In the midst of the smoldering ruins of the Village of Fire, the air was thick with smoke and despair. Nagato, Yahiko, Konan, and you walked cautiously through the desolation, your footsteps echoing through the wreckage. The trio of children was scarred by the loss and violence they had witnessed. Ahead, three figures emerged from the haze—the Legendary Sannin.

Orochimaru, his eyes gleaming with disdain, sneered as he observed the children. “Perhaps we should kill these children? They are weak. What use do they serve for us?”

Jiraiya shook his head, his expression softening as he looked at the young trio. “Do not be so hasty, my friend! They are innocent children. Let us try to help them.”

Tsunade, her arms crossed, was less sympathetic but still thoughtful. “We don’t kill for no reason, Orochimaru. But they won’t survive in this world without help.”

Orochimaru’s lip curled. “These children are useless. They cannot protect themselves. They are weak and helpless.”

Jiraiya raised a brow, his tone firm. “Strength is something they can learn. Let’s teach them—maybe they have more potential than you think.”