Kapitel 3: PART 2.
A rain of blood flooded the village completely, dyeing the skies a deep black as men and women confronted the thinking beings, whose very selves were known as "Uncleanness."
Creatures who lived only to eat Chakra, and take it away from people. However, despite the fact that it was believed that they only attacked the first one who crossed their path, things changed, and their attacks began to become planned attacks as the hours passed.
Not only defending themselves or dodging the techniques of the Konohagakure Ninjas, but they also counterattacked by using innocent people to take at least one Ninja with them.
It was a scene of chaos and confusion, a senseless massacre that seemed to have no end.
From dawn to dusk, the thriving village, with its robust military force, had fallen into the hands of an unknown enemy.
No one seemed to be clear on who the real enemy was, but everyone knew that Code, an extremely dangerous young man, was involved from the shadows. His involvement in the creation of the Unclean was known, but he was not thought to have been the cause of the events that led the Hokage into battle.
It all happened too quickly. Before he could react, his teammates were falling down one by one. He watched helplessly, amid the desperate cries of his comrades, as the faces of the Hokage and the mountain crumbled cruelly under the rain of attacks. Millions of heart-wrenching blasts reduced the majestic mountain to rubble, crushing civilians who had taken refuge inside.
The heat in his body descended along with the rubble, and the impact of the devastation became palpable. His mother had been among those hiding in the mountain, along with most of the neighbors on his street. In a matter of seconds, more than four thousand people lost their lives due to the collapse of shelters, either inside the mountain or trying to flee through underground tunnels.
It was as if each person was in a different reality. Suddenly, ninja from other villages, both small and large nations, arrived to join the attack, defending that their territories had been equally wasted, and had urgently arrived in Konoha to try and seek support.
And barely an hour after the initial devastation, the ninjas themselves from the outskirts began to confront the Filth, turning civilians into mortal victims of an internal conflict that had broken through the walls of the Famous Hidden Village.
What was happening? Why had the battlefield taken such a dark and chaotic turn?
There were no good or bad guys among the Ninjas that they had to die so easily, only the endless bloodshed and endless cycle of violence at the hands of creatures that only attacked by instinct.
"Mirai..." Shikamaru's voice sounded barely a whisper, full of weakness and weariness. "I don't need you to protect me anymore. Come closer, please. There's something I want to tell you."
Mirai realized that there was no end to the bloodshed. He followed the voice of his teacher, Nara Shikamaru, who lay leaning against a tree as his son, Shikadai, desperately struggled to stop the bleeding from his chest.
With slow, heavy steps, Mirai walked over to his side and squatted down, watching the scene with a core of despair spinning in her chest.
In a state of complete shock, Mirai didn't encourage her teacher to speak or Shikadai to stop. She was silent, pale as a ghost, her eyes openly lost. The storm made the condition of young Nara and the Sarutobi seem rather pitiful.
"Old man!" The green-eyed man exclaimed with extreme concern when his father coughed.
Shikamaru didn't answer this time. He didn't say he was sorry, much less ask his son not to worry. The smartest man in the Land of Fire, breathed through his mouth, and his chest rose and fell with a rather frightening slowness, as if after the seconds, his lungs no longer responded.
Her son's eye sockets trembled. Shikadai didn't want to miss a move. Shikamaru's eyes were vaguely open, but his son couldn't take that as confirmation that he was alive.
The man, with a rather battered and dying face, saw his children individually. He would never say it, because he didn't think he was in the place to do it. He could not dishonor his master like this, much less disrespect Kurenai and his daughter. But that girl who was born as a good demonstration of her parents' love was like a daughter to him, his first responsibility as an adult, part of his will to fire.
"Konoha is no longer saved." The dying man spoke, in an almost inaudible tone. "Take the necessary things that Kurenai hid in his house and get out of here as soon as possible."
There was a profound silence. The tension could be felt under the storm, and in the effort Shikamaru gave to breathe and verbalize.
Even in that state, the man took the time to enjoy for the last time, seeing his son's face.
"You're a really good guy." He said softly, smiling as blood poured out of the sides of his mouth. "You are even more useful than I am at your age, and your heart has been stronger than your intellect. I know very well that you have managed to find another way of doing the things for which I was recognized. You are very intelligent and kind. For you... I don't have to worry about whether you're going to live or not, because I know you'll make it. You and your friends will, because I know you're not capable of abandoning them."
"Dad..."
