In the immortal mode, the perception is fully opened, and the breath of life is vaguely gathering in the east.

"Where is it? It feels like a village." Naruto opened his eyes and rushed towards that direction.

His speed is extremely fast, and as his approaching perception becomes clearer, it is a village with a population of about 100, which is not considered large.

"I can finally know where I am." From the treetops, a smile appeared on Naruto's face. But then, his face became solemn.

"What's going on?"

...

The weather in August is hot, and the hot sun shines on the earth, almost drying people.

This is one of the things the villagers hate the most, the summer disaster!

In this era, cities had not yet formed a scale, and most people were scattered in the form of villages, and various countries were constantly in conflict.

But because the birth of the Six Path Immortals a hundred years ago brought the true meaning of chakra. Not only did they save the world under the storm of the Ten Tails, but they also created the Ninja Sect later, which promoted the way of peace.

But... that is already past. The world now ushered in a chaotic beginning again.

More than ten years ago, the Six Path Immortals finally reached the end of their lives. The Ninja Sect was inherited by his second son Asura. They thought that peace would continue, but they did not expect that it would be the beginning of the outbreak of chaos.

The eldest son of the Six Path Immortals, Indra, was dissatisfied with this decision, and left the Ninja Sect and declared war on his brother. A war for the inheritance rights of the Six Path Immortals began.

Since then, the Ninja Sect has been divided into two.

However, all this has little to do with ordinary people. Whether it is the newly rising Ninja Sect or the samurai who have always occupied the mainstream of history, they are all too far away from them.

Because of their lack of power, they did not have many ways to face the samurai and the people of the Ninja Sect, especially in this gradually chaotic world, where most villages lacked the means of self-protection.

Either passively endure it or use food or money to invite some people from the Ninja Sect and warriors to come to protect it.

However, I heard that because of the division, the people of the Ninja Sect have gradually been called ninjas, and the previous concept of preaching peace has gradually been replaced by killing.

Of course, most villagers don’t know about these things. They live at the bottom of this world and are working hard in the heat. In this weather, they must be harvested quickly, otherwise they will be roasted to death by the damn sun.

They bent over and harvested rice ears in the fields. As long as the harvest is completed, there will be surplus food this year. They can exchange some things with the caravans and wait for the people in the noble territory to collect money.

"Hey, move quickly. You can't work in the afternoon. You have to wait until evening. Do more in the morning." A middle-aged man shouted, and wiped his sweat.

The cheers came, and the simple villagers worked harder.

According to later generations, this place is a small village near the border of the Kingdom of Fire. It is located quite good. Going northwest, you can go to the Kingdom of Rain and then go to the Kingdom of Earth through there.

Of course, now, neither the five major countries nor the Rain Country are the names they later, and even the borders are different.

But this village is still close to the main transportation road, and life is pretty good on weekdays. Even in this sparsely populated era, you can live a life of full food and clothing through your own efforts. This is very rare in this era.

While the simple villagers were working hard together, a sudden whistle sounded in the distant village. Then a half-year-old child ran over and shouted while running: "The bandits are here, the bandits are here."

The villagers were shocked at the same time, quickly threw down the rice ears in their hands, and hurriedly rushed to the village with a sickle.

The so-called bandits, as they literally mean, refer to the bandits who are wandering. They are more harmful than bandits. Wherever they go, they are often the defeated warriors on the battlefield. They are cruel and ruthless and kill without blinking, and are the objects that villagers hate the most.

"Bastard, why are there bandits here?" The middle-aged man before him clasped his fists secretly. They have always been peaceful, and no matter how many people from the Ninja Sect or samurai come.

Taking a deep breath, he lifted the sickle in his hand. Although he was nervous, he was not afraid.

In this era, even ordinary villagers have a strong aura, and they all know that if they protect themselves in this world.

They are not without resistance to the Samurai and Ninja Sect. Those people are not necessarily much better than them. According to experience, as long as they quietly go behind them, everyone will be killed by a blow.

As a result, the villagers who returned to the rescue had a fierce conflict with the bandits.

The sound of fighting came, and the villagers kept retreating, and blood flowed to dye the land of the village red. The sudden arrival of these bandits was also very powerful, far beyond the imagination of the villagers. They retreated without the strength to fight back.

This is a group of samurai, leading by a high-level samurai, equivalent to the later generations of the Supreme Ninja.

This power has surpassed the imagination of ordinary people.

In fact, it is difficult for people of this era to see powerful people of the level of high-level ninja sect or high-level samurai in their entire lives.

Not long after, all the villagers were gathered together. The villagers watched silently as the bandit gang with only a dozen people, silently waiting for the trial.

"Take everything that can be moved away, smash everything that cannot be moved away. Come and dig a hole to the village head. When you leave, all the men and women over forty years old are buried alive." The leader of the bandit ordered.

The villagers trembled at the same time, and many people closed their eyes in despair. The middle-aged man even clenched his hands, but he didn't have the courage to wave them.

At this moment, at the distant village head, a figure slowly walked towards the sun, wearing a yellow jacket different from this era, and there were patterns representing immortals beside the corners of his eyes. People thought of something like toad at first sight.

Naruto grinned, "It seems that I'm not too late. I just wanted to ask for directions, but if I don't care about this, I will not be able to become a Hokage in the future."
Chapter completed!