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TSSITWON Chapter 196: Amegakure
🕑 Added 2025-02-16 11:57:54 +0000 UTCAs soon as he stepped outside, Aoki squinted as natural light touched his face. Aoki stood in a dense forest hidden far from the sight of ordinary humans. Around Aoki, tall trees with thick foliage towered, creating shadows that protected the existence of this base from enemy detection.
Aoki took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh forest air. However, he did not linger. Aoki had to move quickly towards Amegakure.
Without hesitation, Aoki dashed away, his body moving swiftly among the trees with remarkable agility. Aoki's steps were almost silent, like a shadow merging with nature.
If anyone were to ask why Aoki didn't immediately use the Reverse Summoning Jutsu, the answer was quite simple: Kuchiyose creatures could not always be in the Ninja World.
Kuchiyose had a time limit for staying in this world, and they could not be summoned by Aoki at will. Moreover, Aoki did not know many Mōsen from Jūmō-shi. While Aoki had several Kuchiyose contracts, he rarely summoned them unless in truly urgent situations.
Thus, the only reasonable option for Aoki was to move on his own.
With high speed, Aoki continued to dash towards Amegakure, passing through dense forests and rocky terrain without losing any speed.
In the distance, dark clouds began to appear—a sign that Amegakure, the village always shrouded in rain, was getting closer.
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Amegakure. A village that was never free from rain. Gray skies hung overhead, as if bearing silent witness to the suffering embedded in the soil of this village. Rainwater poured down heavily, forming small streams between the slippery rocks. A cold wind blew, carrying the distinctive scent of wet earth and metal.
Inside a narrow cave hidden among the rocks, three people gathered around a small campfire struggling to withstand the damp wind. The firelight danced on their faces, creating faint shadows that flickered on the rough, moss-covered walls of the cave.
They were Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan—three leaders of Akatsuki, an organization aspiring to bring change to this war-torn land.
Their bodies were still marked by the remnants of a recent battle. Dried blood stained their clothes, and several small wounds were visible on their skin. Yahiko, sitting between Nagato and Konan, was feeling pain in his injured arm. The white bandage wrapped around Yahiko's wrist was starting to change color, soaked with fresh blood.
"Yahiko, you’re too reckless," Nagato said, his voice calm yet firm. Nagato's sharp eyes looked at his friend, conveying a concern he did not want to show directly.
"Hahaha... Really?" Yahiko chuckled lightly, his expression remaining relaxed despite the stinging pain in his wound. A faint smile appeared on Yahiko's face, as if he considered all this nothing more than a regular experience.
"Yahiko!" Konan scolded in an annoyed tone as she tightened the bandage on Yahiko's arm. Konan's movements were a bit rougher than necessary, reflecting her repressed emotions.
"Agh! Konan! Be gentle! That hurts!" Yahiko winced, his eyes glancing at Konan with a pleading expression.
"Then you should be more careful!" Konan retorted sharply, her eyes showing a mix of exhaustion and frustration. "You always act so recklessly!"
Yahiko sighed and then put on a small smile. "Sorry, sorry. I promise I’ll be more careful next time," Yahiko said lightly.
Konan merely sighed deeply. She was too accustomed to Yahiko's tendency to challenge danger without thinking.
As they conversed, the sound of the heavy rain still dominated the atmosphere. However, amidst the sound of raindrops hitting the rocks, something else could be heard.
A sound of footsteps.
