070 Naruto Mobile Game

[Jiraiya-sensei, farewell….]

Staring at the familiar face on the Ultimate Scene, Jiraiya stayed silent for a long time before finally confirming one thing.

No matter whether [Pain: Deva Path] was Nagato or Yahiko, the fact that he was Jiraiya's student was undeniable.

Pupupupu~

A head-pat emoji suddenly popped up under the opponent's avatar, followed by several laugh-cry emojis and water-spray emojis.

Jiraiya let out a helpless smile. Even though the opponent he lost to wasn't his student in person, it still felt like being mocked by a student's smug face.

Of course, that would more likely be Yahiko. Nagato would never mock anyone.

"Konan, what happened to all of you over these years." Jiraiya picked up the cup of wine on the table and downed it without looking.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, gathered his belongings, and made sure he hadn't left anything behind.

"So you're sure you want to go back?" Tsunade lifted her eyelids slightly, her tone strange.

"Yeah, it's been a long time." Jiraiya looked at Tsunade sitting across from him, smiled, and said,

"Or… you could come back with me."

"Please. In this situation, if I go back now, I'll never get out again." Tsunade waved her hand.

"Alright, then I'm off." Jiraiya didn't say more. He simply nodded as a farewell, then turned and left.

Only Tsunade remained at the table. She lifted the wine flask, poured herself a cup, and drank alone.

Her gaze shifted slightly, as if deep in thought.

Assistance from organizations, huh…

"Quick, hurry up! The organization is almost full—if we're late he won't take us!"

"W-wait for me!"

On a certain street, two kids ran one after another, panting heavily, each holding a phone.

The people on the roadside weren't surprised. After all, during the last organization creation, everyone acted exactly like this.

Everyone wanted to join a strong organization, but the difficulty was high. If they hesitated too long, they might not even get into the organizations they originally looked down on.

Not to mention… now…

By the roadside, two people watched the children rush past, each showing an unusual expression.

"So the organization gameplay is starting again… Hah. Even for a game they have to run in groups. Are they all just unlucky kids with no friends?"

The tall masked man scoffed, but the androgynously beautiful person beside him held a completely different opinion.

"It's wonderful. Even when things get urgent, they still won't abandon each other."

Zabuza lowered his head slightly and looked at Haku. The longing on that face was strangely touching.

"That doesn't count as urgent, right? It's just an organization. If it's full, just join another."

"What are you talking about, Zabuza-sama? What if every organization they go to is full? Wouldn't they become pitiful children no one wants?"

Haku spoke earnestly. Zabuza clicked his tongue but didn't argue.

"Fine. If you don't want to become that kind of pathetic kid, then find us a place to go!" Zabuza patted Haku's head.

"Alright, Zabuza-sama." Haku smiled, took Zabuza's hand, and led him to look for somewhere to join.

Always the two of them, from the very beginning.

"It's a pity. In the end, they still refused us."

"I-I'm sorry! It's all my fault. If my skill had been better…"

"Enough, it's no one's fault. It's just that the village truly failed them."

Kirigakure Administrative Office—Mei Terumi, Ao, and Chōjūrō had already returned.

They left as a group of three, and returned the same way—yes, because they failed.

The transformation of Kirigakure was something to look forward to, and Mei Terumi was sincere. But Zabuza still refused to return, and Haku as well.

"But if it's like this, then we need to evaluate organization candidates carefully." Mei sat down and rubbed her brow.

Who should Kirigakure choose for its organization?

This had become a thorny problem before her.

Aside from the three of them, the generational gap in Kirigakure was too severe. It was difficult to prepare for the upcoming organization battle.

[Organization Dominion Tournament]

[1: Any organization established for more than three days may register;]

[2: Anyone who has been in a qualified organization for over 24 hours may participate;]

[3: After successful registration, all members receive registration rewards, delivered once registration ends;]

[4: If there are fewer than two organizations on a server, the tournament will not open;]

[5: After the tournament begins, the top 16 organizations by power among all registered organizations gain entry; players cannot switch organizations during this period.]

[6: Every four organizations form a group; the winners advance to the finals;]

[7: The server's champion and runner-up gain entry to the cross-server Organization Dominion Tournament to battle for the strongest organization in the ninja world.]

[Note: Registration has begun]

The Organization Dominion Tournament—this was definitely the most anticipated event in the ninja world right now.

It was the second organization feature after organizations went online, but also the first cross-server feature.

Cross-server—simple and easy to understand.

You log in from the country or village where you are located, so you belong to that region's server. Anything outside the region is an external server.

"To think they're actually putting all of the ninja world's organizations together to determine rankings." Ōnoki's eyes darkened slightly.

This event was grander than he imagined. In terms of scale and scope, it might already surpass the Great Ninja Wars.

Though the official start time wasn't announced, and the rewards remained unknown, no one believed it would be anything simple.

The winners of the server's Organization Dominion Tournament would represent their server in battle.

They would face the winning organizations from other servers, ultimately producing a single victor.

Just imagining it was enough to stir the blood.

In some sense, this was no longer just a simple game feature. It represented each server's… each great ninja village's true standing on paper.

If you lost here, nothing you said afterward would matter. Everyone would accept the result.

In other words…

"This is a battle we absolutely cannot lose!" Ōnoki put down his phone. His wrinkled face twitched, slowly stretching into a smile.

Wonderful. Nothing could be better than this.

What is war fought for? What is its purpose? Beyond land, reputation was the truest prize, and here it was pushed to the extreme.

The whole ninja world would be watching, right? Then wasn't this the perfect stage to trample the defeated and climb to the top?

In previous ninja wars, Iwagakure couldn't be said to have gained nothing, but Ōnoki had never been satisfied.

They paid a price but didn't get the return they expected—no one would be satisfied with that.

But in recent years, the ninja world situation was too complex. Everyone was quietly developing; it wasn't easy to start a war again.

But now? Wasn't this opportunity being presented right to his face? Or was this the true purpose of Ninja Mobile Game's appearance from the very start?

Ōnoki didn't know. He only knew one thing.

Ninja Mobile Game's Organization Dominion Tournament? Wrong! The Great Ninja War… was beginning anew right here!