I...... Isn't it dead?

In the darkness, he regained consciousness, and it gradually became clear in his mind the image of himself crashing into Kunai in Nagato's hand. It rained heavily that day, and there was a rustling sound between heaven and earth that seemed to never stop.

In the darkening vision, I saw my friend's grief-stricken face, and the last thing I heard was my friend's heart-rending wail.

"I'm sorry, I chose the easier path, and I'll entrust you with Xiao Nan and our ideals, Nagato. He smiled slightly, and said to his friend in his heart.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a gentle golden sun, with clouds floating above the blue sky and white clouds shimmering with the golden light of the sun.

The hands were in contact with the coarse and moist earth, and the wind blew and the leaves above their heads rustled.

His back was against the tree, and his body was immersed in the warm sunlight.

He seemed to have slept for a long time, and his body was filled with the temperature of the sun. The butt was soaked with water from the dirt.

"Heha!" Yahiko sighed, tears streaming from her dry eyes.

"Did I just have a nightmare," he thought. The sun and the clouds evacuating in the wind made him feel that his "false" memory was just a dream, even if it was true.

"I don't know why I'm asleep here, but if I don't go back, Konan and Nagato will be worried. Thinking so, Yahiko took a step.

But for a moment, Yahiko stopped, he didn't know where to go, he didn't know where this was.

The wind blew through the treetops, and a drop of water that had not been evaporated by the sunlight dripped from between the leaves and landed on the tip of Yahiko's nose, bringing a hint of coolness and purity.

Yahiko's consciousness became clearer, and he felt uneasy, and gradually felt something strange on his nose.

He slowly reached for his nose, and soon his fingers touched the cold nails. He touched it lightly, then rubbed his fingers against the edge of the nail, feeling the cold iron.

Three, a total of three iron nails were nailed into the nose.

No wonder I feel breathless, Yahiko thought helplessly. He reached out to the ear that felt unusual, and unsurprisingly felt the cold nail there.

"Maybe I'm really dead, just resurrected by some means. Looking around, Yahiko thought. The trees unique to the Land of Rain reminded him that he was now in the Land of Rain.

He sensed something in his sleeve, and he reached into his left hand and pulled out a black iron rod with a beveled end. Yahiko waved the weapon in his hand lightly, unexpectedly smooth, as if he had used it many times.

His hand flicked lightly on the iron rod, but he couldn't hear any sound, and the black iron rod didn't know what metal it was made of. Picking up an iron rod, Yahiko stabbed at the trunk of a large tree.

Wood slag splattered, and black iron rods easily pierced into the trunk of the tree.

"Nice weapon. Yahiko raised an eyebrow.

Whoever resurrected him, it should be right to follow the feeling now. Turning his head, Yahiko looked in one direction, where there was a bare mountain. He could feel something in the mountain that attracted him, or the black nails on his body.

"Whatever it is, just look at it and you'll understand. ”

Stepping forward, Yahiko headed towards the mountain.

Gradually, Yahiko saw the fallen trees, their waists cut off, their jagged thorns hideously exposed to the air, and the slag and scattered branches and leaves covered the potholed black dirt.

Yahiko clenched the iron rod in his hand, and he could feel that there had been a fierce battle here.

The further I walked into the dry mountain, the more cruel the dilapidated scene became, and Yahiko could no longer see a single intact tree, and there were crumbling slag everywhere. Puddles of water are full of sewage.

The sole of his foot broke off a branch that had fallen on the dirt, and Yahiko stopped. In front of him was a huge crater made up of countless small pits. The crater was very deep, and the foul water condensed into a pool of stagnant water at the bottom of the pit.

Because he was standing on the edge of the crater, Yahiko could clearly see everything in the crater.

He hung his head and fell to his knees on the edge of the crater, his heart twitching and he could barely breathe, tears streaming from his eyes obscuring his vision, so that he no longer had to look at the brutal image.

In the middle of the huge crater, on the yellow sewage, floated the body of half a woman. Scattered around the corpse were pieces of white paper, and the corpse had purple hair, scattered on the filthy sewage, and on the scattered hair was a rose-shaped paper flower.

At the edge of the scattered purple hair was the head of a red-haired man.

The muddy water only filled the chin of the head, so Yahiko could clearly see the face.

The face was emaciated, the skin pervertedly wrapped around the bones of the face, and blood flowed from the two bloody holes that were originally his eyes, polluting most of his cheeks.

"Xiao Nan...... Nagato ......"

Kneeling on the edge of the crater, Yahiko held his head, his fingers piercing his scalp almost piercing his skull, his face hideous, and tears constantly welling up in his wide open eyes.

"In the end...... What's going on!!"