Naruto: Starting from the time when the Six Paths of Pain was Kira Yoshikage

Chapter 103 The future of Amegakure and... the Heavenly Burial of Yamato?

Nearly a year has passed since the fall of Hanzo, the former leader of Amegakure. This small ninja village, which survives between several great nations, has not fallen into silence because of its leader's death. On the contrary, thanks to the large amount of resources and equipment that Nagato brought from other worlds, it is showing a thriving trend.

The villagers of Amegakure feel this most deeply, as their quality of life is improving at a visible rate.

Over the course of several months, the entire village has undergone a complete transformation. More than half of the buildings have shed their wooden shells, which were reminiscent of the Warring States period, and replaced them with a cyberpunk-style steel architectural complex. Intertwined metal pipes weave between the buildings, and flashing neon lights outline the sharp lines of the architecture, making this once rainy village seem to have transcended several eras and transformed directly into a futuristic metropolis.

The building where the leader of Amegakure is located is particularly futuristic, with its top covered by a giant mechanical head statue with a protruding tongue, which is the very spot where Pain, the Deva Path, likes to sit.

At this moment, Pain sat upright at the end of the mechanical tongue, his black Akatsuki robes swaying gently in the breeze. He looked down at Amegakure, a village reshaped by steel and neon lights, his deep eyes utterly calm. Beside him, several white bird-like creatures circled and danced; these were the magical beasts (fierce birds) he brought from the Re:Zero world, now crafted into special familiars, serving as "eyes" to sense any unusual activity in the village.

In the distance, the low earthen walls have been replaced by towering, sturdy stone walls. The rock walls are covered with magic circles, also from the RE0 world, which will lock onto any strangers who try to approach.

Although Nagato also wanted to establish a barrier in Amegakure similar to that in Konoha, the number of ninjas in Amegakure was still too small, and there were even fewer ninjas with barrier and sensory talents. Not to mention maintaining a barrier on the scale of Konoha, it couldn't even be a fraction of that scale. Moreover, a year was too short, only enough to develop basic infrastructure.

Fortunately, the magic circles in the RE:Zero world are also quite good. Although they are only some basic arrays, by taking advantage of the information difference between the two worlds, most people, except for a very few extremely cautious ninjas, cannot escape the detection of these magic circles.

The village streets were no longer the dusty, gleaming places they once were. The smooth alloy pavement reflected the streetlights, and the Rain Ninja wore uniforms. Instead of simple kunai pouches, they now carried machine guns transported from the Dragon Ball world. The ninjas, who previously relied solely on ninjutsu for communication, were now equipped with small communicators, allowing them to maintain constant contact with headquarters.

With resources flowing from two worlds (RE0 and Dragon Ball), Amegakure, under Nagato's planning, is now steadily moving in an unprecedented new direction.

No one knows what this little-known ninja village will eventually become.

At this moment, inside the new leader's building, Konan was looking at a little girl standing next to Nagato with a puzzled expression. She looked to be only five or six years old, with a pair of empty and lifeless eyes, as if her soul had been ripped out. She just stood there blankly, surrounded by a deathly stillness that was inconsistent with her age.

Konan tilted her head slightly, unconsciously taking half a step forward. She looked the girl up and down for a moment, then looked up at Nagato, her voice full of confusion, and asked softly, "Who is this child...?"

"I found it that night."

Nagato spoke in a calm tone, as if he were recounting a trivial matter, as if he had found a kitten or puppy on the street: "An experiment of Konoha."

Didn't Nagato discover a secret base during the Nine-Tails' Night? This child was found in that base.

When Nagato found the little girl at the base, she was lying on the cold ground, barely breathing. Her small body was curled up in a ball, her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were dry and cracked, as if she could die at any moment.

At that time, an extremely domineering power was constantly devouring the girl's life force. Fortunately, Nagato delivered a large amount of Yang Release chakra to the girl in time, which allowed her to survive.

At the same time, Nagato also discovers a secret about the girl... she can use Wood Release.

Although it was still very weak at this time and could not be controlled well, it was indeed Wood Release.

Nagato looked at Konan, his tone still calm, yet carrying an undeniable certainty: "If I'm not mistaken, she should be a test subject for Hashirama Senju's cells."

The ability to use Wood Release ninjutsu indicates the nature of the laboratory, suggesting it is one of the many laboratories established by Orochimaru.

