Naruto's Journey to Training

Rentaro was in a trance for a moment, and the space around him began to rapidly retreat, back to the time when nothing had happened yet.

At this time, he saw the girl who had just been chased by the clerk.

The girl was standing at the door of a convenience store. Her dirty little face was looking at the goods on display in the store through the glass window with a hungry look on her face.

But the girl just watched from outside the glass and did not go in to steal anything as the clerk said.

Instead, a wretched, fat man came over and smiled at the girl.

"Little sister, are you hungry?"

The little girl instinctively took a step back. When the man saw the little girl's action, a gloomy look flashed across his face.

Then, as if he thought of something, he took out a few bottles of food similar to eight-treasure porridge from the store and handed them to the girl.

"Take these and eat them!" He handed the food to the girl's chest without even noticing the girl's refusal.

The girl didn't understand what the man was trying to do, but she was really hungry, so she instinctively took the man in her arms.

However, when the girl took him in his arms, the man's eyes changed instantly.

"Since you've accepted my food, you have to be my pet!"

After saying this, the fat man opened his arms and hugged the girl, his face full of a twisted and perverted expression.

The little girl had never seen such a scene before. She reacted instinctively and kicked the man between his legs with her calf.

The man's face turned pale, and he covered his legs and wailed in pain. Just then, everyone in the store looked at him with puzzled eyes.

The man endured the pain and looked at the little girl angrily, then yelled at everyone.

"This little monster is stealing things, don't let her get away!"

At this time, the clerk in the store did not try to confirm whether what the man said was true.

When I saw the girl's scarlet eyes, I called the police without thinking.

The girl wanted to explain, but she saw the people in the store making fierce accusations, and the security guards patrolling nearby were already walking towards the store.

I can no longer explain myself.

The little girl was in a state of panic and instinctively began to run away, which led to the two shop assistants chasing the little girl all the way down the street.

I thought the scene ended here, but the follow-up is still developing. But this time there are no three mysterious people who came to stop the girl from being taken away.

Since no one stopped the little girl, she was successfully taken away by the security guards. However, as a bystander, Rentaro discovered that the police car did not go to the police station, but went to an abandoned building.

The man with glasses took the struggling little girl out of the car, and the scene that followed made Rentaro breathless.

Because the two guards took out their pistols without hesitation, pointed them at the little girl, and pulled the trigger with a morbid smile on their faces.

As the dark space was illuminated by a few flashes of fire, the girl fell to the ground twitching with a large amount of blood flowing, her eyes filled with extreme despair.

"She obviously didn't do anything, but why did she die?"

The girl looked at the bystander Rentaro with desperate eyes, and her eyes seemed to be constantly asking why this happened!

Rentaro kept backing away from the girl's abyss-like gaze.

The body trembled slightly.

Finally, he couldn't stand this kind of oppression anymore, so he yelled and rushed out of the abandoned building.

The scene changed, and Rentaro was shaking as he held his pistol, breathing heavily.

"Now you understand why we killed them, because they don't deserve to live as human beings!"

After saying this, without caring about Rentaro whose worldview had just been shattered, he turned around and stabbed the guard, who had a broken arm and was trying to escape from here step by step cautiously, enduring fear, into the throat.

The middle-aged man wearing thick glasses had a frightened face that instantly became distorted.

His eyes widened, as if his eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets, and his mouth opened wide, making a hissing sound, like the sound of wind leaking through a broken window.

One hand was tightly covering his throat, and his finger joints turned white from excessive force.

You can see that traces of blood are slowly seeping out from between his fingers, staining his palms and sleeves red.

Even so, he was unwilling to fall down. His legs kept shaking as he tried to support his shaky body, but in the end he was powerless to resist the invasion of the dark power.

As time went by, his eyes gradually lost their luster, and he slowly, bit by bit, sank into endless darkness...

Seeing this scene, Rentaro, who was originally breathing heavily, couldn't help but tremble again.

"That's enough. No matter what, they haven't done anything yet! Why are you killing them like this?"

Lanshan couldn't help but smile.

"You mean we have to wait until the child dies before we kill them? Judging from their skilled operation procedures, it's obvious that this is not the first time.

What about those children we happened to encounter this time but didn’t? They must have died to the point where only bones are left!”

"In your eyes, we killed two beasts and made you so angry. Then these two beasts killed so many innocent children. Wouldn't you eat their flesh and drink their blood? Then what are you angry about at this moment?

Or maybe you are just like the demons in this city, thinking that those children are not human, or maybe you are so nice to Yeonju just because she can help you in the battle, or maybe you just feel sorry for her!"

Faced with Arashiyama's series of questions, Rentaro's eyes fluctuated violently.

He quickly looked at Yeon-joo who was crying with her hands covering her mouth.

"No! It's not like that, I just..."

Rentaro couldn't help but take a step back.

Because the man in front of him seemed to have pierced his last layer of fig leaf, leaving his heart, which he thought was righteous, full of holes.

Because if he really treated these children as the same people, he shouldn't have stopped Yeon-joo from saving his former companions just now.

In fact, he knew clearly that the Cursed Child would definitely not have a good ending if he was taken away by the guards.

Because in the Tokyo area, there were occasional tragic deaths of cursed children, but he usually ignored it.

"Rentaro, is what the uncle said true?!"

At this time, Yanzhu wiped the tears from her cheeks and looked at Rentaro tremblingly.

"Yeonju, I......"

Rentaro wanted to explain, but when he saw Yanzhu's suspicious eyes, his heart was gripped.

However, his evasive eyes made Yanzhu's heart sink.

"I understand, Rentaro! It turns out that in Rentaro's eyes, I am just a fighting tool. I have always been looking forward to becoming Rentaro's wife when I grow up, but now it seems that Rentaro doesn't think so."

"Maybe one day I will lose my usefulness and even Taro will ruthlessly abandon me! This world is really... ugly and dirty!"

At this moment, the world of expectations that Yanzhu had rebuilt because of Rentaro's kindness to her was completely shattered.

She is the child of a curse, so what can she expect? This world does not belong to them.

After saying that, Enju pulled Arashiyama's hand.

"Uncle, let's go, take me to my own world!"

Yanzhu suddenly smiled widely, but this smile looked so fake.

When Lanshan saw this scene, his scarlet eyes fluctuated slightly.

"This child... maybe I shouldn't reveal such a bloody reality to her!"

At this moment, a trace of regret flashed through Lanshan's heart.

However, he tightened Yanzhu's little hand, squatted slightly, and smoothed the girl's messy hair.

"Child, don't be afraid. It's never you who are at fault. It's this society with twisted hearts. You are the real hope of this world! The future magical girl of the empire."

Yanzhu felt Arashiyama's sincerity, and the fake smile on her face could no longer be held back, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Uncle, do we really have hope?"

This is the question the girl has always wanted to ask, because every time she needs to fight, the people around her will tell her that they are hope.

But will true hope live in a sewer? Will true hope not even have enough to eat? Will true hope be despised by others?

She had asked herself these questions countless times, but she had no answers.