"The Amegakure is deeply mired in war, and countless people like us, whose lives have been destroyed by war, are living in dire straits."
"The reason I Cultivate Medical Ninjutsu with Master Tsunade is to save more lives."
"With great power comes great responsibility."
"I cannot enjoy my current stable life with a clear conscience."
"I want to save people."
Shiratori Rin lowered his head, tears dripping onto the table.
"Even if you don't agree, I will go."
"I'm sorry."
Jiraiya looked at his bowed head, at his continuously falling tears, and said helplessly, "Rin, no need to apologize, there's no need to apologize."
As Shiratori Rin's teacher, he was proud to have a Disciple like Shiratori Rin.
With great power comes great responsibility.
Who would have thought that Shiratori Rin, an eight-year-old child, could say such words?
"Ding!"
"The System detected Jiraiya's affection value +1000."
"Ding!"
"Your companion Cursed Spirit Rika Orimoto's Rank has increased to 47%."
"Master Jiraiya…"
Shiratori Rin looked up, touched, his eyes blurred with tears.
Jiraiya smiled at him encouragingly.
"But it's very dangerous."
Konan said softly.
Tears welled up in her eyes; she wanted to keep Shiratori Rin.
She did not want Shiratori Rin to get hurt.
The terror of those Ninja had left a deep shadow in her heart.
"I'm not afraid of danger, I will be careful."
Shiratori Rin promised Konan.
Konan did not know what to say to make Shiratori Rin stay.
This was Rin's own choice.
If she insisted on stopping Rin, Rin would definitely be sad.
But letting him go like this, she worried about Rin's safety.
Konan's brows furrowed like caterpillars, deeply conflicted.
"I will work hard to Cultivate."
Nagato, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.
Jiraiya and Yahiko were stunned.
Shiratori Rin also looked at Nagato.
Nagato raised his head, his Rinnegan, revealed from beneath his red hair, was full of seriousness, and he said word by word, "When my strength catches up to Rin, I will change the Amegakure with Rin!"
"Ding!"
"The System detected Nagato's affection value +1000."
Jiraiya was stunned when the usually reserved Nagato suddenly said something like this.
The next second, Yahiko, beside Jiraiya, slammed the table and stood up with great passion.
Yahiko wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and shouted loudly, "Nagato is right!"
He looked at Shiratori Rin, as if making a vow: "I will also work hard to Cultivate! We will find you then! Let's achieve our dreams together!"
"Ding!"
"The System detected Yahiko's affection value +1000."
"A total of 2000 affection points have been collected, and your companion Cursed Spirit Rika Orimoto's Rank has increased to 49%."
Jiraiya looked at the genuine emotions in the children's eyes and could not help but smile.
Hearing the System's broadcast, Shiratori Rin could not help but beam with joy; he nodded to Yahiko and the other two, promising, "I'll wait for you."
Until Yahiko, Konan, and Nagato could no longer contribute affection points to him.
After lunch, Jiraiya, Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan stood at the door of the wooden house to bid farewell to Shiratori Rin.
Shiratori Rin, carrying his backpack, waved at them.
Jiraiya and the others watched Shiratori Rin's figure walk away.
Shiratori Rin climbed the hillside, and the small wooden house by the sea had become only the size of a fist.
He walked towards the center of the Amegakure without looking back.
The wooden house by the sea was nearly twenty kilometers from the center of the Amegakure.
There was no one in sight on the road.
Thanks to the physical training during this period, the twenty kilometers were not difficult for him.
Shiratori Rin stopped and took a breath.
Ahead was a lush forest.
As long as he passed through this forest, he would be able to reach the center of the Amegakure.
When he reached the central town, the first thing he wanted to do was to sharpen his sword.
Jiraiya was a good person; when he left, he even put money in his bag.
Stepping into the forest, Shiratori Rin raised his guard.
The Amegakure was in turmoil, and any place could suddenly turn into a battlefield.
The forest in front of him was the best place for Ninja battles.
The dense trees supported huge canopies, blocking the already dim daylight, and Shiratori Rin's vision instantly became dim.
He carefully stepped on the damp humus.
A faint smell of rust permeated the air.
The thick tree trunks around were covered with traces left by various Ninjutsu and Ninja tools.
The deeper he went into the forest, the taller the trees became, with gnarled veins exposed on the surface, and roots deeply embedded in the black soil.
Shiratori Rin leaned against an ancient tree beside him, climbed onto a raised root, and as soon as his foot landed, his body immediately plummeted uncontrollably.
Something was pulling him down?
Shiratori Rin's heart almost flew out.
He immediately stabilized himself, struggling and looking down at the same time; a hand covered in mud and blood tightly gripped his ankle.
No matter how Shiratori Rin kicked, the owner of this hand refused to let go.
Not sensing danger, after his heartbeat calmed, Shiratori Rin carefully squatted down towards the person on the ground.
Black mist swirled around his ring.
As long as the person on the ground made any rash move, Rika could instantly tear him to shreds.
Shiratori Rin brushed away a thick layer of fallen leaves.
A cold light was reflected in his eyes.
It was the light reflected from a forehead protector.
During his time in the wooden house, Jiraiya not only taught them physical techniques and Ninjutsu but also explained knowledge about the Ninja World.
From the pattern on the forehead protector, the Ninja in front of him was a Ninja from the Amegakure.
"Save…"
"Save…"
"Me…"
His pale, cracked lips moved, emitting a faint breath.
Shiratori Rin's gaze moved downwards, seeing a huge penetrating wound on the Ninja's chest.
Shiratori Rin: "…"
Even Tsunade would not be able to heal such a severe injury.
But Tsunade not being able to heal it did not mean he could not.
As long as the Ninja in front of him still had a breath left, his Reverse Technique could heal him.
Green light emanated from Shiratori Rin's hand.
The Ninja's wound was enveloped in green light.
Due to excessive blood loss, he could not even open his eyes.
Sending out a distress signal had exhausted all his strength.
Intense pain was like a needle forcefully piercing his brain.
His numb and hazy consciousness suddenly cleared.
The sharp pain slowly receded like a tide.
Senba Suzume forced his eyelids open, his vision blurry.
He blinked, feeling strength return to his body.
Who saved him?
His pupils slowly moved, his vision gradually became clear, and the tender face of a child beside him entered his sight.
"You're awake?"
Shiratori Rin looked at the Rain Ninja who had opened his eyes.
Senba Suzume supported himself with his hands on the ground and sat up.
He placed his hand on his chest, feeling smooth skin, and his pupils constricted to pinpricks.
Where was his wound?
Senba Suzume's gaze was firmly fixed on Shiratori Rin.