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

Chapter 6 Selfish brat, shamelessly feigning innocence (New book seeking recommendations and monthly tickets)

boom!!

The rain poured down, and thunder roared.

One, two, three, four...

Six or seven hunched figures staggered over, like wet, carrion vultures, and simultaneously fixed their eyes on Yun Chuan and his companions, greedily eyeing their packages.

"The three of them must still have food."

"Look at that little rascal, so fair and tender..."

"My daughter is dying, please, give me some food."

They murmured their innermost desires, seemingly whispering secrets hidden by the sound of rain.

It sounded like the rustling of leaves in the cold wind, but to Yahiko and Konan, it sounded more like the whispers of a demon biting his lip to suppress his desires.

"Damn it!"

Yahiko gripped an old, rusted kunai with both hands, its tip sharpened, veins bulging on the back of his hands as he roared viciously, "What do you want to do? This is food we risked our lives for! No, we can't share it with you..."

His face was filled with anger and sorrow, but his trembling hands holding the kunai and his chest heaving violently like a bellows spoke of his despair and pain.

Just like Yun Chuan said, this is "reality".

A world ravaged by war, a nation beyond redemption...

They thought the Daimyo of the Land of Rain and the leader of Amegakure would be able to protect them, but now they find that there is nowhere for them to stay!

Even if he can hold onto this food, will he continue to eke out a living like a rat or a wild dog?

Thinking of this, the chilling despair that seeped into his bones made Yahiko's hand holding the kunai turn white and become powerless.

Just then, some of the refugees who had gathered finally couldn't bear it any longer.

"Give me!!"

In Yahiko's increasingly widened pupils, the figure rushing towards him was reflected.

It was the man who said his daughter was starving to death and begged him for some food.

In an instant, Yahiko, who had already gripped the kunai tightly, froze.

What should have been a short and terrifying roar sounded to him like a long, drawn-out thread.

"It's truly pathetic," someone said. "Unhappy people always create people who are even more unhappy than themselves."

A hand with distinct knuckles suddenly appeared in Yahiko's brownish-yellow pupils.

Each finger was like a resilient bamboo joint, gently pressing against the person's face.

"No!" Yahiko's pupils trembled, and he shouted instinctively.

However, it's too late.

Or rather, Yun Chuan didn't care.

Who do you think you are? Who do you think I am?

Click click click!

The sound of bones cracking was hidden in the rain, reaching my ears without any concealment.

The man didn't even have time to let out a wail before his skull, which was being pinched, began to deform and crack.

Finally, it exceeded the limit of the force and shattered in the rain with a crack, splashing red and white liquid onto Yahiko's stunned face.

In a single glance, the person in front of him turned into a corpse.

At that moment, the group of people who had gathered around shuddered violently upon hearing the resounding sound of bones cracking and witnessing the extremely violent and cruel scene.

However, this is just the beginning.

hiss! !

Before the others could react, Yun Chuan gently flipped his right hand, gripped the short knife tightly in a reverse grip, and swung it at the people in front of him.

In an instant, several heads shot into the sky, their faces still bearing the look of greed.

After a brief silence, it fell like harvested wheat, its scarlet blood gushing out like a fountain.

In the blink of an eye, only a short, thin figure remained before him, staring at Yun Chuan with a face full of fear and constant trembling.

"...Why?"

A sickly flush gradually returned to Yahiko's pale face. Trembling, he looked at Yun Chuan behind him, whose face remained calm, and asked in a dry voice, "They... they just want to live, how could you..."

Upon hearing this, Yun Chuan lowered his eyes slightly, a hint of disappointment appearing in his gaze.

Was this the original founder of the Akatsuki organization?

What a childish brat.

Living in this hell on earth, such a naive brat, if he hadn't met Nagato, even if he hadn't died because of Hanzo, he would have died sooner or later because of his naivety.

Because this is the ninja world, this is hell on earth.

This is the most profound realization he has gained after witnessing the world firsthand.

The core of the ninja world is "war" and entangled "hatred," not so-called "bonds."

In this world, fighting with others is the norm; killing is as common as eating. There are also rogue ninjas, bandits, human experimentation, factional struggles, and the extermination of nations and clans...

Peace?

That's a luxury that only large countries can afford.

They occupy the most fertile and expansive region in the ninja world; even the poorest village, Sunagakure, possesses resources, ninjutsu, secret techniques, and cultural heritage that small countries cannot match…

Bonds?

That's a topic only the "protagonist" is qualified to discuss.

They live in a homeland protected by a powerful sealing barrier, where there is always a suitable ninjutsu and secret technique among the abundant ones, and even when they go out of the village to carry out missions, they are under the protection of their teachers.

Large countries do not fight wars on their own territory, but rather use small countries as a chessboard to transfer the risks of their own country to the small countries.

Even so, even Tsunade, the most skilled ninja in medicine, still had her lover Dan Kato die in the war. Even with Orochimaru protecting her closely during the war, Nawaki would still accidentally fall into a trap and be blown up.

Even though they were powerful ninjas from a great nation, they still experienced all sorts of tragic separations and deaths, not to mention the powerless commoners of a small country.

Civilians are too vulnerable in the face of war.

Under the threat of hunger and the fear of death, the prerequisite for killing and looting food is that there is food to loot!

What will they make if there is no food?

thump!

"No, no, don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Before Yahiko could press further, the last remaining man suddenly knelt on the ground, prostrating himself and trembling as he screamed, "I didn't eat! I didn't eat any meat! Only they ate it! Really, don't kill me!!"

These words struck Yahiko like a bolt of lightning.

Her face, which had regained some color, turned deathly pale again, and she stared blankly at Tsukimi Ryoukawa, whose expression remained calm.

A father and daughter on the verge of starvation, their eyes and faces devoid of life...

So, you figured it out a long time ago?

"A selfish and childish brat, praying that everything will go as he wishes, shamelessly feigning innocence."

Yun Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered, "Perhaps you think that after a heavy rain, everything will be clean, whether good or bad, and everything can start over. But I can tell you now."

"No matter how long this rain lasts, it's just a rain shower, and it will be dirty again the next day."

Xiao Nan stood silently behind the two, gazing quietly at the distant hell on earth. Something she had always held onto seemed to shatter quietly at that moment.

The flower of hope cannot bloom in a place soaked in blood.

Thinking to herself, Xiao Nan looked at the figure in front of her.

What is the place like where he is?

(End of this chapter)