In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the scene in the temple’s main hall had turned into a veritable hellscape. Crimson blood splattered the tall Buddha statue, adding a grotesque touch to the once-compassionate figure.
In the center of the hall, only two people remained standing: Chrollo and Rin, who had just finished vomiting but was now standing straight. As for Kuken, he was sitting on the ground, trembling uncontrollably. His hands touched the sticky blood on the floor, but he didn’t care about the revulsion. His pupils trembled as he stared at Chrollo in front of him, speaking humbly.
“Please spare me! I’ll do anything, just spare my life!”
Chrollo stood before him, looking down with calm, deep eyes, and said softly, “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. But you have to cooperate with us.”
Hearing Chrollo’s words, Kuken, seeing a glimmer of hope, quickly kowtowed, fearfully shouting, “Please rest assured, I’ll cooperate with whatever you say. Just spare my life!”
At this moment, Rin came to their side. His eyes were still red from vomiting earlier, and the thick metallic smell of blood in the hall continuously assaulted his senses. Yet Rin did not show any expression of disgust. He forced himself to suppress the discomfort, speaking in a low tone to Chrollo.
“Chrollo, you take this guy away. I’ll handle the rest.”
By now, Chrollo had slaughtered the dozens of bandits originally alive in the main hall, leaving only a few guarding outside the temple gate alive. Rin intended to use them to adapt to this brutal world.
Hearing Rin’s words, Chrollo hesitated momentarily before nodding and saying calmly, “Alright, but I’ll watch over you while you fight. Even if you disagree, I won’t change my mind.”
Rin nodded, not refusing Chrollo’s proposal. After all, he had only been practicing Nen for less than half a month and was essentially still a six-year-old child. After Rin turned to leave, Chrollo glanced at Kuken, who was listening in a daze. His eyes showed no emotion.
Under Chrollo’s gaze, Kuken’s back was drenched in cold sweat. He quickly stammered, “I’ll follow you, sir. I won’t even think about running away!”
Chrollo, expressionless, nodded as if he didn’t care whether Kuken lied or not, then followed behind Rin. Inside the temple hall, Kuken’s face was pale and covered in cold sweat. He glanced at the pile of dozens of corpses, shuddered, and quickly followed Chrollo, clutching his limp right arm with his left hand.
Rin’s intention was to hone his combat skills, so he didn’t hide. Instead, he walked openly out of the temple. Under the dim candlelight, his youthful face appeared somewhat pale. The massacre by Chrollo had left a significant psychological impact on him. This was no longer a manga but a real world just like his previous one.
Growing up in a peaceful era, Rin, even after arriving in the Naruto world, felt only discomfort after killing a few bandits. But witnessing Chrollo’s massacre of dozens of people made Rin realize he had been too naive. However, he had to force himself to face it. Knowing the Naruto storyline, Rin understood the dire consequences of lacking strength in this world.
The deaths of Rin, Nagato’s parents, Yahiko, Might Dai’s sacrifice, the downfall of the Third Hokage, and Naruto’s unhappy childhood occurred because the individuals involved lacked sufficient power.
Rin deeply believed this. If Obito had his later strength at the time, Rin wouldn’t have died. If Nagato had awakened his Rinnegan earlier, his parents wouldn’t have been killed, and Yahiko wouldn’t have been driven to suicide. If Guy had been smart enough to predict the Mist ninja’s movements, Might Dai wouldn’t have had to sacrifice himself. If the Third Hokage could have easily repelled Orochimaru, Konoha wouldn’t have been devastated. If Naruto had known his connection to the Fourth Hokage and controlled the Nine-Tails earlier, he wouldn’t have been bullied as a child.
In this world, the rare geniuses are envied because their strength allows them to avoid many potential tragedies and easily overcome them. In his past life, Rin was alone. In this world, he now had bonds with Chrollo, Haku, and Pikachu. To prevent the tragedies in Naruto and face future challenges, he had to force himself to become stronger—both mentally and physically.
Because now, he wasn’t only responsible for his fate but also for the fate of those he cherished. These thoughts flashed through Rin’s mind rapidly. Confirming his resolve, Rin’s youthful face became determined.
Following behind Rin, Chrollo’s expression also froze momentarily. He blinked softly. Despite losing his Nen, his keen senses felt a distinct change in Rin’s aura, making him curious.
Rin’s aura has changed… But that feeling… was it Nen, or something else?
Chrollo’s eyes showed a hint of thoughtfulness. At the same time, Rin had walked out of the temple gate. The faint candlelight and pale moonlight intertwined, casting a long shadow behind his small frame. He wore a fitting white linen kimono, his black hair slightly long and unkempt, with bangs partially covering his eyes.
At the temple gate, the few bored bandits noticed Rin and widened their eyes in surprise, exclaiming.
“Hey, brat, where did you come from!?”
A group of them gathered, their expressions hostile, some even reaching for the machetes at their waists.
Rin lifted his small face slightly, his expression calm, his determined eyes fixed on the group. He whispered softly, “For the sake of those I cherish, please, you damned people… become my stepping stones for growth…”
As his words fell, Rin didn’t retreat. Facing the four advancing bandits, he charged forward. His small body hunched slightly, his feet stomping the ground fiercely! The energy in his body quickly flowed to his arms, but the next scene made Rin’s face change, his eyes filled with surprise as he stared at the color of the energy in his arms.
The energy… it turned purple?
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