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

Chapter 397: One-sided Massacre
At this moment, Daming Prefecture has been completely sealed off.

The only main passage leading to the outside world is a huge, heavy, pitch-black iron gate that tightly separates the inside from the outside. On both sides of the iron gate stand strange stone statues that are more than ten meters high.

This is the Fire Temple's "Sealed Iron Wall," a rare defensive barrier. Even Konoha only uses a sensory barrier.

Only those with the chakra of "Sage Clan Talent" can pass through; otherwise, they must simultaneously destroy the two diamond statues that serve as the barrier nodes.

At this moment, both inside and outside the barrier, the defenses were tight and clearly defined.

On the outermost layer, standing outside the barrier, were dozens of ninjas hired by the daimyo.

In the middle layer, within the barrier, are nearly a hundred monks from the Fire Temple, their eyes closed in concentration, their bodies radiating a golden aura of "talented beings of the immortal race," maintaining the barrier's defense.

The innermost layer consisted of hundreds of samurai clad in armor, with katana at their waists, their armor clanging as they moved.

Behind them, the banquet hall was brightly lit by candlelight, illuminating the exquisite murals on the walls. The heavy doors were tightly closed, isolating them from the faint commotion coming from the outside.

Those surrounded by this impenetrable fortress of guards were naturally the daimyo of the Land of Fire and a host of nobles who had originally planned to hold a banquet here.

However, the banquet had been interrupted by this sudden turn of events.

On the exquisite low tables, a dazzling array of delicacies and fine wines were laid out, but no one had any appetite for them at the moment.

Most of the nobles were pale-faced and knelt anxiously in their seats, frequently wiping non-existent cold sweat from their foreheads, their eyes darting around.

Behind each nobleman, a maidservant and a chef, both kneeling and ready to serve, sat with their heads bowed, so quiet that their breathing and heartbeats could be heard.

The daimyo of the Land of Fire, seated in the main seat, seemed to be the most composed person present.

"This is so annoying."

He rested one elbow on the armrest, and with the other hand he held silver chopsticks, listlessly poking at the now-cold dishes on the plate, his face showing annoyance at having his refined pleasure interrupted.

They were already preparing a feast when the first signal flare was launched, but they stayed there for safety reasons because they were still unsure of the intruders' movements.

The nobles present had no objection to this arrangement.

After all, they all knew the great name of this "Sealed Iron Wall," which was said to be able to stop even tailed beasts, making it far safer and more reliable than their own residences.

boom!
A loud bang came from afar, and the ground beneath our feet trembled clearly. Plates and cups on the table collided, making a crisp yet piercing sound.

Daming frowned, the last trace of laziness on his face completely replaced by gloom, the repeated disturbances making him angry.

"What's going on outside? It's still not resolved. Could a 'Great Hollow' have appeared?" the Daimyo muttered under his breath. "What a bunch of useless trash!"

He was well aware of the weakness of most samurai compared to ninjas, but there was nothing he could do. Samurai were loyal, and he simply couldn't trust the loyalty of the ninjas.

Thinking of this, the daimyo subconsciously recalled the letter that Konoha had sent him yesterday.

In that letter, the newly appointed young Hokage explained the necessity of forming the Allied Shinobi Forces in an almost dismissive tone, and requested that he provide corresponding resources.

The daimyo wasn't actually that opposed to forming the Allied Shinobi Forces, but the tone of the letter made the pampered daimyo feel extremely uncomfortable, even annoyed.

Recalling the time when Hiruzen Sarutobi was in power, whenever Konoha needed resources, the letters were always filled with earnest and even somewhat humble requests, praising him, the daimyo, to a high position.
But now, how long has Hyuga Kumokawa been in power? How dare he speak to me in such an almost equal, even commanding tone?

"Hmph, what a brat! He's just a newborn calf that doesn't know its own strength!"

The daimyo sneered inwardly, having already made up his mind to give this ill-mannered new Hokage a good dressing down this time, so that he would understand who the true master of this country is.