The boy could not continue with his words. An immense pain in his chest rendered his speech useless, and he was forced to sob as he avoided with all his might to let out a single sound. His father was one step away from death, and he did not want to show himself weak before him.
There was no hope left, it had completely vanished. At first, they clung to the illusion that their father could survive, but it was clear that there was no chance. A huge fragment of rock had dug into his chest, damaging vital organs that were struggling to continue functioning so that Shikamaru would have enough time to say goodbye properly. Shikadai sobbed, rainwater hiding his tears.
Suddenly, the dying eyes of the older black-haired man met the red eyes of the now Unique Sarutobi. That look left her paralyzed, completely disturbed, and silent.
"You don't have to worry about me." He told her. For a moment, Mirai felt even more miserable. "You're a very talented ninja, one of the best. It is not for nothing that you are the escort of the Hokage..."
"Master Shikamaru..." He tried to call him Mirai, but the words choked him.
"Please don't worry so much. You're always overthinking everything." He said in a barely audible mocking tone. "Worry more about yourself. You are very capable of finding answers on your own."
Mirai held back a sob, gritting her teeth.
"Would you do it for me?"
"Hm." Mirai nodded, her heart shattered. "I promise."
A rumble rang in his ears. It was coming from close by, and seemed to be approaching his position. The stones on the ground began to rise and collide with each other due to the shaking of the earth. Mirai turned quickly, with overwhelming concern. Shikadai was in shock, not knowing what to do first and not having to walk away from his father's side.
"They are coming for me."
Mirai opened her eyes, petrified.
"What...?"
"They're coming for me." He repeated. "They have to finish me off to make sure I die. I'll be a nuisance if I manage to survive this..."
"Don't talk anymore, Dad! We'll look... I'll find a way...!" Shikadai exclaimed, desperate. "Somehow...!"
Despite his son's screams, Shikamaru did not respond. He did what he could to breathe, his energies slowly waning. He looked up at the sky once, his gaze fixed on him for a moment. His two apprentices waited impatiently, not knowing if the man was still alive.
The tremors intensified, and Shikamaru interpreted that as a farewell signal. After placing a hand on his son's cheek, he gave a dull look at his master's daughter.
"This will be a very personal mission for me. An ultimatum that you are free to refuse. He said solemnly.
"Huh?" She replied, puzzled.
Shikamaru took in a little more air through his mouth before continuing.
"My son is smart and kind... And that works against him. He often struggles to think clearly and is always looking for the perfect plan to satisfy his desire to be right." He explained tiredly, his gaze returning to the dark sky. "Whether you understand it or not, I'm confident you'll be able to play that role."
The atmosphere was tense, every word uttered with significant weight given the gravity of the situation. Shikadai watched in silence, his heart poised with the anguish of the farewell. Mirai, for her part, assimilated her teacher's words, feeling the responsibility and weight of what was to come.
"I ask you, Mirai. Take care of the king and my will of fire."
His consciousness awoke before his own eyes. He immediately felt the hardness under his back; I was on my back on a rather hard and uncomfortable floor. Mirai tested her sockets under her eyelids and then slowly opened them.
Little by little, he gained more context. His body was just waking up. The sunlight blinded her for a moment before she closed her eyes again to readjust herself.
Remembering everything that had happened, Mirai stopped panting and complaining, and sat down at an incredible speed. He didn't care about the pain in his body or the throbbing of his head and eyes. Mirai searched around for the people who were with her before.
He found himself in a scenario quite different from before. There were no dark clouds full of blood above it, and although there was moisture as a hint of rain, there was no indication that a bloody storm had passed through it. Moreover, the sunset was even clearer than before, when there were only black clouds for the sky and lightning for the sun.
She scanned her surroundings, as the calm and peaceful atmosphere of an uninterrupted nature was too strange and alien to her right now. It didn't take her long to notice the bodies around her.
"Guys!" He exclaimed as his first instinct. He crawled up to one of the nearest children.
He examined the person's well-being before realizing who it was. The identity of this person was confirmed when he held his head gently and checked his face. It was Doushu, one of the children on the team that Ibiki had once led. The boy's cap was next to him, which prolonged his recognition for a few seconds thanks to that detail.
"Doushu-kun... Guys! They're fine? Is anyone conscious?"
A few seconds later, someone responded with a groan.
Then, one more; then two others were added, until consciousness expanded.