Without his intervention, the girl's fate would have been certain death.

Wood Release, the legendary bloodline limit exclusive to the First Hokage, the God of Shinobi.

"Konoha actually conducts these kinds of...experiments?!" Konan's face showed disbelief upon hearing this, then she seemed to realize something and asked, "Also, Hashirama Senju...that Hashirama Senju? But...wasn't he the First Hokage of Konoha? Why...?"

For Xiao Nan, who was only a teenager, human experimentation was still too horrifying.

"That's not surprising... The First Hokage was incredibly powerful back then. Even from just a few fragments of records, we can piece together the era that belonged to him. He almost single-handedly used Wood Release ninjutsu to suppress the other four great ninja villages, making them unable to raise their heads..."

In fact, Nagato didn't have much of a special feeling after learning that the girl possessed the Wood Release bloodline limit. He only brought the girl back to Amegakure because he was in a good mood. Unlike the people in Konoha, he didn't have any particular attachment to Wood Release.

The Fourth Shinobi World War taught us one thing: the reason why Wood Release is so powerful is because the user is Hashirama Senju, just like Madara Uchiha's Fire Release, which is not comparable to that of ordinary ninjas.

After finishing his sentence, Nagato added, "Didn't that old man Kakuzu always boast about fighting the First Hokage and surviving?"

Although it's unclear whether Kakuzu actually threw a shuriken from 800 miles away, it's certain that the First Hokage who fought Kakuzu back then held back an entire Pacific Ocean.

The strength of the First Hokage was a beauty in pure numerical terms.

Kakuzu is strong, but only at the level of an ordinary Kage.

"In contrast, who in Konoha today can use Wood Release ninjutsu?"

Nagato's voice carried a hint of sarcasm, and his face revealed an undisguised mockery: "Of course, Konoha wants to recreate the glory of the First Hokage."

Konan's expression was somewhat grave: "Konoha...doesn't their Hokage care about these things?"

"Konan, haven't you seen their true nature yet?" Nagato's voice suddenly turned cold: "These major ninja villages don't even care about the lives of smaller ninja villages, why would they care about the lives of a few civilians? They've never been after peace..."

Upon hearing this, Konan's gaze shifted to the girl, her eyes filled with tenderness. She slowly bent down and gently patted the girl's head, saying softly, "Little sister, from today onwards you will live in Amegakure Village. This will be your home..."

"By the way, what's your name?"

The girl slowly raised her head, looking at Xiao Nan with eyes so numb they held no emotion. Her gaze was empty and devoid of any ripples. Her lips moved, and she answered in a weak, icy voice, "I have no name..."

After speaking, she slowly turned her head and looked up at Nagato beside her. At that moment, a flicker of reaction finally appeared in her empty, lifeless eyes.

It was an almost devout, believer-like fervor, as if Nagato was the only light in her dark life, her only salvation. Her tone was respectful yet firm: "It was God who saved me, please give me a name, God."

Nagato looked at the fervor and dependence in the girl's eyes, remained silent for a moment, pondered for a few seconds, and then slowly spoke, his voice low and powerful, as if declaring something: "Then from today onwards... you will be called Yamato, Amazo Yamato."

"Yes, Kami-sama!"

The girl immediately lowered her head respectfully, her tone full of piety and gratitude, a testament to her boundless adoration for Nagato.

Although Nagato named the girl Tenzō Yamato, she was not actually Kakashi, nor was she the future Jonin who would lead Team 7 after Kakashi, because their ages didn't match. Shin's age was similar to that of Obito and Kakashi, while the girl was only five or six years old.

He named the girl that because he felt there was a strange connection between Tenzou Yamato and Zerozo Pain.

Only.

In other words, he's willing.

He didn't care what Konoha's future name would be; it could either be renamed or disappear. In any case, there could only be one Sky Burial in this world.

Konan stood quietly to the side and watched, not angry at the girl's different treatment of her and Nagato, as if it were only natural.

Nagato, who possesses the eyes of the Sage of Six Paths, is a god walking among humans, a god spreading love, a god guiding the world, and a god bringing peace to the world.

She firmly believed it.

Yorknew City, in the Hunter x Hunter world, is a bustling yet decadent metropolis. Neon lights illuminate the streets day and night, making them resemble flowing golden rivers. It's a melting pot of desires; it's said that with enough money, you can enjoy anything in this city.