Once Kazuma's artificial Hollow experiment is successful, and Hollows can be mass-produced and controlled, control of Konoha can be regained.

"Go outside and see just how bad things have gotten?"

Thinking of this, the daimyo turned his head, his face showing undisguised annoyance, and ordered his trusted samurai beside him, "Tell them to finish this quickly, so as not to disturb our enjoyment!"

"Yes, Your Highness!" The captain of the samurai bowed and accepted the order, then strode out of the hall.

Moments after the samurai captain left, the old chef, who had been standing respectfully in the distance, quietly approached.

He walked slowly, picked up the warm teapot on the table, carefully filled it for the daimyo, and said in a gentle and respectful tone, "Your Highness, please calm down and take care of your health."

Upon hearing this, Da Ming merely let out a noncommittal snort, without touching the cup of tea, his gaze still carrying a hint of gloom.

Less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea later, the samurai captain who had just left returned.

"Your Highness!" He hurried over to the daimyo's seat and knelt on one knee again. "There is an ANBU ninja outside who calls himself Yamato and requests an audience."

"Yamato?" The daimyo's brows furrowed instantly.

Of course he knew who Yamato was; he was sent by Konoha, ostensibly to accompany the Konoha students who had come to the capital to study.

But according to reports from his informants, that guy's real mission was probably more about monitoring and protecting Naruto Uzumaki, who was the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki.

What is he doing here at a time like this?
A strange unease crept into Daimyo's heart, and he was about to say something...

boom! Boom!

Just then, a dull, loud crash, like rocks splitting apart, suddenly came from outside the door of the banquet hall. It was much closer than any of the previous crashes.
"what!"

"what happened?"

"Have they broken in?"

The already tense nobles were thrown into chaos, instinctively letting out terrified screams and frantic questions.

Snapped!
The lord slammed his silver chopsticks on the table, stood up from his seat, and shouted angrily, "What's the panic! I'm still here!"

The nobles instinctively fell silent, their eyes fixed in terror on the door that separated the inside from the outside.

However, they could not see the outside view, only some distorted and swaying shadows faintly visible through the window lattice.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

A series of rapid and intense sounds entered the banquet hall, like a downpour hitting a sheet of metal. It was the sound of kunai and shuriken hitting a hard object and being bounced off helplessly!
"Are you kidding me?"

"Damn it! Stop him!"

"What the hell is that?!"

"Water Release: Water... Ah!" The terrified screams of the ninjas and samurai lasted for less than three breaths.

Immediately afterwards, the noise changed!
"Quickly! Cover the retreat of the lords!"

"Monster! You..."

“No…ah!”

Screams of fear and despair rang out, but these sounds were often cut short, like chickens being strangled!

Instead, there were more splattering and cracking sounds, like the sticky sounds of flesh and bone being torn apart by tremendous force, clearly reaching the ears of everyone in the banquet hall.

Bang! !

The window on one side of the banquet hall suddenly shook violently, and a large patch of blood mist was splashed onto the entire exquisite window lattice paper. The warm blood quickly spread and flowed down the window paper.

"Wha...what?"

Inside the banquet hall, everyone's face was ashen, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and they could barely breathe.

Snap! Crash!
A window, frame and all, was shattered. Amidst the flying sawdust, some bloody, mangled pieces of flesh, accompanied by a foul stench, crashed into the hall!

Loyal warriors rushed forward, their blades flashing, slicing and parrying the flying debris in mid-air.

*Pfft!* *Thud!*
Scraps of chopped meat, broken bones, and sticky fragments of entrails were scattered everywhere, inevitably landing on the faces and bodies of the nobles near the windows.

Warm, foul-smelling liquid splattered onto their magnificent brocade robes and their pale, lifeless faces.

The nobleman who appeared in Funfun Street before and was spared by Naruto was also among them.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

He subconsciously touched the warm, sticky liquid on his face, and upon seeing the scarlet on his fingertips, he immediately let out a hysterical scream, his shrill voice indistinguishable from a woman's.