"Is everyone here okay?! No one is injured?!" Mirai asked in a loud voice, making sure to be heard. In his lap, Doushu showed signs of coming to his senses. She, still stunned, adjusted her tone to a lower one. "Doushu-kun, Doushu-kun. Are you ok? Can you get up?"
The brown boy with long bangs opened his eyes and looked at her carefully.
"Look... saint?" He spoke.
"How do you feel?"
"... I'm fine... What happened...?"
The black-haired woman shuddered slightly.
"I don't know..." He said, watching as everyone sat down or helped others do the same. "Tell me, can you make yourself comfortable?"
"I think so... I'm not sure." The brown-haired man replied. "My head is spinning..."
Mirai felt a sudden uneasiness. Why did his heart beat faster and his limbs tremble when the Genin showed signs of needing help? I was willing to help them, yes, but I didn't understand why I felt that fear.
Surely... it could be because of Shikadai's father's last words and the promise she made to him.
"Come on, I'll help you stand up." He said finally, with fear in his eyes, but with determination. "On the count of three, use only the strength in your legs. I will sustain you."
"Okay..."
When he reached number three, he picked up the boy. He still couldn't stand on his own, and she had to put the boy's arm over his shoulders to help him stay stable. He closed his eyes with an expression far from comfortable. He guessed that his dizziness increased from the sudden change.
While she inspected all the children who were composing themselves worriedly, she noticed the absence of the adults. The Chunin who had supposedly carried out a summoning jutsu.
"Where...? Where are the others...?" He asked. Doushu made a sound in question, believing that the question was for him. However, she responded to him. "The adults who formed the Jutsu... They are not here!"
His statement brought many out of their lethargy.
"What happened...? My head hurts a lot..." Wasabi spoke in a heavy tone, trying to mitigate the discomfort she felt.
"Me too..." Her best friend soon agreed. The Chunin of both of them was practically on Namida, protecting her from the strange force that before seemed to want to swallow them all.
"I feel the same..." The Samurai girl lifted her chin from the ground, but she was still face down, with her gun to the side without letting go. "My body feels numb... and my muscles... My muscles keep demanding that I stop."
Within minutes, everyone was already seated, though more than conscious, they seemed dazed by what they had just experienced.
"What happened? Where is everyone?" The Uzumaki was the first to question what happened, expressing shared concern for the fate of the Chunin who accompanied them.
"Is that interesting?!" Enko, Doushu's companion, shuddered as she got on her hands and knees. "This pain... it is not normal. And suddenly everything has calmed down."
Boruto turned immediately when he heard Sarada's voice.
His two companions, Sarada and Mitsuki, did the same as Enko. They tried to get up, but their bodies didn't respond, and their faces reflected the pain they felt.
"I feel as if my Chakra has been completely depleted, but it hasn't." Mitsuki spoke, breathing heavily. "It may affect some more than others, but we are going through the same thing."
"Don't you feel the same way, Boruto?" Sarada asked.
With that already on the table, Boruto inspected the mark on his palm.
The Karma.
Certainly, his body felt numb, his hand trembled. However, he did not experience the discomfort that afflicted most.
"No... I can't feel anything."
Metal Lee's voice burst in, his face as pale as paper. While it was common for Metal to be nervous, in this situation his fear was palpable in the air.
"What's wrong, Metal-kun?!" Kaminarimon Denki asked with extreme concern.
Trembling in the process, the Younger Lee raised his hand. When he pointed in the direction he was looking, his voice trembled in the same way.
"What's wrong...?! Weren't we... does nothing there?"
Lee's words served as a common thread that led everyone to turn their attention in the direction indicated. As the wind swayed the leaves of the trees, the faces of the young men darkened with growing confusion.
Mirai turned away from Doushu, who was being cared for by her companions, and slowly advanced towards the front of the group, taking in every detail of the landscape that stretched out before her eyes.
"Konoha... It is ok." Mirai announced, enveloped in the cold breeze that caressed her face. The band on his arm with the familiar mark moved slightly, as if to confirm his words. "It's not destroyed... There is no smoke."
Mirai's words left everyone momentarily petrified. Iwabee broke the silence in a voice equally disturbed by his friends.
What matters is not whether there is smoke or not. What stands out is that the whole village seems to be as good as new...
"It's as if nothing had happened." Denki added, next to him.
The exchange of glances between the two young men reflected their mutual disbelief.
"The Jutsu!" Namida interrupted, her voice trembling. She held tightly to the collar of her soaked sweater. "The adults... didn't they say that this technique would take us back to the past?"
