Naruto: I, who fooled the ninja world, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 110 Hahaha! I'm finally out!!
The fine rain, like endless silver threads, silently fell on the forest at the border between the Land of Fire and the Land of Rain.

Unlike the cold rain of the Land of Rain, here there is only a damp, drizzling rain, the air is thick and heavy, mixed with the unique scent of damp earth and water vapor.

A thin, persistent white mist permeated the forest, limiting visibility to a range of only a few dozen meters.

The surroundings were shadowy and quiet, with only the rustling of raindrops hitting the leaves.

A patrol team consisting of three Konoha Chunin and one Jonin conducts a routine patrol along the border between the Land of Fire and the Land of Rain.

Because Amegakure has Hanzo in charge and there is no precedent for launching a war.

So Yamada, the Jonin leading the squad, seemed quite relaxed, smiling as he talked with the three behind him about the dango shop that had opened in the village.

But as they passed through a grove of trees, Yamada suddenly stopped, frowned, and looked into the shadow of a huge oak tree.

"Captain, there seems to be someone over there!" A Chunin also sensed something amiss.

Yamada Jonin immediately became alert, placing his right hand on the kunai pouch at his waist. The other two also instantly suppressed their smiles and quickly dispersed in a semi-encircling formation.

The sound of raindrops masked their subtle footsteps, and as Jonin Yamada cautiously approached, he finally made out the figure.

In the hollow formed by the thick tree roots, a small figure was huddled up in fear.

His thin, tattered clothes, stained with mud, clung to his frail body, which was trembling violently—not from the cold, but more from some deep, uncontrollable grief.

The small, thin figure, dressed in mud-stained clothes, looked even smaller and more pitiful due to the ill-fitting size.

"Waaaaah...why...why me..."

He lowered his head and buried his face between his knees. His intermittent sobs pierced through the rain and mist, sounding exceptionally clear in the silent forest, filling the four people with helplessness and grief.

A lost child?

Or are they refugees who got separated from their parents?

Occasionally, refugees would cross the border of the Land of Fire into the Land of Rain, which relieved Yamada a little, but his professionalism as a Jonin kept him on his guard.

He gestured for his two team members to keep watch on the surroundings, while he approached slowly and gently, asking, "Child, why are you here alone? Where are your family? Which direction did you come from?"

There was no response, only the suppressed sobs grew more intense, and the little shoulders trembled violently.

"Don't be afraid, we are Konoha ninjas, not bad people."

Yamada Jonin slowly crouched down, his eyes flickering slightly as he tried to make out the child's face. He said, "What's your name? Tell Uncle, and Uncle will help you find..."

He finally saw the child's messy, wet, dark red hair.

Dark red hair?

A strange feeling, which seemed to come from nowhere, instantly swept over Yamada's mind.

And just as he frowned slightly at this oddity...

The crying child, seemingly more frightened by his approach, suddenly raised his head.

A tear-streaked, childlike face was exposed to the thin sunlight, and dark circles were particularly noticeable around the reddened eyes.

But what is most striking is a mark on that sad yet numb and empty little face that cannot be ignored.

There is a red character etched on the skin on one side of the forehead.

--"like"!
A chilling coldness surged forth instantly, rushing wildly up his spine to the top of his head, freezing Yamada Jonin's blood and turning his face ashen white in an instant.

A name exploded in my mind like lightning! The Sand Village of the Land of Wind, the Jinchūriki of the One-Tailed Beast!

I love Luo!
"retreat!!"

A roar filled with shock and rage burst from his throat, and his body reacted even faster than his voice, his whole body shooting backward like a spring compressed to its limit!

But it was no use.

"Hehe...hehehe..."

A low, hoarse, malicious laugh, like countless grains of sand rubbing against metal, was forced out of Gaara's throat.

The voice was icy cold and chilling, instantly drowning out Yamada Jonin's roar and freezing the air!
Gaara's empty, sorrowful eyes disappeared, replaced by a pure, inhuman bestiality filled with savagery and destructive desire!
boom! !

A terrifying malice and violent chakra, solidified to the point of being, erupted like a tsunami from its center, instantly scattering rain, rotten leaves, and rocks!
Thick, yellowish-brown quicksand gushed out, instantly engulfing the three Chunin who were still in a daze!
"No!"

"save……"

They only had time to let out a short scream before they were crushed the moment they came into contact with the sand.

Before the dazzling crimson could bloom on the surface of the sand, it was brutally wiped away by the endless yellow sand, leaving not even a fragment of bone behind!

The violent sound waves spread out in the naked eye, snapping the surrounding trees in half and pulverizing their branches and leaves!
Bang! !

Even Yamada Jonin, who managed to get away immediately, was still struck hard by the irresistible force coming from behind.

Like a leaf swept up by a gale, he was blasted away, spraying blood and groaning as his bones shattered, before crashing into the slippery mud and thickets in the distance.

"Cough! Cough!"

Yamada's ears were filled with a violent buzzing sound, and he barely managed to lift his head despite the excruciating pain.

The next moment, through his eyes, blurred and distorted by excruciating pain, he saw a scene he would never forget, a scene as apocalyptic as the end of the world.

The endless torrent of yellow sand began to condense, deform, and expand wildly, and a huge outline, like a hill, rapidly formed in the rolling dust.

True terror has arrived!

One-tail Shukaku!
"Roar!!"

Two sharp claws swung menacingly in the air, and it roared back with a deafening roar, filled with the ecstasy and savagery that had been released after being sealed away for so long.

"Hahaha! I'm finally out!!"

It greedily devoured the surrounding rain and moisture, its massive head formed by churning yellow sand, its eyes flashing with cruel light, and its voice booming like a bell.

Its eyes, like giant searchlights, instantly locked onto Yamada, who was lying in the mud, his face filled with fear and despair, and slowly opened its huge mouth.

"Not Sunagakure, but that stinky fox's Konoha? Fine, whatever!"

"Foolish humans, welcome my arrival!!"

With that, Shukaku opened its massive maw, and unseen waves of energy rippled through the air, releasing the yang and yin chakra within its body.

A large number of light blue and purplish-black particles seemed to be drawn to each other and began to mix in a ratio of two to eight, converging and compressing into a deep purple sphere in front of his gaping fangs.

The next moment, it headed towards the most densely populated area it sensed—the Konoha outpost on the border of the Land of Fire…

boom! !

(End of this chapter)