The previous elegance and grandeur of the other nobles vanished, leaving only primal fear and humiliation. Some lay on the ground retching, while others collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down their faces.

Through the broken window, everyone in the banquet hall, including the daimyo who was being protected in the center and trying to remain calm, could finally see the scene outside clearly.

The once noisy and bustling front courtyard of the mansion has now been transformed into a blood-red hell.

As far as the eye could see, there was hardly a single intact corpse.

Limbs and severed arms were scattered everywhere, staining the bluestone pavement dark red. Broken weapons and armor fragments were soaked in the rampant blood.

Several mangled bodies, barely recognizable as those of samurai or ninjas, lay twisted in pools of blood.

In the center of that mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, a hideous white figure was surrounded by the remaining ninjas, samurai, and monks, his body covered in glaring bloodstains.

puff!

He slowly pulled a sharp claw from the body of a samurai who was no longer human, and let him fall to the ground. The samurai's eyes were wide open with fear as he stared at the daimyo.

The daimyo stood frozen in place, his folding fan falling to the ground with a thud, and like those pampered nobles, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

monster!

What kind of monster is that?!
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Inside the courtyard, the samurai, ninjas, and monks who were still alive had almost stopped breathing.

Their pupils dilated with fear as they stared intently at the white figure amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Just now, they witnessed a horrific scene that they could never have imagined in their lives.

The monster initially charged straight at us from a distance, and a ninja guarding outside the barrier almost instinctively stepped in front of it, wanting to ask it something.

However, he couldn't even say it out loud: the white figure didn't use any ninjutsu at all; it was just the simplest and most savage straight charge!
Before being hired by the daimyo, that ninja was a bounty hunter with considerable strength, but he exploded into a thick cloud of blood mist in an instant, without even being able to scream!

Then, without any hand seals or techniques, the monster simply threw a punch at the stone statue on the left.

The diamond statue, which was far harder than steel, burst open with countless cracks and then collapsed with a roar, turning into a pile of rubble.

Almost simultaneously with the retraction of his left fist, his right leg swept out like a battle axe, whistling through the air, and slammed hard into the stone statue on the right.

The second statue followed in the footsteps of the first, shattering completely.

All the monks who maintained the barrier were struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Their faces turned ashen instantly. The Fire Temple's proud "Iron Wall of Sealing" was violently destroyed!

And this was only the beginning of the massacre.

Anyone who tries to stand in his way, whether a samurai wielding a sword or a ninja using ninjutsu, will meet the same fate.

One punch! One kick!
The movements were rough and direct, without any rules, like children throwing a tantrum, but the power they contained was beyond human reach!
The samurai who charged forward with his sword was punched through, armor and all, his chest cavity completely gone. The ninja who tried to sneak up was hit on the head with a casual wave of his hand, his neck twisted into a bizarre angle.

Even when ninjutsu struck him, it only caused him to pause for a moment. The next instant, the figure that had rushed in front of him punched him in the chest, shattering his chest.

This isn't a fight at all!
This is a massacre! A one-sided massacre!

This guy isn't human at all, he's a monster!!
Among the group of ninjas and samurai, Yamato stared intently at the white figure, his expression shifting between light and dark.

Even if that familiar face was covered in blood, even if the aura was different, he would never mistake it!

That is……

"Naruto Uzumaki?!" Yamato couldn't help but exclaim, but quickly shook his head. "No! That's not right!"

This monster is definitely not Naruto!
Seemingly having heard his voice, the figure slowly turned his head, his satisfied and contented crimson vertical pupils sweeping over and landing on Yamato.

"You are..." Yamato whispered upon seeing those eyes, "Nine-Tails!"

He seemed to finally understand why Naruto's chakra had become so strange and terrifying!

The body that occupied it was not that of a precocious but kind-hearted boy, but a complete monster!

but why?
Why did the Nine-Tails turn into something resembling a Hollow after it went berserk?

(End of this chapter)