Naruto: I, the villain template, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 5: Reality, Never "Beautiful"

Click! Click!

While Konan and Yahiko were shocked and stunned by what they saw.

As the city gate slammed shut, the water in front of it stopped flowing downwards and began to turbulently under some force.

That was clearly the suction force of the city gates gradually opening!

Upon hearing the sound of the city gates opening, the refugees, who had been lying like corpses, all looked towards the gates with a glimmer of hope in their eyes and began to converge towards them.

"The city gates have opened!"

A look of joy returned to Yahiko's face, and he involuntarily took a step forward, wanting to run after him.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his collar with such force that he gagged.

"Cough cough! What are you doing..." Yahiko turned around angrily to look at the culprit.

Before he could finish speaking, a dark figure suddenly appeared and blocked the bridge that was the only way to enter the city.

He wore a straw hat to shield himself from the rain, and was dressed for nighttime travel, with a headband featuring four vertical lines resembling raindrops.

he is……

The ninja of Amegakure!

Instantly, the refugees who had been surging forward stopped in their tracks, their faces showing not only numbness and longing, but also an undisguised look of fear!

Their fear of the ninjas momentarily suppressed their desire to live.

Soon, two rows of fully armed swordsmen emerged from the ranks, their fine armor clanging with metallic sounds.

Seemingly fearing that refugees would force their way through the city gates, the warriors stood silently on the bridge, even placing barricades on it.

"Anyone who crosses the bridge without permission shall die! Anyone who trespasses through the city gates shall die!"

Amidst the warriors' unanimous warnings, the fearful refugees instinctively retreated.

Just then.

The Rain Village ninja suddenly stepped forward, slightly raised his head, and surveyed the refugees before him, asking, "Gentlemen, have you been hungry for a long time?"

After a brief silence, he received only a few scattered responses, which made the Rain Village ninja frown slightly.

"Who turned you into this? Who made you homeless?"

The Amegakure ninja, his tone and expression impassioned, looked down at the crowd and shouted, "Our nation is still weeping, yet the weak leader of Amegakure continues to grovel before the great powers that plunged us into war!"

"But what did their humility get them in return?!"

At this point, his passionate words suddenly paused, and only when he noticed that the refugees were all looking at him did a smile appear on his face.

"During the First Shinobi World War, all the small countries were destroyed by the Five Great Nations, leaving us to serve as a buffer zone in the war!"

"In the impending Second Shinobi World War, our nation will once again become a battlefield for powerful nations! Everything we possess is gradually being taken away by those great powers!"

"As long as the incompetent leader of Amegakure remains, this country will continue to weep! We need true heroes to lead us against those great powers and bring us peace with absolute force!"

"And that hero is none other than our Lord Hanzo! Lord Hanzo the Salamander!"

The Rain Village ninja looked at the crowd and announced loudly, "Lord Hanzo said he is willing to give his own food to help you all, and hopes that those with ambition will join us!!"

As the Rain Village ninja spoke passionately, a glimmer of light appeared in the refugees' eyes.

The refugees became noisy, especially when they saw the warriors setting up a shed and carrying out basket after basket of bread.

"Lord Hanzo!"

The crowd began to shout, and then gradually turned into a chorus of voices!

"Lord Hanzo! Lord Hanzo!"

Raindrops dripped down the edge of the umbrella like broken pearls. Watching the scene gradually escalate into a frenzy, a playful smile appeared on Yun Chuan's lips.

"This is incredibly boring."

Yun Chuan glanced to the side and thought to himself, "However, it seems that someone is helping Hanzo come up with ideas behind the scenes. For some passionate people, it is unexpectedly useful."

Yahiko stared intently at the scene in front of the city gate, his eyes gleaming with barely suppressed urges.

The Amegakure ninja kept talking about similar things, mainly how incompetent the current leader of Amegakure was, how evil and despicable the five great nations that started the war were, and how powerful, virtuous, and brave Lord Hanzo was.

Only after half of the bread had been delivered did he stop speaking and shout, "That's enough for today's relief!"

"Lord Hanzo is raising funds to gather like-minded individuals who want to lead everyone in changing this weeping nation. Any adult male with such a vision is welcome to apply!"

Upon hearing this, a deafening chorus of cries erupted.

"Ninja Master! Can't women do it? I can do anything!"

"Sir! Don't go! Our child is starving! Please give us a loaf of bread!"

Seeing refugees crying and crowding around him, the Rain Village ninja narrowed his eyes slightly, and his smiling face turned cold.

joke.

This place is home to thousands of refugees. Even the capital of the Rain Kingdom can't support so many refugees. It's already good enough if they give relief to a hundred or so people every day just to make a show of it.

In the end, they were just a bunch of cannon fodder.

Therefore, when the Rain Village ninja saw someone reaching out to him, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"ah!!"

He kicked the refugee in the back of the knee with tremendous force, instantly twisting the refugee's left leg to an unsightly angle, causing him to scream in pain, lose his balance, and fall to the ground.

"Don't push your luck, you bastard. Be grateful to Lord Hanzo, or I would have killed you!" Looking down at the man clutching his leg and groaning, the Amegakure ninja's smile was icy. He then looked up at the other refugees.

In an instant, the hungry crowd was reminded of the fear that belonged to ninjas.

Listen carefully!

Suddenly, a samurai stepped forward and solemnly announced, "His Highness the Daimyo is seeking maids. Applicants must be between twelve and sixteen years old, with preference given to those of beautiful appearance. Their families will receive five loaves of bread!"

Upon hearing this, the stunned crowd erupted into noise once more.

Soon, a gaunt girl emerged from among the refugees, pulling a five- or six-year-old boy along and whispering, "Sir, I am willing to serve His Highness the Daimyo, but I would like to exchange ten... no, seven loaves of bread."

"Seven?"

The samurai retorted in a gruff voice, then threw five loaves of bread at the girl's feet and said coldly, "A deal is a deal. No matter who it is, they're only worth five loaves of bread."

The girl didn't haggle anymore. Instead, she silently picked up the bread, bent down, and handed it to the boy beside her, forcing a smile as she said, "Carp, your sister is going to live a good life. Take these back with you... Ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, someone suddenly rushed out, snatched two breads from her hands, and pulled her to the ground with such force that he pushed his way out of the crowd without looking back.

The frail girl struggled to her feet, running towards the man while shouting, "Give it back to me!"

However, someone in the crowd stuck out a foot and tripped her as she got up.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Upon seeing this, a burst of malicious and jealous laughter erupted from the crowd.

They are now at the very bottom of society, and their personalities have gradually become distorted under the pressure of war and death.

The samurai and Amegakure ninja simply watched coldly from the sidelines.

They only needed to make a deal to take the girl; as for whether the other party could hold onto the bread...

That's none of their business.

"How...could this be...?"

In the distance, Yahiko witnessed all of this. His chapped lips parted slightly, revealing visible red streaks of blood, and he uttered a hoarse, low murmur.

He simply couldn't believe what he was seeing!

He and Xiao Nan arrived here clinging to their last glimmer of hope, relying on scavenging for food along the way.

But what he was seeing now was even more despairing than what he had seen along the way!

Why, why has the capital become like this?

"Because this is a real world."

Seemingly sensing Yahiko's doubts, Yunchuan sighed and said softly, "And the truth is never 'beautiful'."

After saying that, he slightly raised his eyelids.

Before he knew it, several figures had gathered around, staring intently at the package behind him, their pale, emaciated faces filled with ugly greed.

(End of this chapter)