"That's impossible! No one can go back to the past!" Renga exclaimed, the tallest of the group, although his voice denoted hesitation. "Right, Mirai-san?"
Mirai was silent, staring at the horizon where the comforting image of Konoha rose in the evening light.
"Mirai-san?" Denki asked again, this time with greater urgency.
In the absence of an answer, everyone's hearts began to beat faster, each trying to find a logical explanation for what they were witnessing.
"Perhaps the village is still destroyed, but with some areas still intact." Someone suggested, trying to find a plausible explanation.
However, Mirai replied firmly:
"That's impossible. From the moment we went up, the village could clearly be destroyed. Even if the storm dulled my vision, traces of the destruction should remain."
A deathly silence came over the group, each in his own thoughts and fears, until Chou Chou broke the stillness with a call, his voice echoing with a hypnotizing tone that evidenced his growing uneasiness.
"To all this... Wasn't there a pretty ugly storm?" His terrified face was seen by his teammates, as well as by the others. "Why does it seem that not much fell? Everything was flooded not long ago."
"You're right!" They all affirmed their words, equally stunned. "The ground is wet, but it looks as if it was just a drizzle."
"Or a heavy rain, with wind in between." Taketori, the masked man, guessed in the middle of the disorderly discussion. "But there is nothing to indicate that the storm has passed through here! Even the trees look good..."
There they stood, in a mixture of amazement and confusion. The situation was disconcerting, and their stomachs were not at all comfortable with it. Despite the attempts of the most astute to analyze the situation in their minds, there were aspects that simply did not make sense.
At this moment, an ash-haired child suddenly turned around in terror, as if he had sensed something behind his back. He almost hugged himself, as if seeking to protect himself from an invisible threat.
"Inojin?!"
"What's wrong?! Is something wrong with you?!" His friends hurriedly asked.
However, he could not articulate a word. His jaw was shaking and he was beginning to break out in a cold sweat.
"Are you feeling well, Inojin-kun?! You're turning blue!" Tsuru approached his side, but got no answer.
As the dark-haired one searched for some clue as to what was happening to her fellow Ninjutsu doctor, Mirai watched the situation with an extremely alert eye, her instinct screaming inside.
Suddenly, something in her chest jumped, and Mirai didn't hesitate to act.
"Hide yourselves!" She exclaimed loud enough for everyone to hear.
It took only a few seconds, just a few. Most didn't know where to go or how to react to the sudden order. They made their way as soon as possible to the bushes on the side of the steep road, just after Mirai had taken Inojin. Within seconds, there were no traces of them anywhere.
There was a silence that spread, every second seemed endless. They didn't know what or who was fleeing, they just followed their instinct. And they were lucky to obey him.
Suddenly, when they had become accustomed to the sound of leaves swaying in the breeze, they felt the presence of outsiders. Where they were previously hidden, now lay two Anbu members. When his feet touched the ground, it seemed to set off a chain reaction.
The children hiding peered through the bushes, making sure their eyes didn't attract the attention of those masked Ninjas. The mere presence of these individuals made their blood run cold, especially for the three children whose teacher was Captain Anbu of the village.
Beyond that, none of them were used to seeing an Anbu member. Namida couldn't see, hiding her face in Wasabi's shoulder.
Tsubaki, on the other hand, was squatting, with one hand on his gun holster, his eyes fixed on the intruders, but not trying too hard. He used the utmost wisdom he had learned from his master in the Land of Iron, being one with the air so as not to attract attention.
Everyone was on alert, except Mirai. She was resting on the dirt floor, lying and attentive, her eyes fixed on the possible enemy. Meanwhile, Inojin trembled in his chest.
Inojin was being embraced by Mirai Sarutobi, more by instinct than anything else. She had dragged him towards her when he had frozen, and now they were in an awkward position where they couldn't move easily. The boy had his cheek resting on the black-haired girl's Chunin vest, and his eyes were so wide that it seemed that at any moment they would pop out of their sockets.
He didn't want to turn around and look at the Anbu. His heart was beating faster because he was struggling to hold his breath.
"What's going on? Why do you stop?" One of the Anbu spoke, causing all the children present to bite their tongues.
There were no more words. Until about six seconds later.
"It's nothing. It's just... that I thought I had felt more people."
"Oh? It's normal, the village is only about a two-minute run away." Answered the companion, who was waiting for the one who had stayed behind. "There are even people living near here, it's normal."
