“No, the sign just flipped over.”
Yahiko walked over to the signs belonging to Natsuki and Jiraiya.
Konan and Nagato then realized that while Yahiko was playfully wrestling with Nagato, he accidentally flipped these two signs, which were originally facing the frog side, to the red paper side.
They had never forgotten what Jiraiya had told them when he left.
If a sign was flipped to the red paper side, but the person was not in the small wooden house, it meant…
the person had passed away.
Yahiko very seriously flipped the signs belonging to Jiraiya and Natsuki back to the frog side, and chuckled, “Jiraiya and Teacher Natsuki can’t possibly have passed away.
War can’t kill them.
Our two teachers must both still be alive and well.”
Silence.
The three of them looked at the signs belonging to Jiraiya and Natsuki.
Their minds couldn’t help but recall the days they spent with Jiraiya.
Jiraiya would patiently teach them Ninjutsu.
When he drank too much, he would shamelessly brag to them.
And there was Natsuki.
Teacher Natsuki didn’t teach them many Ninjutsu, but he greatly improved their control over Ninjutsu.
Natsuki would often tell them about the beauty of Konoha, making them long for life in Konoha.
Teacher Natsuki was never stingy with his encouragement.
Even in the cold rain, Teacher Natsuki’s smile could make people feel very warm.
When the three of them founded the Akatsuki Organization, Teacher Natsuki not only didn’t object but strongly supported it.
Even the Akatsuki Organization’s cloud-patterned uniforms were personally designed by Teacher Natsuki!
It had been three months since they last saw Teacher Natsuki.
It had been six months since they last saw Teacher Jiraiya.
Although both teachers were Konoha’s Elite Jonin and very strong…
However…
The three of them were truly worried about the safety of these two teachers.
The battlefield was full of killing intent.
The war situation changed constantly.
Could the two teachers truly survive this Ninja World War?
Outside, the rain poured heavily.
A cold wind squeezed through the window cracks, making the flame in the small wooden house flicker unsteadily.
“Yahiko, Konan.”
In the silence, Nagato suddenly spoke in a low voice, “If Teacher Jiraiya and Teacher Natsuki have already died on the battlefield, what will you do?”
Konan’s heart tightened.
She bit her lip, not speaking, the imagined scene in her mind was very unpleasant.
Yahiko was silent for a few seconds, then frowned and said in a deep voice, “I will use every means to avenge our two teachers!”
“Me too,” Konan nodded.
“What about you, Nagato?”
“Me?
If I knew someone had killed our two teachers, I might not seek revenge immediately.”
Nagato stood with his back to the flame, his head slightly bowed, his face shrouded in shadow.
Yahiko was stunned by Nagato’s answer: “Nagato, you’re so ruthless?
You want to use the power of the Akatsuki Organization for revenge, did you ask for This Great One’s opinion!”
“Do you support it?”
“Nonsense!”
Yahiko slung his arm over Nagato’s shoulder and yelled, “I support it immensely!”
The appearance of the two teachers was like a ray of light in the cold darkness, allowing them, as war orphans, to see the beauty amidst the chaos.
They couldn’t help but long for peace.
If both teachers had passed away…
It would be like the light that illuminated them being extinguished.
The trio’s belief in peace might collapse then.
“You three little brats!
It’s only been six months, and you’re already ganging up to curse This Great One to death!”
A familiar angry shout, mixed with the sound of rain falling outside, suddenly rang out from beyond the door.
The three people in the small wooden house were first stunned, then suddenly turned their heads to look in the direction of the door.
Joy.
Excitement.
The three of them could hardly believe the voice they had just heard.
“Hurry up and open the door for This Great One!
You little brats!” Jiraiya yelled from outside the door.