However, Aizawa couldn't help but just nod at the order. He heard stories of Ectoplasm doing a tour in Mexico, where the cartels were so influential that nothing could be done even by the government.
It was a sickening thought, thinking that kids their age had already killed and fought for their survival instead of enjoying their youth.
To Aizawa, this mission became more than just a job; it became an objective to learn and find out what was happening.
But alas, his thoughts were cut short as he saw the teen rushing toward the group. Determined to break up the fight, he decided to jump in.
Edgeshot, seeing Aizawa jump, cursed. He knew Aizawa had a soft spot for kids, but the mission came first. This would require a reprimand after all this.
As Aizawa was in the air, he shot his bandages toward the kid's trajectory.
However, surprisingly enough, the kid dodged all of them, continuing forward, fighting them one by one.
The sight might be gut-wrenching but somehow fascinating. The skill displayed by the two parties was impressive.
It was the skill of an assassin, trained to kill; every blow was intended to kill, with no unnecessary movement, no time wasted, no hesitation.
But the sight had to end when one of the group of four managed to get behind the kid.
Not letting this unfold with a casualty, Aizawa enveloped the man in the blue uniform to stop him from killing the kid.
But what he saw next made him stop in his tracks. The kid, using the situation to his advantage, stabbed the man.
The sight shook him to the core. He somehow hoped it was not what he thought it was, that the kid had already killed before.
Alas, it was not the end. Without having time to react, he witnessed the three other individuals rush to stab the kid, all hits landing.
At that moment, Aizawa saw red. He rushed-no, rather leapt-toward the battle, guilt eating him from the inside.
But he couldn't continue as Edgeshot stopped him, fleeing from the battlefield. He yelled, "Let me go! Damn it, Edgeshot! They killed the kid!"
However, Edgeshot was silent, still running away, because at that moment, they heard a loud voice.
It was the kid, still having the will to fight, but not in the way Aizawa imagined.
"From the ashes, we shall arise!"
At that moment, he felt as if something bad was about to happen, something big.
And big it was.
An explosion rocked the area, blasting everything around them and leaving the lawn barren.
That day, something broke inside Aizawa.
As soon as Eichi left his clone to deal with the people interrogating him, he located the chakra beacon placed on his family photo in another room nearby.
Immediately, he headed to the location, noting how deserted the area was. The lax security struck him as odd, and he couldn't decide whether it was due to overconfidence or simply because the facility wasn't considered high-security.
Regardless, it didn't stop Eichi from reclaiming his tattered uniform and gear. If he truly was in a new world, he would at least cherish what remained of his old one.
Wasting no time, he sprinted to the room where he sensed Fire chakra being summoned. It was a small amount, but as an Uzumaki, even without the famous Uzumaki's eyes, he was adept at detecting even the faintest traces of chakra.
When Eichi arrived at the autopsy room, he found no one but a cremated body on a table and an unconscious staff member on the floor.
Clicking his tongue in frustration, he thought he had arrived too late. Just as he was about to approach the ashes, he felt a small amount of killing intent behind him. Instinctively, he jumped to the ceiling, ready for a confrontation.
But before he could attack the intruder, he heard him laugh.
"Hey thre, been a while, ey?" It was the Kiri-nin, the one who had been chasing him.
At that time, Eichi was already weak from the teleportation, and defending the heir hadn't helped his situation, so he thought he had a chance now that he was replenished.
He lunged forward, throwing his remaining shuriken while applying the Shadow Shuriken Technique.
Relying on disrupting his opponent's attention with the hail of shuriken, he prepared a clone as the shuriken multiplied and created smoke.
His plan was simple: Eichi would go underground while his clone feigned a desperate, hate-driven attack.
But his plans changed when he saw his shurikens pass through the Kiri-nin's body, water replacing the areas where the shurikens were supposed to hit.
"Must be an Huzuki."
Suddenly, a clone made by the Kiri-nin appeared behind Eichi's clone, making him freeze in his tracks.
Eichi was tempted to activate the explosives on his clone until he heard the Kiri-nin speak.
"Now, now. I am not here to fight," the Kiri-nin said, walking closer to Eichi's clone. "Unfortunately, my mission ended, and my leader made it clear that any other confrontation that might result in a diplomatic incident is to be avoided."
As he got in front of the clone, the clone spat at his feet. "Bullshit, you psychotic bastard. Who would fucking believe you?"
The Shinobi laughed, clutching his belly as he spoke between laughs, "Ye,nah... really a funny one... I tell ya."
"Like I said, a crazy bastard."
The Kiri-nin finished laughing, caught his breath, and shook his head. "Yeah... a shame indeed. It could've been fun if I had you.
Your mind is the best to break." He took a long breath, then sighed. "Unfortunately, my leader is an ass, can't let others have fun when he can't.
Anyway, at first, we tried to contact our nations, but no way to communicate. We don't have summons, our pigeons are disoriented, and this place is new."
He placed a hand on the clone and continued, "So, we concluded we're not in our homeworld, as you may have deduced. This place is filled with weak people, no wars, no threats. Even then, surprisingly, it's filled with filthy kekkei genkai users."