"Don't be so carefree." The other Anbu scolded him, his serious tone barely noticeable under the mask. "You're aware of what happened, aren't you? Tsunade-sama does not feel good about everything that has happened, no one is."
"I am aware of that."
"No. You're not." He chimed. "Akatsuki is not an easy enemy. Think. If someone as amazing and strong as Sarutobi Asuma-san was, was defeated, what awaits us?"
Just the last paragraph could freeze them all. But especially, to Mirai.
"What's next for us? If someone as amazing and strong as Sarutobi Asuma-san was."
"As expected of Asuma's daughter"
"Nothing like seeing Kurenai and Asuma's daughter act"
"We hope you will be the pride of the clan! You and your cousin would compete for the Hokage spot!"
"Not for nothing are you the granddaughter of the third"
His life flashed before his eyes. As if it were someone else's life, Mirai recalled all those moments. Yes, there were good moments. But there were also those moments when he thought that he would become nobody if he presented himself with that surname, which was so recognized even in the most distant villages.
But, above all, it was because of that issue.
The one that was talked about every time you saw him, but that was more detailed on one day of each year.
On the date on which his father died.
"Okay. We have to be alert." The most serious Anbu broke the crude silence that had been prolonged. "If you see any suspects, we have orders to treat them as a possible participant. We don't know if it could be them."
"Understood."
"If you've already done that, then we'd better go and report back."
With another claim, the two Anbu disappeared, after one last inspection of their surroundings.
Time passed, and when no one felt the presence of the Ninjas anymore, Boruto whispered to Inojin.
"Is there no one around? Is it safe to go out now?"
The Yamanaka shook his head tremblingly, still being embraced by a stupefied Mirai.
"I can't feel anyone's chakra. They're gone."
After Inojin said this, Renga and Iwabee picked up some bushes so as not to stick out so much. When they confirmed that the road was deserted, they could breathe easy.
"What was that? It was so sudden!" Wasabi exclaimed between heavy breaths. Everyone had been holding their breath.
"They were Anbu from Konoha... That was obvious just by looking at their masks." For the first time, Hako (Hoki's partner) spoke. She didn't breathe like the others, and she sat on his knees. His puppet with an unsettling smile was likewise sitting beside him. "I don't know what the adults did... but somehow they managed to return Konoha to normal."
"I wouldn't be so sure."
Those who immediately noticed the weight in Sarada's voice turned to look at her. Mirai settled in more comfortably (they hadn't come out of hiding yet) and helped Inojin do the same.
Although Mirai seemed to be not paying attention, she was the one who was most alert.
"Not only is Konoha fine now." The Uchiha began. "The climate, the forest and the Anbu. Weren't the Anbu the first to fall? There shouldn't be a single one left."
Unconsciously, or perhaps because they all thought the same thing, they glanced sideways at Inojin. He didn't see anyone. He would just sit still, cross his legs like a preschooler, and tighten the grip on his ankles to try to have maximum control of his surroundings.
Sarada paused her story for a moment, feeling bad for having touched on that subject.
"And if they did?!, T-They may be looking for survivors." Enko says from the back.
Sarada looks at her with a sad expression, intermingled with suspicion.
"They mentioned that they were looking for people... They sounded as if the people they were looking for were a threat. They would not speak of survivors like that."
"So...?"
Metal Lee had returned his trembling gaze to the direction in which the two Anbuses had departed, attempting to unravel the mystery that those two Anbu had left behind.
"They..."
Something so simple had sown doubt in them. Were there any surviving Anbus? It was impossible, they would never refuse an order, even if it was to die. Likewise, these Anbu appeared to be on an equal footing, and did not seem to be physically affected by the arduous battle in which the Anbu were ordered to attend.
Likewise, considering that the Filth might still be loose, none of those Anbu seemed to be worried about something similar.
"Also..." Sarada continued. "Tsunade-sama...? I haven't seen her since I was a child or after school. He doesn't set foot in Konoha very often."
"That's right...! Dad has been looking for her these last few days." Boruto reported. When he remembered it, his face saddened. "You didn't get answers... I know this because I kept talking about her. Everyone seemed restless."
Sarada watched Boruto for a moment. In her distressed expression, she seemed to find a simple explanation for what had generated a fight between mother and daughter in previous days.
"So... That's why mom..."
Sarada did not continue with her lament. It was a private thing, and I wished it would stay that way. I needed to find an answer to what was happening as soon as possible.
