If you don't want to unify the ninja world, why are you crying about the ninja village system?

Before coming here, he and his companions already had a certain understanding of this world and knew that the timelines of the two worlds were basically the same.

However, when they actually set foot on this land, everything they saw was completely different from what they had imagined.

The village in front of us looked dilapidated, with simple houses and narrow and muddy streets.

Occasionally, people passing by were wearing tattered clothes, looking tired and haggard.

This made them feel heartbroken and sad. Is this really the Hidden Mist Village?

Shouldn't it be the most prosperous place in the Water Kingdom besides the capital?

Everyone from the Third Legion who came to the Hidden Mist Village couldn't help but feel confused.

"Is this still our country? Why does it look even poorer than those historical sites in the empire?"

Chang Shilang muttered to himself.

He could not understand this huge contrast and his heart was filled with confusion and anxiety.

I thought I would see a prosperous and vibrant village, but the reality was so disappointing.

Chang Shilang fell into deep thought, thinking about the reasons for this gap.

Perhaps it was the destruction of war, perhaps it was the uneven distribution of resources, or perhaps other unknown factors led to this result.

But no matter what, the scene before him made him deeply aware that the world was not as beautiful as they expected.

At this moment, Chang Shilang felt an unprecedented sense of mission surge in his heart.

Boom boom boom!

There was no heavy knock on the door.

Instead, there was a harsh and shaky sound of a door being banged against.

The people in the house came out cautiously after a long time.

Chang Shilang nodded to the two teammates next to him, and then they went to the two houses next to them at the same time.

"Who...who?"

An old and vigilant voice sounded.

"Ahem, that old man... I'm here for travel. I'm lost here. Can I stay here for one night? I'll pay for it!"

"Are you a ninja?"

Chang Shilang was startled for a moment, then spoke slowly: "You think too much, if I were a ninja and still needed a place to stay?"

The voice from inside the door hesitated for a long time and finally turned into a sigh.

"Come in, there's no need for money. I have nothing here, old man. I just hope you don't mind."

Chang Shilang calmed himself down, took a step forward and gently pushed the door open.

It was dark inside the door, filled with a stale atmosphere.

He stepped into the room cautiously, looking around.

The furnishings in the house were simple and messy, with peeling walls and broken windows, and it was obvious that no one had taken care of it for a long time.

"Is anyone there?" Chang Shilang called softly.

A faint cough came from the corner. Chang Shilang followed the sound and found an elderly man curled up there.

The old man raised his head, his eyes revealing confusion and fear.

"You!?" The old man's voice trembled.

He saw the weapon on the other person's back and the forehead protector on his head.

Although it is not the forehead protector of the Hidden Mist Village, but... it is also something only ninjas have!

Long Shilang crouched down and tried to keep his tone gentle: "Don't be afraid, old man. I am a traveler from outside."

Chang Shilang had been paying close attention to the old man's attitude towards him. He noticed that the other party's eyes first fell on his forehead protector, and then asked him if he was a ninja.

This made him pause in his heart, and then he slowly said: "Actually, these are just decorations I made to disguise my identity. Could it be that you are also afraid of ninjas so you ask me this?"

After hearing what Chang Shilang said, the hostility in the old man's eyes slowly dissipated, and was replaced by an unspeakable pain and anger.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Those hateful ninjas destroyed our village, destroyed our homes, and even destroyed everything we had! They are simply a group of demons!"

After saying this, the old man closed his eyes and tried to calm the excitement in his heart.

Looking at the painful-looking old man in front of him, Chang Shilang's heart began to become complicated.

He really couldn't understand why the people here hated ninjas so much. You know, in the empire, ninjas were highly respected and revered!

You will be treated with kindness and respect wherever you go.

However, now he encountered such treatment here, which made him feel very confused and helpless.

After all, he himself is a ninja.

"Old man, why do you say that?" Chojuro asked the ragged old man in front of him with a puzzled look on his face.

The old man was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Because of the war... the village implemented various policies to train ninjas, and all young people were recruited for training, including my son... He and his brother killed each other, and although he eventually became a ninja, he died outside because of a mission..."

Chojuro listened to the old man's story with a heavy heart, and he understood why the village had become so dilapidated.

The cruelty of war has caused people to lose too much.

"Why don't you guys unite and run together?" Chojuro asked in confusion.

Hearing this, the old man looked up suddenly, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

He replied in a low voice: "Run? There is sea on all sides. We have nowhere to escape. Moreover, not only are we not allowed to escape, but even outsiders are forbidden to come in. We are like prisoners trapped here, unable to escape this terrible fate."

Chang Shilang felt a sharp pain in his heart. He was also a member of the Water Province. Now seeing these villagers suffering such hardships, he felt extremely indignant.

At this moment, he was listening silently to the old people's stories, feeling the pain and despair deep in their hearts, and he clenched his fists tightly.

It's an immersive fantasy, and existing in such an environment is indeed full of despair.

Fortunately... that can change soon!

He didn't understand why there were still people praising such a system?

Compared to the freedom and democracy within the empire, this place is completely...darkness within darkness!

"And even if we wanted to run, where could we go? Now the only people left in the village are the old, weak, sick and disabled. The fields have long been deserted because no one has cultivated them for a long time. The once prosperous trade route has also been cut off. The whole village seems to have lost its vitality and is lifeless."

"Fortunately, now you guys can enter this village and bring those wonderful stories about another world... Hehehe... I suddenly feel like I have seen a ray of hope. I, an old man, have the motivation and hope to live again."