Chapter 1： Uehara Naraku

in a dark cave.

The sound of water dripping faintly and endlessly.

The sound of a splash of water suddenly appeared, echoing in this secluded cave, and the man and woman hidden in this cave suddenly became vigilant.

"Payne, someone is coming!"

The woman frowned her brows, her palms instantly turned into sheets of origami, and the chakra attached to them looked unusually sharp. Her voice was a little calm: "Except for the two of us, only Madara and Judo knows here... are they here? "

"No, it's a strange ninja."

The man raised his head, staring at the entrance of the cave with a pair of weird eyes, looking at the figure that appeared, his voice sounded a bit cold and ruthless: "Xiao Nan, go kill him!"

Even if the old friend died twelve years ago, they abandoned the idea of ​​the first generation of Akatsuki here, it does not mean that they would like to see the place where the old friend once lived was entered by strangers.

Kill a strange ninja who has set foot in this undefiled land. Whether it is a man or a woman, there is no burden in his heart.

They are used to killing.

"Excuse me, is this... the base of Akatsuki?"

Before they could do anything, the figure that appeared in the cave took the lead to speak to a man and a woman standing in the cave: "I am the son of Uehara Naruto, Uehara Naraku. He told me twelve years ago His mother, he joined an organization named Akatsuki to follow Master Yahiko, but has never returned since then."

"……"

The woman's motion of waving the paper shuriken stopped, and the expression on the man's face was a little stiff, and they heard a strange name.

No, or rather, familiar.

is familiar to women at least.

Because that ninja named Uehara Hatsu, in order to protect her, eventually died by the enemy's sword, it was a meaningless sacrifice.

As the figure at the entrance of the cave gradually walked in, a man and a woman could see the appearance of the person.

This is a teenager who even ninja guards with a crooked forehead. He is wearing a large sleeved robe. Obviously, this dress is a bit big for his age.

The uniforms of the first generation of Akatsuki now seem to be a bit crude, because at that time, Akatsuki was really too poor.

However, I still miss it involuntarily.

"Are you the son of Uehara Hatsu?"

The man rolled his weird eyes and stared at the boy in front of him closely. He looked at the boy and his father in a similar appearance, and said in a deep voice, "There has never been such a person in our organization. Let's go!"

"……"

The woman opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, when she looked up at the man next to her as if she was begging, only to see the man shook his head slightly.

The woman bit her lip and fell silent after all.

The young man held a shuriken tightly in his hand, seeming to pretend to be calm, but when he stopped and wanted to turn around and leave, he inadvertently saw the appearance of the man and woman, he suddenly The shuriken was put away, and he took out his pocket.

The man and the woman in the cave looked at each other, their expressions were a little surprised, and when they became more vigilant, the boy took out a photo.

"……"

The boy lowered his head and looked at the photo.

He raised his head again and looked at the man and the woman.

Then, the young man held up the photo at them and said softly: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Nan and Mr. Yahiko?"

"……"

The man and the woman fell silent.

That photo was the only photo taken by the first generation of Akatsuki, and it lacked many latecomers. At that time, because everyone thought Akatsuki was a peace organization, they did not pay much attention to the information of members, and many people sent it to their families. .

And the Yahiko mentioned by this boy is the first leader of Akatsuki's organization, and it is also the source of the two people's mood becoming more and more depressed.

The man and Yahiko look exactly the same, because the man's body was originally Yahiko's corpse, and he was made into a powerful puppet.

The person behind 　　 controlling the puppet is the red-haired boy in the photo.

"Yahiko-sama doesn't look like anything has changed."

The young man said in a whisper, "Although Xiao Nan is a bit older, he can still see the outline of his youth..."

"……"

The woman's face turned black.

The man calmly stared at the young man in front of him, and suddenly said, "Your father is dead. He died in battle twelve years ago. Now I have forgotten his name. The weak is not worth remembering. ."

"Payne!"

A panic flashed across the woman's face!

In any case, she did not expect that men would tell the truth in such a straightforward manner, at least this is after their old friends!

The boy's face drooped, and he forcibly retorted: "Since you don't remember the name, why did you say he died?"

"Because..."

The man looked at the appearance of the boy, and said coldly: "Twelve years ago, only two people in the entire Akatsuki organization survived."

"...he can survive!"

The woman said aloud suddenly, and continued to add: "If it weren't for me, many people would have survived."

"……"

The man by her side seemed to want to say something to comfort her, but he just stopped looking at the woman's low face.

"I know."

The look of the young man closed in an instant, and he waved his hand indifferently: "Since he was dead twelve years ago, then I won't blame him."

After 　　 finished speaking, the boy turned and left.

However, Uehara Naraku has not taken two steps yet, a strange gravitational pull pulled him back, and the man suddenly grabbed his collar with his palm!

"Although your father does not have much power, he is also a ninja worthy of admiration. Do you have no feelings for him?"

"Payne, let him go!"

The woman stretched out her palm anxiously and grabbed the man's arm, trying to make him loosen the boy's collar.

Naruto Uehara pulled Penn’s palm, looked up at the man’s weird eyes, and a touch of mockery flashed across her face: “I’m so sorry, I was only born twelve years ago, except for this photo and I don’t have any impression of him with this dress."

From his mouth, the image of a man who abandons his wife and children jumps out.

Anyway, the ninja named Uehara Hatsu, leaving his wife and newborn son after giving birth to follow an inexplicable Akatsuki organization, sounds a bit weird.

"…Sorry."

The woman whispered an apology next to her.

Xiaonan’s eyes are moist. Twelve years ago, they were only fifteen years old. UU reading couldn't understand how much sacrifice the group of ninjas who followed them had paid.

Now they know the tip of the iceberg below.

"There is no need to apologize, it is his choice."

The boy shook his head, pulled away the man's hand, and whispered softly: "I came to find Akatsuki's base, just because before my mother died, I always wanted to know about him."

Xiao Nan looked at the boy and said nervously: "Your parents have already passed away, then...where are you going now?"

"Of course I went to Miss Hanzo!"

Nai Uehara spread her hands and explained: "In the past few months, I have been a wandering ninja, inquiring about Akatsuki's news and father's trail... Now that I have my wish, of course I will go to Hanzo-sama and become an official ninja. "

"……"

Payne and Xiao Nan looked at each other, a descendant of a member of the first Akatsuki organization, is going to go to his murderer?

This kid named Naraku Uehara doesn't know the truth. How can people who know the truth, especially Xiao Nan, tolerate this happening?

"No way."

Xiaonan reached out and grabbed his shoulders, squatted in front of him, with a cold expression: "Your father Uehara has joined Akatsuki, so his child is also a member of the organization!"

"Your organization... why is it a bit like an MLM den!"

Uehara Naraku looked at Xiaonan and Payne back and forth, couldn't help blinking her eyes, and subconsciously spit out.

But...

He finally achieved his true goal.

There was a tink in the brain of Uehara Naraku. Side mission: Join an organization (1/1), the mission has been completed, reward: [Galio the Justice Colossus] psychic contract.