The world's largest auction, held annually from September 1st to 10th, brings the city's frenzy to its peak. This auction gathers rare treasures from around the world, including ancient weapons, ancient books recording lost civilizations, and even the eggs of spirit beasts with special abilities.

It is not only a mecca for collectors, but also a battleground for ambitious individuals. Behind every item up for auction lies a hidden world of transactions and conspiracies.

At the same time, this city is also the core stage where gangs are most active. Gangs of all sizes divide up their respective territories, and violence, assassination, smuggling... violence and bloodshed are their language, and profit is their only belief.

The Nosra family was originally just a small, insignificant organization among many gangs, barely making a living by running underground casinos. Until a few years ago, Neon Nosra, the daughter of the leader Wright Nosra, accidentally awakened her Nen ability—the Angel's Auto Notebook.

This ability can accurately predict the future with a 100% accuracy rate. After the news spread, bigwigs from all walks of life flocked to it, sparing no expense to invite Neon to predict their fortunes and avoid risks.

Neon's occupation instantly became the most sought-after "passport" in the underworld, and the Nosra family took this opportunity to expand rapidly, becoming a rising star among many gangs in just a few years.

The daughter's abilities are key to the family's development. Light Nosla dotes on Neon and grants her almost every request. However, Neon Nosla has a very peculiar hobby: collecting human bodies, including organs and viscera, but only inanimate objects.

Neon would certainly not miss such a grand event as the annual auction in Yorkshire in September.

To ensure his daughter's safety, Light Nosla spared no expense in hiring a bodyguard team composed entirely of Nen users.

Inside the Nosra family mansion, crystal chandeliers shone brightly, and a group of hired Nen users gathered together. There was a short, stout, bald woman with long, beaver-like teeth; a burly man with a chin like a buttock; a man who looked like a monkey; a man with a red dot between his eyebrows who appeared to be Indian; and a woman with a hot body.

One of the most striking figures was a handsome young man with short blond hair, dressed in distinctive ethnic clothing. He wore a unique chain on the five fingers of his right hand, the chain seemingly gleaming with a faint silver light, as if it contained some kind of mysterious power.

Leaning back on the villa's sofa, Hua Shi Tou Lang waved to the boy upon seeing him and said, "Kurapika, long time no see."

Kurapika looked in the direction of the voice, and when he saw the familiar face, his previously tense expression turned to one of astonishment: "Wasutorou? What are you doing here?"

Yamcha and his friends participated in the 287th Hunter Exam together, but halfway through the exam, he achieved his goal by becoming Chairman Netero's student, and naturally, he didn't continue to participate in the later stages.

However, he still became a hunter.

As the president of the association, Netero has the privilege of allowing a candidate to pass the exam directly.

"As you can see..." Hua Shidoulang said, spreading his hands, his tone relaxed: "My identity is the same as yours, we are both bodyguards employed by the Nosla family."

Just as Kurapika was about to continue asking about Watashi Toro's recent situation, the monitor next to him suddenly turned on, and the figure of Nosra Family Guard Captain Dazo Nie appeared on it.

He briefly explained the requirements for officially becoming a bodyguard. Just as everyone received their tasks and was about to leave, they suddenly discovered that the main gate was locked.

At that moment, a cruel smile suddenly appeared on Dazo Nie's lips on the monitor, and his tone instantly turned sinister and chilling: "I forgot to tell you something..."

"Only those who can leave this mansion alive are qualified to continue the mission."

As Dazo Nie finished speaking, the glass windows of the mansion were smashed one after another, and the wooden doors of the corridor were kicked open violently. Countless people dressed in special black uniforms rushed in like a tide. Their faces were expressionless, and the moment they rushed into the mansion, they all raised their guns. The dark muzzles of the guns were instantly pointed at everyone in the hall.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" In the next moment, countless bullets rained down on everyone like a dense storm. The ear-piercing gunshots rang out in the enclosed space, and the walls were instantly riddled with bullet holes, with debris flying everywhere.

This is a test of the bodyguard's strength. Only those with sufficient strength are qualified to protect others. If they can't even withstand ordinary firearms, what right do they have to talk about protection?

As for being beaten to death... well, he deserved it.

Human life is the least valuable thing to gangsters.