Cos Wuzan, was stabbed ten times by Heize at the beginning

Hozuki Gengetsu's lower face was stained red with blood.

He fell to the ground, staring at the unfamiliar ninja before him.

He endured the pain all over his body, his voice hoarse: "Who...who are you? Which village's...ninja are you from?"

Crowbeak crouched beside him, and Hozuki Gengetsu noticed that his injuries were gradually healing.

Why did this ninja save him?

"I am not a ninja from any ninja village."

"I am an apostle of the Eternal Bliss Cult."

Hozuki Gengetsu stared at the other's opening and closing mouth.

A look of bewilderment, or rather, absurdity, appeared in his eyes.

religion?

How could an apostle of a religion be this powerful?

"Your time has not yet come; your fate is intertwined with that of the Second Tsuchikage."

"A hundred years from now, we will meet again on the battlefield."

Crowbeak looked into Hozuki Gengetsu's eyes.

A hundred years from now?

Hozuki Gengetsu suspected that the person in front of him was a madman.

A hundred years later, he would have been nothing but a pile of bones.

Hozuki Gengetsu's eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

……

【Ding! 】

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"Are you from...Iwagakure or...Kirigakure?"

Shamen coughed up a mouthful of blood, forcibly supporting his body so as not to collapse before Ravenbeak; this was his dignity as a Shadow in death.

"neither."

The crow-beak shook its head.

"Then you are from Konoha..."

Seeing that the monk seemed to be about to die, Ravenbeak interrupted him directly: "I am an apostle of the Eternal Bliss Cult."

He walked up to the monk, whose eyes were filled with vigilance, yet also with a hint of relief.

At this point, whether a monk lives or dies is no longer up to him.

Ravenbeak's hand landed on the monk.

The monk closed his eyes, awaiting death.

however.

The pain receded slowly, like the tide.

On the contrary, the wound itches, as if it has been reborn.

Shramana opened his eyes in shock, staring at the slowly healing wound and the crow's beak in disbelief.

"I don't want to kill you."

As Shamen's wounds gradually healed, Ravenbeak withdrew his hand, and before Shamen could react, his figure vanished from the spot.

The monk gazed at the deserted desert, lost in thought: "The Eternal Bliss Sect?"

……

The rain in Amegakure never stops.

A little frog jumped out of the water.

A thick arm emerged from the frog's wide-open mouth.

Jiraiya's figure was crouching on the water's surface.

He flicked the little frog's head.

The little frog sank into the water and swam away nimbly.

Jiraiya stood up from the water and looked around at the steel-cast village before him.

Chakra adhered to the water's surface as he walked step by step into Amegakure (the Hidden Rain Village).

Rainwater slid down his cheeks. Jiraiya wiped the rain off his face and went to a small shop on the street to take shelter from the rain.

The dim, yellow light seemed especially warm on such a gloomy, rainy day.

Jiraiya smelled the aroma, walked up to the old woman tending the shop, and bought two steaming hot buns.

"You're not from Amegakure, are you?"

The old woman spoke with a kind expression.

Jiraiya was taken aback, but didn't deny it. He nodded and said, "I'm a writer, here to gather inspiration!"

Jiraiya casually glanced at the shop in front of him.

His gaze fell on a shrine high up on the wall.

The long-armed statue looked somewhat familiar.

"This is?"

As soon as Jiraiya spoke, the old woman turned her head to look at the statue. Her expression was extremely devout. She put her hands together and bowed three times: "This is the God of Bliss, the deity who saved my grandson's life!"

Jiraiya's expression changed slightly.

The God of Bliss?

"If you have time, you can go and worship the God of Bliss."

The old woman offered Jiraiya some advice.

Jiraiya flashed a bright smile: "Okay! No problem!"

"This rain isn't going to stop. There's a hotel upstairs from our house; you can stay there."

The old woman pointed to the stairwell and said to Jiraiya.

Jiraiya stared at the old woman in front of him. The old woman had a kind face, which did not seem to be a pretense.

"Okay, thank you for your help."

Jiraiya said.

The old woman shook her head: "It's no trouble at all."

She led Jiraiya upstairs and pushed open the door to the second room in the corridor: "This is an empty room."

Jiraiya glanced at it, nodded, took out some money from his pocket, and handed it to the old woman.

The old woman pushed his hand back.

Jiraiya was taken aback.

What does it mean?

"I will not accept money from the Apostle."

The old woman looked at him kindly.

Jiraiya's expression changed. He stared at the old woman, his eyes serious: "What did you say?"

“You are the apostle of the God of Bliss and the guardian of the Eternal Bliss Cult. How can I accept your money?”

The old woman quickly shook her head.

Jiraiya's heart raced, and he asked suspiciously, "Why do you think I'm an apostle?"

The old woman clasped her hands together, moving with extreme caution, as if afraid of offending the god of bliss.

"It was the God of Bliss who told me."

"You will become the next apostle of the Eternal Bliss Cult."

The rain outside the corridor continued to fall tirelessly, pounding against the steel jungle before them.

As the old woman finished speaking, Jiraiya felt as if his heart was enveloped by an invisible pressure.

The icy rain seeped in everywhere, dripping into his heart.

He felt a sense of bewilderment, as if he were being drawn deeper into the vortex of fate.

Chapter 532 I'm here to save people!!!

"Someone has broken into the village."

The Way of Heaven.

"It is Jiraiya."

Rinzo waved the fan in his hand.

"Do you need my help?"

Xiao Nan stood beside Tian Dao and asked.

Tiandao said, "No need, let's wait until he comes to us before we make a move."

Xiao Nan nodded.

Jiraiya arrived much faster than Pain had anticipated.

Jiraiya pierced through layers of rain and infiltrated the tallest steel tower in Amegakure.

The tower is unusually spacious, with a huge space supported by a cold steel structure.

Not a single ray of light could get in.

Dust floated in the air.

Raindrops pounded against the steel tower, producing a dull echo.

It was so quiet that I could clearly hear my own heartbeat.

Only his heartbeat could be heard.

Jiraiya cautiously looked around before walking forward.

At that very moment—

Countless white paper scraps floated out of the air, drifting from every corner and gathering together as if they were alive.

They coalesced into a figure that Jiraiya was not unfamiliar with.

Her long, bluish-purple hair was tied into paper flowers that would never fade, and her light orange pupils were devoid of any emotion. Xiao Nan wore a black robe with red clouds on it and looked down at her former teacher.