Naruto: After unifying the ninja world, I invaded the parallel ninja world

The bustling crowd surged like a tide on every street in the Hidden Rain Village, and the noise, shouting, and hawking sounds intertwined and resounded throughout the village.

The scene here seemed like a magical painting, and even the battle-hardened Nagato had been lost in it many times.

Although he was on the first floor, when he looked up, what caught his eye was a skyscraper that was soaring into the sky and the top was invisible; and when he looked down, he could see the dense crowd flowing like a river under his feet.

Nagato couldn't help feeling a little confused, but he didn't easily use his powerful power as a ninja to find a way out, but chose to move forward step by step with a slow and steady pace.

Unconsciously, Nagato walked to a rooftop.

Here, he saw several elderly people sitting together and concentrating on playing chess.

There was a strong desire to fight in their eyes, but this desire was not directed at each other, but was all focused on the small chessboard in front of them.

Nagato curiously approached to watch, wanting to understand what kind of charm this chess game had.

He stood quietly by and listened for a long time, but he could never understand those complicated and difficult rules.

Apart from that, he only heard some trivial matters and anecdotes between neighbors talked about by these old people.

Despite this, Nagato still listened patiently, hoping to get even a little useful clue from it.

After getting nothing, Nagato set out on the road again.

This street presents a prosperous scene, and the atmosphere is full of excitement and joy everywhere.

People of all kinds passed by him, and from their facial expressions, it can be clearly felt that the residents here live very happily and peacefully. Almost everyone's face bloomed with a satisfied and bright smile, without any fear or anxiety.

Nagato continued to stroll in this seemingly endless prosperity, each step was on the soft and clean bluestone slabs, and there was continuous laughter in his ears, which formed a sharp contrast with the war-torn and devastated world in his memory.

In this world, there is no haze of war, no flames of hatred, everything seems so harmonious and perfect.

He passed by an open square where many children gathered. They were chasing and playing, flying colorful kites, and all kinds of kites in the sky competed for beauty, just like childhood dreams flying freely in the blue sky.

Nagato stopped and stared at this scene, with unprecedented warmth and tranquility in his heart.

He thought of his loneliness and despair, and then looked at these carefree children in front of him, and couldn't help but feel an indescribable emotion in his heart.

Then, Nagato walked into a teahouse, which was also very lively. People sat together, drinking tea and chatting, with happy and satisfied smiles on their faces.

The storyteller in the teahouse was passionately telling an ancient and legendary story, and the audience was fascinated, bursting into laughter or exclamations from time to time.

Nagato found a seat by the window, ordered a pot of the local specialty tea, and quietly listened to the stories about courage, love and sacrifice. His heart seemed to be touched by some kind of power. Those stories made him see the most glorious side of human nature.

When it was time to pay the bill, he found that he seemed to have no remuneration to pay the other party.

But the teahouse owner just waved his hand and told him to bring money next time.

Nagato hesitated a little, and then couldn't help asking: "If I don't come, you will lose money, right? Do you trust me so much?"

Unexpectedly, the teahouse owner laughed directly.

"That means you really encountered difficulties. It's just a pot of tea. It doesn't matter."

As night fell, Nagato stood on a bridge, looking at the lights reflected on the river, and his heart was filled with unprecedented peace and hope.

Although this world is still strange to him, he can feel that everyone here is contributing to this peace and beauty in their own way.

"Xiao Nan... are you okay?"

He murmured, his voice seemed to come from a faraway place, with a hint of confusion and helplessness.

His originally bright eyes became dim at this moment, his eyes were scattered and wandering, and he seemed unable to focus on the things in front of him.

This place is indeed as beautiful as people say.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, the breeze gently brushes the face, bringing bursts of fresh air; among the birds and flowers, colorful butterflies dance, like a colorful picture scroll unfolding in front of you.

However, forTo him, all this seemed so strange.

In this seemingly flawless world, he could not find any familiar figure.

Those relatives and friends who had laughed, cried, and struggled with him, now were nowhere to be found.

He wandered alone in this beautiful but lonely land, his heart filled with endless loss and hesitation.

"Nagato."

At this moment, a female voice that was extremely familiar but made Nagato a little dazed came into his ears like a natural sound.

This voice seemed to have traveled through a long time tunnel, carrying past memories and emotions, gently plucking the softest heartstring deep in Nagato's heart.

Nagato subconsciously turned his head slowly, and his eyes happened to meet Konan's blurred and charming eyes.

In an instant, time seemed to freeze, and the whole world was left with only the two of them staring at each other.

There seemed to be a thin layer of mist in Xiaonan's eyes, which made her charming eyes even more hazy.

The slightly narrowed eyes revealed an indescribable charm and shyness; the long eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings, as if telling the long-hidden secret in the heart.

Nagato stared at Xiaonan in a daze, and was completely stunned for a while.

He never thought that when he saw Xiaonan again, he would be shocked by her beautiful and moving appearance.

Xiaonan in memory is gentle and lovely, but at this moment, she has a unique charm and charm of mature women, which makes people involuntarily indulge in it.

"You..."

On Xiaonan's face, which was originally as pale as paper, she squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

However, this smile was instantly drowned by the surging tears. Crystal tears slid down her thin cheeks, one drop after another, and soon soaked her clothes.

"Nagato! I'm so glad you're okay!!"