Naruto: Starting from the pursuit of Tsunade

On an unknown mountain in the Water Kingdom.

The sound of dripping water can be heard faintly in the dim cave.

There were many men and women sitting in the cave, with haggard faces and tattered clothes.

Many people also had injuries on their bodies, which were casually bandaged.

Suddenly, a young man rushed in from outside.

Everyone started like frightened birds, and the temperature in the cave dropped suddenly.

"It's me! It's me."

The young man hurriedly explained, fearing that he might be injured by mistake.

After seeing clearly that the person coming was a member of the tribe, everyone sat down in shock, with panic and fear in their eyes lingering for a long time.

The young man came and stood in front of a middle-aged man, his face full of sadness.

"Clan leader, Fujiya sacrificed himself in order to lure away the ANBU."

In just one night, they became homeless.

The family that originally had hundreds of people now has less than twenty people left.

Moreover, the Kirigakure Anbu is still searching for them, and it seems they want to kill them all.

After so many days of fleeing, the number of tribesmen continues to decrease.

No one knows if he or she will be the next one.

"Damn Mizukage."

"We, the Snow Clan, have endured this for so many years, but he still won't let us go."

"I should have accepted the invitation from the Kaguya clan earlier."

The middle-aged man was the patriarch of the Snow Clan. He punched the stone wall beside him in anger.

The fist that was not wrapped in chakra was instantly torn apart, and blood slowly flowed down the stone wall.

The Kaguya clan had invited him to join in their rebellion in their early years.

Because he was hoping for a lucky break, he neither agreed nor exposed the matter.

Now the Hyuga clan is still safe and sound, but his Snow clan is on the verge of extinction.

"Chief, will the distress letter we sent out still be effective?"

This was not the first time the young man had asked this question. It was their last straw.

"I don't know either. It's been so long. I'm afraid..."

The patriarch stroked his forehead with his bloody hand and did not say the rest.

"The Anbu's search area is getting smaller and smaller."

"We can't hide for much longer."

"If there is no rescue, we can only fight to the death."

"Everyone who can get out will be the best. At worst, we can hide our identities in the future."

"The bloodline of our Snow Clan has not yet been cut off."

The young man understood what the clan leader meant, and knew that they would probably have to rely on themselves.

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and his eyes became more determined.

"Ah~ You're right. It's time for me to make a decision."

The patriarch has been hesitating and waiting.

But there is no time now. If they take the initiative to break out, they still have a chance.

If he hid in the cave and was discovered and surrounded by the secret forces of the Hidden Mist Village, he would be dead for sure.

By then, the bloodline of the Snow Clan will be cut off in his hands.

This sin is too heavy for him to bear!!

"Patriarch, please give the order."

"I am willing to be a pioneer, and I will never regret it even if I die."

The young man lost both his parents in the massacre and is now determined to die.

"You are still young, it is not your turn."

"It won't be too late for you to say this after I die."

The patriarch stood up and patted the young man's shoulder heavily.

"Clan leader..."

The young man wanted to open his mouth to refute but was interrupted.

"Stop talking. It doesn't make sense for the clan leader to stay back."

The patriarch walked past the young man and came among the tribesmen.

"I don't need to say much about the current situation."

"I will lead you to break out later."

"Run as far as you can if you can survive."

"From now on, there will be no Snow Clan in this world."

The patriarch's eyes were red and tears were flowing down without him noticing.

"Clan leader."

"Clan leader."

All the tribesmen understood what he meant.

For a moment, a tragic mood spread among the crowd.

"Have a good rest, so that you will have the energy to break through when the time comes."

The patriarch raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes and gave a forced smile.

After making this difficult decision, he felt relieved.

"Yes."

The tribesmen responded in a deep voice. Although breaking out was dangerous, there was no better way.

.....

"There are ghost paintings here."

Rope Tree found the mark left by the Snow Clan in a hidden corner.

Minato moved at the sound and went over to take a look.

"It should be not far away. Look carefully."

Finding this mark showed that they were in the right place.

As they continued to move forward, they soon discovered multiple markings.

"Their situation should be very dangerous."

"Otherwise there wouldn't be so many marks left."

“It’s too easy to be discovered.”

Minato analyzed the situation and it turned out to be just as he expected.

"They haven't been killed yet."

A bad idea came into Shengshu's mind.

If the Snow Clan were really killed by the Anbu of the Hidden Mist Village, their trip would be in vain.

After running such a long way and suffering so much, it was hard for him to accept this outcome.

It's impossible to find a few corpses and bring them back to report, right?

"Crow's Mouth."

"Say something nice."

Minato rolled his eyes at him, he really only said bad things.

"Hehe~ I'm just saying it casually."

"Let's look further ahead."

After saying this, Sheng Shu walked forward in the direction of the mark.

After walking for an unknown distance, they found another mark and then found nothing else.

"The marking ends here."

"It looks like the situation is worse than we expected."

"We need to speed up."

Minato frowned, already beginning to feel that what Nawaki said might happen.

If it wasn't extremely dangerous, the Snow Clan would not have left a mark.

"If they are still alive, they must be in this mountain."

"But now the markings are broken, it will be difficult for us to find them."

Shengshu rubbed his temples and felt a little headache.

"Let's go in this direction first."

"If they're alive, we should be able to run into the Kirigakure ANBU soon."

Minato's inference was very reasonable. If the Snow Clan could not encounter the Anbu of the Hidden Mist Village, the chance of survival would be infinitely close to zero.

It is impossible for the Anbu of the Hidden Mist Village who have completed their mission to still be wandering around in these mountains.

"Well, that's all."

Rope Tree couldn't think of a better way, so the group followed Minato in the direction indicated by the last marker.

As it gets darker, the growls of wild animals can occasionally be heard.

Under the cover of night, their figures are more concealed.

Suddenly, Nagato stopped.

"Brother, there is someone ahead."

As a member of the Uzumaki clan, and with the blessing of the Rinnegan, Nagato has excellent perception abilities.

"I'll go over and take a look."

Minato left the Flying Thunder God Mark at the spot where he was and sneaked over alone.

Shengshu took the remaining people into hiding.

Not long after, Minato came back carrying a masked Anbu from the Hidden Mist Village.

"Fortunately, we are not too late."

Minato threw the ANBU to the ground before he could question him.

"I come."

Lions are also good at interrogation.

He carried the Anbu to a secluded corner, and after a while came out clapping his hands.

"They haven't found anyone yet."

“It’s just that the general scope has been determined.”

"Right in their encirclement."

The lion told everyone the information he had obtained, which was good news for everyone.

"That's good, let's go."

Minato led everyone forward again, but he was more cautious.

They have entered the encirclement of the Kirigakure Village's Anbu and may be discovered at any time.