aren't you back yet? Junlang misses you so much..."

Seeing him like this, his brother's voice gradually softened.

He was like a helpless young animal, curling up in his arms with his younger brother, patting his back and whispering, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I couldn't protect you."

"......"

Is he an orphan left behind by the villagers?

Looking at the two children in front of her, Ayane Amamiya felt a deep sense of sympathy.

Despite her sympathy, she still held the already unsheathed Stormbringer firmly in her hand, her arm as hard as a sculpture.

A ninja's battle is a battle of intelligence.

This statement remains relevant whether it's the current Ninja World War, the Gundam era decades from now, or even the tattoo era.

There is no sensory ninjutsu.

Who knows if these two seemingly pitiful children might actually be ninjas disguised using transformation techniques?

Of course, it's not too difficult to verify.

Ayane Amamiya suppressed her fluctuating emotions.

Her gaze sharpened, and the Storm Cutter drew a beautiful arc in the rain, slashing down towards her younger brother Toshiro's neck!

"don't want!"

The older brother tried to block, but how could his speed compare to that of a ninja sword?

The boy could only watch helplessly as the exquisitely beautiful ninja sword slashed down towards his younger brother's neck...

boom!

A cloud of white mist exploded.

Ayane Amamiya's ninja sword paused in mid-air. Instead of continuing to slash, she used the opportunity to grab the boy next to her and carry him away.

"Hey, are all the guys from Amegakure as cold-blooded as you?"

"Such an incredibly moving scene, how come it didn't touch you in the slightest?"

A mocking voice came from the smoke.

The younger brother, Junlang, who had been crying incessantly, suddenly transformed into a short, stocky ninja, scoffing at the masked ninja before him: "Oh dear, it seems that kind people like me are a minority in the ninja world~"

Ayane Amamiya raised her gaze slightly.

She saw the headband on the other person's head.

The pattern on the iron sheet is not from any of the five great ninja villages; there is only a deep engraving across it!

He's a rogue ninja from a small ninja village!

Or perhaps, a wandering ninja!

The girl scoffed, her tone indifferent: "Oh, so it's just a homeless stray dog."

With just one sentence, the wandering ninja's expression visibly changed.

"Hey, kid."

He didn't rush to argue with Ayane Amamiya.

Instead, she turned to the bewildered boy and said with a grin, "Want to know where your little brother and mom went?"

The boy didn't speak.

Finally realizing that his younger brother wasn't actually his younger brother, he glared fiercely at the other person, like a lone wolf with nowhere to run.

"Haha, don't look at me like that!"

"If I remember correctly, I threw them all into the kitchen stove..."

The ninja's smile grew increasingly unrestrained, like a demon crawling out of hell: "Kid, that meal was pretty good, wasn't it? I remember you ate it with gusto after I cooked it, weren't you?"

"Aaaaaah!!!"

A strong feeling of nausea surged through him, and the boy clutched his stomach, letting out a hysterical howl.

Ayane Amamiya's eyes turned completely cold.

A complex and inexplicable emotion suddenly exploded in her heart.

"You beast!"

With a slap of her hand, she easily knocked the angry boy beside her unconscious, and her pale pink lips uttered a few words: "I'm really... angry."