Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

Different from Orochimaru's collection of corpses, in the center of Amegakure Village, where there are the largest number of residents, a boy in a black cloak who looks like a teenager is using every possible reason to persuade those who are suffering to follow him. Walk.

He has been in Yuyin for more than two months. In these two months, he has seen through the essence of this country.

War and poverty can turn a good person into a bad person, and long-term war and poverty can turn a group of good people into bad people.

Although it is the center of Yuyin Village, there are very few people on the street, even during the day.

The vegetables and fruits sold in the fruit and vegetable store were not fresh, so the boss had to sprinkle a small amount of water from the bucket on them many times to make them look moist. As for the water, he collected it under the eaves. rainwater.

Butcher shops and fish shops are deserted.

There are orphans digging through trash cans and stray dogs in the alley.

The boy was walking on the street, watching all this, and felt intuitively that this country would have no future even if it did not perish in the war.

There was a child huddled in the corner. He looked like he was only five or six years old. He looked like he hadn't eaten for a long time and looked sallow and malnourished.

The boy's footsteps stopped in front of the child, and his right hand dug in his pocket, and finally took out a pack of biscuits.

He handed it to the child with a gentle smile and said, "Are you hungry? Let me give it to you."

The child raised his dirty face to look at him. The first thing he saw was the hand holding the biscuit. This hand was very thin and skinny, just like his own. However, his face looked different. He looks full, has gentle eyes and a warm smile.

Without any further hesitation, the child snatched the biscuits and ate them hungrily.

The young man stood in front of the child and watched him eat, with no intention of leaving. The rain hit his rainproof cloak, and only half of his face was exposed.

He smiled, looking very gentle and harmless.

He was chatting with the child, talking about his parents and relatives, and how to plan for the future.

An ordinary child of five or six years old is at a loss about the future. Just living is very difficult, and he cannot see the future at all.

Looking into the child's blank eyes, the young man laughed and asked him: "Do you believe in gods?"

The child was still chewing the biscuits in his mouth. He shook his head, nodded, and shook his head again. He was very confused.

"If you stay here any longer, you might die. Do you want to come with me?"

"Are you following my brother?" the child asked him, staring at his eyes that were a little protruding due to being too thin.

The young man nodded, "Ah, go to my hometown. There are many people like you there, including children and adults. When you get there, maybe you will have friends, brothers, sisters, and even parents."

"They... are all dead a long time ago..."

"It will be there, so do you want to go?"

"Is there food there?"

What can a child understand? He does not need those high-sounding emotional reasons. Survival and not going hungry are what he cares most about now.

Many years ago, in a certain underground stronghold, a woman once asked them with an innocent smile during a time of great danger: "Aren't your experimental subjects given food?"

Taking a deep breath, the young man smiled again, "Yes, there is food to eat."

"I'll go." Almost without thinking, the child agreed.

The young man raised his eyebrows. He was still not very good at grasping the minds of children. Although he had grown up as a child, those events were so many years ago that he had already forgotten them all.

It is simply too easy to kidnap people in a war-prone village.

It's best to lie to children. A pack of biscuits, a piece of bread, or a few sausages can make those children who have no ability to earn a living follow them obediently.

The trouble is adults. Now that adults have the ability to distinguish between good and evil, it is a little more difficult to deceive them. Fortunately, there are such things as gods in this world.

The more suffering we are in and unable to change anything, the more we place our hope on illusory gods.

They needed gods, so the young man created gods for them.

"Have you heard of the evil god?" He couldn't remember the first time he asked an adult when he wanted to abduct an adult on the street.

What is the evil god? It just doesn’t sound like a good god. But in the young man’s words, the evil god is a god responsible for justice. Countries that provoke war have their own evil gods to destroy them. Those countries that rely on war to cause national disaster The profiteers who make money also have their own evil gods to deal with them.

"Only the evil god can see your suffering. If the evil god is embodied in the human world, he is a bit like a righteous thief, robbing the rich and giving to the poor. Be a believer of the evil god, carry forward the evil god's religion, and gain peace of mind from then on..."

Such words are too attractive to a person who is precarious and may be implicated in death at any time due to the battle between the enemy and ourselves. The long-term suffering has made them numb and despairing, and they want peace.

If the orthodox gods cannot protect them, they are willing to believe in other gods. This can also be regarded as a kind of spiritual salvation. The more desperate they are, the more they need to rely on some kind of faith.

The boy's words were like the bread of happiness tempting them.

They saw the young man talking to them with an innocent smile on his face, his bright red lips opening and closing as he said something.

He said: "The evil god has seen your suffering, come on, become a believer of the evil god."

Different people have different demands, and this young man will clarify the person's demands through a short chat after giving him a small favor, and then prescribe the right medicine. Every sentence he says is on the top of their hearts, and he never fails.

The number of people he obtained was still not enough to support his experiment, so he had to take advantage of the war to get more people.

This afternoon, the boy was still wandering around the street picking targets. When he was passing through an alley and preparing to turn to another street, a boy hiding at the entrance of the alley caught his eye.

The child was about six or seven years old, wearing a shabby raincoat. His thin body was pressed against the wall, half of his face exposed and staring at the fish shop diagonally across.

The boy attracted the boy's attention because he had very conspicuous red hair.

This color was not unfamiliar to the young man. Many years ago, when he was on the verge of death, he relied on the blood of that tribe to save his life.

"The orphan of the Uzumaki clan?" he murmured to himself.

The young man didn't notice someone approaching from behind. A pair of eyes hidden under his bangs were staring at the fish shop. Due to poor business, the lackluster fish shop owner was sitting on a stool and dozing off.

A young man with short orange hair was quietly sneaking in through the entrance on the other side. His purpose was very clear, which was to steal some food.

Next to him, there was a little girl with blue hair standing there nervously. Her role was to divert the attention of the fish shop owner if he suddenly woke up.

Today, it was the turn of the red-haired boy to wait here. He was very nervous. Every time he stole something, he was very nervous. He was so nervous that his legs could not stop shaking slightly.

When his parents were still alive, he was a good boy and never did such a thing.

But this war...

Finally, the red-haired boy felt the stranger approaching, his heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he suddenly came back to reality.

He turned around and saw a young man wearing a black cloak standing behind him.