I couldn't go back in time and change things. The fight he had had with his mother was one of many, but this time it didn't culminate in a quiet hug, but a brief goodbye as he watched his mother enter the collapsing hospital.
He could not continue talking.
"Tsunade-sama was the fifth Hokage, wasn't she?!" Denki adjusted his glasses, the left glass of which was almost completely broken. "The adults who initiated that strange Jutsu, the supposed time flashback and this. If true... How many years exactly?, That an Anbu refers to one of the Hokage in the present tense as if he were still the authority, could mean..."
The doubt was suspended in the air, waiting to be resolved. Mirai stood up, her back to the children. They were all hidden among dense trees and bushes. Their movement, being one of the tallest, disturbed them a bit.
The silence became cold. Between confusion and fear, they waited impatiently for the eldest to say something. There was no definite order in what they had been told before they fainted.
For none of them it was necessary to say it out loud. Mirai, being the eldest and the first to become Chunin, was naturally seen as the squad leader.
Shikadai immediately noticed the uneasiness in the teenager. Ever since Konoha was mentioned, the Nara sharpened his ears. When he heard the name that resonated with him so much due to his father's constant stories, he cast a furtive glance at the black-haired woman. His lack of reaction said it all.
She was scared.
"Sixteen years ago, my father died." His voice calmed those who were waiting for his words. "Sarutobi Asuma, the son of the third Hokage, died before I was born. His murderer... He was someone from an extremely dangerous organization. Konoha had a hard time getting to it."
Everyone was speechless. The name "Akatsuki" was quite unknown to most, although some remembered hearing about it from their parents, unlike Sarada, who secretly knew the name as a result of a past confrontation in a foreign land, when she was barely studying at the Academy.
The surprise was widespread. Everyone remembered the most important moments in Konoha's history: the naming of the fifth Hokage, the changes in the laws, the fourth great ninja war...
Doing mental calculations, Shikadai became petrified. Boruto, worried, did not take his eyes off him.
"Sarutobi... Asuma..." Pale, Shikadai looked at Chou Chou. The girl, more focused than her classmates, seemed to remember something. "Do you remember? That is the name of our parents' teacher."
The Akimichi stared back at him for a moment.
"That's right...! Dad..." The brunette got stuck. Then, with a light pout, he lowered his head. "Dad told me about him..."
Shikadai and Chou Chou were silent. Until Inojin's barely audible voice, hugging his knees, reached them.
"He died a long time ago... our parents weren't even Jōnin." He said. "At least, that's what my dad told me."
"They weren't even Jōnin!? Seriously?!" Tsubaki exclaimed in a whisper. "The Ino-Shika-Chou is widely known, and they're elite Jōnin, aren't they? Given the circumstances, then... How long have we gone back?!"
Boruto choked on his saliva, his eyes darkened. Without saying another word, he looked at Mirai's back.
Following his gaze, everyone silently watched through the trees and bushes. Mirai couldn't see the village clearly, but something was visible through the vegetation. He watched in silence, recapitulating everything.
This had been a terrible day. The village had been destroyed, and to make matters worse, he had lost his father twice.
Suddenly, with no one able to see him, Mirai's brow furrowed determinedly.
A wave of unease came over Mirai as her mind plunged into the depths of uncertainty.
If they had really gone back in time, what implications would that have for the future? What would change and what would remain the same?
The thought that his father, Asuma Sarutobi, had just died relatively recently, filled his heart with sorrow and despair.
But an even more terrifying question loomed in his mind: What would happen to the person responsible for that death, the bloodthirsty Akatsuki member, Hidan?
The young ninja recalled reading about Hidan in the village's confidential archives, where his name resonated like the echo of a past tragedy.
However, he was now faced with the possibility that his actions in the present could alter the course of events.
What if his presence in the past somehow affected Hidan's fate? What if, as a result, his father never got justice?
These thoughts tormented her as her eyes were fixed on the other end of the village, where the groups, ready for the scroll challenge, had signaled their positions, before opening their eyes at another time. An urgent impulse enveloped her, fueled by the desperate need to prevent the tragedy from repeating itself.
However, all his doubts did not stop here. He could not afford to rush into his thoughts and jump to conclusions... he had promised Master Shikamaru.
So, he needed to clarify everything in his mind. He had heard nothing about his father, nor detected any warning signs in the voices of the Anbu; it had all been a product of his own mind.
He had to remain calm and composure if he didn't want to risk ending up like his people in Konoha.
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