If you don't want to unify the ninja world, why are you crying about the ninja village system?

The bustling crowds surged like a tide on every street in Yuyin Village. The noise, shouts and hawking sounds intertwined and echoed throughout the village.

The scene here seems like a magical painting. Even the battle-hardened Nagato has gotten lost in it many times.

Although he was on the first floor, when he looked up, what caught his eye was a skyscraper that was so high that he could not even see the top; and when he looked down, he could see a dense crowd of people flowing like a river below his feet.

Nagato couldn't help but feel a little confused, but he did not easily use the powerful strength he possessed as a ninja to find a way out. Instead, he chose to move forward step by step at a slow and steady pace.

Before he knew it, Nagato had reached a rooftop.

Here, he saw several elderly people sitting together playing chess with great concentration.

There was a strong desire to fight in their eyes, but this desire was not directed at each other. Instead, it was all focused on the small chessboard in front of them.

Nagato moved closer to watch curiously, wanting to understand what the charm of this chess game was.

He stood quietly by and listened for a long time, but he still could not understand those complicated and difficult rules.

Apart from that, all he heard were the old people talking about some trivial household matters and interesting stories among the neighbors.

Despite this, Nagato still listened patiently, hoping to gain even a little useful clue from it.

After finding nothing, Nagato set out on the road again.

This street presents a prosperous scene, and the atmosphere is lively and cheerful everywhere.

People of all kinds passed by him, and from their facial expressions he could clearly feel that the residents here lived a very happy and peaceful life. Almost everyone had a satisfied and bright smile on their face, without any sign of fear or uneasiness.

Nagato continued to stroll in this seemingly never-ending prosperity, each step was on the soft and clean bluestone slabs, and constant laughter was in his ears, which formed a sharp contrast with the war-torn and devastated world in his memory.

In this world, there is no shadow of war, no flame of hatred; everything seems so harmonious and perfect.

He passed by an open square where many children gathered. They were chasing and playing, flying colorful kites. All kinds of kites in the sky were competing with each other in beauty, just like childhood dreams flying freely in the blue sky.

Nagato stopped and stared at the scene, his heart filled with unprecedented warmth and tranquility.

He thought of his own loneliness and despair, and then looked at the carefree children in front of him, and couldn't help but feel an indescribable emotion in his heart.

Afterwards, Nagato walked into a teahouse, which was also very lively. People sat together, drinking tea and chatting, with happy and satisfied smiles on their faces.

The storyteller in the teahouse was passionately telling an ancient and legendary story. The audience was fascinated and burst into laughter or exclamations from time to time.

Nagato found a seat by the window, ordered a pot of the local specialty tea, and listened quietly to the stories about courage, love, and sacrifice. His heart seemed to be touched by some kind of power. Those stories made him see the most glorious side of human nature.

When it came time to pay the bill, he realized that he seemed to have no money to pay the other party.

But the teahouse owner just waved his hand and told him to bring money next time.

Nagato hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help asking, "If I don't come, wouldn't you be at a loss? Do you trust me so much?"

Unexpectedly, the teahouse owner just laughed.

"That means you're really in trouble. It's just a pot of tea. It's okay."

As night fell, Nagato stood on a bridge, looking at the lights reflected on the river, his heart filled with unprecedented peace and hope.

Although this world is still unfamiliar to him, he can feel that everyone here is contributing to this peace and beauty in his or her own way.

"Xiao Nan...are you okay?"

He murmured softly, and his voice seemed to come from far away, with a hint of confusion and helplessness.

His eyes, which were once bright and lively, now became dull and lifeless, his gaze was scattered and wandering, as if he could not focus on the things in front of him.

This place is indeed as beautiful as people say.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, the breeze gently caresses your face, bringing bursts of fresh air; among the singing birds and the fragrant flowers, colorful butterflies dance gracefully, just like a colorful painting unfolding before your eyes.

However, it all seemed so strange to him.

In this seemingly perfect world, he couldn't find any familiar figure.

Those friends and relatives who once laughed, cried and struggled with him are now nowhere to be found.

He wandered alone in this beautiful yet lonely land, his heart filled with endless loss and confusion.

"Nagato."

At this moment, a female voice that was extremely familiar but made Nagato feel a little dazed came into his ears like the sound of nature.

The voice seemed to have traveled through a long time tunnel, carrying memories and emotions from the past, gently plucking the softest heartstrings deep in Nagato's heart.

Nagato subconsciously turned his head slowly, and his eyes happened to meet Konan's blurred and charming eyes.

In an instant, time seemed to freeze, and the only things left in the world were the two of them gazing at each other.

There seemed to be a thin layer of mist spreading in Xiaonan's eyes, which made her already charming eyes even more hazy and beautiful.

The slightly narrowed eyes revealed an indescribable charm and shyness; the long eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings, as if telling a secret that had been hidden deep in the heart for a long time.

Nagato just stared at Konan, and was completely stunned for a moment.

He never thought that when he saw Xiaonan again, he would be shocked by her beautiful and charming appearance.

The Xiaonan in my memory was gentle and lovely, but the girl in front of me at this moment has the charm and flavor unique to a mature woman, which makes people involuntarily indulge in her.

"you……"

Xiaonan's face, which was originally as pale as paper, struggled to force out a smile that was uglier than crying.

However, this smile was instantly drowned by surging tears. Crystal clear tears slid down her thin cheeks, drop by drop, and soon soaked her clothes.

"Nagato! I'm so glad you're okay!!"