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Within the Fire Country's borders.
In Konoha Village.
Inside an residence, a serious conversation was taking place.
"Let's go! The frontline situation seems to have changed again!"
After seeing an urgent report, Tsunade, who had just returned to the village a few days ago, urgently summoned Orochimaru, Jiraiya, and others. She spoke with a somewhat grave expression.
Looking at the report, even Jiraiya, who was known for his carefree personality, put on a serious tone and said, "Many shinobi from Konoha and even Suna have been affected by poison gas? Could it be the work of the Rain Village's leader?"
"It seems this time... the Rain Village is finally showing its fangs!"
Orochimaru's usually pale face now had a hint of seriousness, and his eyes gleamed with coldness as he spoke hoarsely.
"Regardless, let's go and meet this guy... who dares to call himself a demigod."
The three of them exchanged glances.
With a slight smile at the corners of their mouths, they shared a confident look in their eyes.
...
At the same time.
Within the continuously rainy Land of Rain's borders.
On a battlefield where shinobi from Konoha, the Rain Village, and Suna were engaged in a fierce battle.
In a hidden base of the Sand Village.
"Captain Chiyo, please take a look at this situation. Our shinobi forces have suffered significant losses due to inhaling this poison gas!"
"Our poison experts haven't been able to figure out the antidote for this toxin!"
An anxious Suna shinobi said to the middle-aged woman before him.
Chiyo, with a grave expression, looked at the blackened body of the poisoned Suna shinobi lying on a stretcher and said in a deep voice, "Quickly prepare the equipment. I will try to concoct an antidote for this poison. If we don't discover the composition of this toxin soon, we won't be able to create an antidote!"
"Hurry!"
Hearing Chiyo's words, the nearby Suna shinobi rushed outside to find the necessary equipment for detoxification.
Chiyo then examined the eyes of the poisoned Suna shinobi, her expression extremely serious.
This toxin... poison mist?
Could it be the handiwork of the Rain Village's leader...
While Chiyo was anxiously dealing with the casualties among the Suna shinobi on the battlefield,
In the Sand Village.
In Chiyo's home.
A red-haired boy named Sasori was sitting among a pile of broken puppet parts.
His young face remained devoid of any expression.
Compared to two years ago, he had grown a bit, but he had also lost his smile.
After Sasori's parents had died, Chiyo, in an effort to keep the young Sasori from feeling sorrow, had taught him puppetry as a way to pass the time.
However, it was unexpectedly discovered that Sasori possessed astonishing talent in puppetry.
This discovery both delighted and worried Chiyo.
Due to the intensifying conflict, Chiyo had been called back to the battlefield because of her irreplaceable role.
As a result, she had left Sasori alone at home.
The young Sasori now had plenty of free time to utilize his extraordinary talent in puppetry.
"Click!" "Clack!"...
He would occasionally pick up a puppet part from the scattered pile and disassemble or assemble it.
Time passed slowly.
Before long, two puppets larger than him slowly took shape in his hands...
Watching this scene, Sasori's small face, devoid of expression, had a faint gleam of light in his large eyes.
"Hiss!" "Hiss!"...
He gently extended his young, tender hand, and several chakra strings flowed out from his fingertips, wrapping around the two puppets.
"Snap!" "Snap!"...
Under Sasori's control, the puppets moved slowly, taking deliberate steps.
Sasori looked at this scene, his eyes filled with excitement.
Before long,
The two puppets had actually walked up to him, crossing in front of him and embracing him as if they were hugging him.
Feeling the sensation of being enveloped by the two puppets,
Sasori slowly closed his eyes, and a rare warm smile appeared on his otherwise expressionless face.
Father... Mother...
You've come back...
...
At the same time.
Within the borders of the Land of Rain.
Inside an abandoned hut.
Nagato, with long red hair, slowly woke up from his unconscious state.
Upon seeing several ninja lying in the room, his face displayed an expression of shock and anxiety.
However, when he saw his parents lying lifeless on the ground, their bodies already cold, a hint of sorrow flickered in his eyes.
Only after confirming that all the ninjas present had died did Nagato finally let out a sigh of relief.
Though he didn't know what had happened, it was best to leave this place as soon as possible...
Next, Nagato laboriously dug a large pit near the house and carefully buried his parents' bodies in it.
Then he gently covered the earth over them.
As he buried them, his tears flowed down uncontrollably.
Finally, he dragged his exhausted body away from that place.
...
Several days later.
In a barren town.
Nagato slowly wandered to this place.
Because of the war, there were many children like him.
No one would pity them because everyone was suffering greatly in this war.
Hungry and exhausted, Nagato couldn't move any further. He slowly found a corner, crouched down, and lowered his head.
This will do...
Perhaps... he would be able to join his parents in a while...
With these thoughts in mind, Nagato slowly closed his eyes.
At that moment,
"Big brother Yahiko, there's a child here, and he looks really hungry."
A clear and warm voice slowly reached Nagato's ears, but he had no strength to lift his head and look.
"But... we don't have much food left, Konan."
"Fine, fine... stop looking at me like that... really... here, you can have it!"
A slightly childish voice sounded resigned.
"I knew big brother Yahiko would always treat Konan the best!"
Hearing Yahiko's words, Konan's face lit up with a happy smile.
Listening to their conversation, Nagato, who had no strength left, lowered his head deeply.
Konan... Yahiko... are these their names?
Suddenly,
A voice filled with concern came from in front of him.
"Are you okay? Have something to eat. If you continue like this, you won't be able to hold on much longer."
Hearing the voice of concern so close to his ear, Nagato struggled to lift his head and slowly opened his eyes.
A rare warm ray of sunlight, barely visible in the sky, shone gently upon Konan.
She smiled faintly at Nagato, radiating warmth, and said with care, "It's alright, eat something quickly."
Nagato stared blankly at Konan, who shone like an angel, with a warm smile on her face, his voice trembling as he replied, "Tha... thank you."
He would probably never forget this moment.
Because, on this day...