I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

She was not some little princess of Sunagakure, nor the offspring of the Fourth Kazekage.

As ninjas, all they need to do now is simply carry out the orders given from above, nothing more.

However, Kankuro's follow-up words were not heard before he was coldly interrupted by Kankuro.

"Quiet, Kankuro."

"I'm talking to the teacher."

When she snapped at him, Temari didn't even look at the other person; her sharp eyes remained fixed on the teacher in front of her.

After all, the current situation has completely exceeded their expectations.

If this mission could be accomplished by sacrificing some of her own insignificant happiness, then she could grit her teeth and accept it.

But now it's clear that the lives of the two younger brothers are at stake.

Therefore, she could not allow the two of them to be in danger without her knowledge.

In fact, they became victims of Sunagakure without even realizing it!

"It's not the right time to speak frankly about this matter yet."

"I will tell you everything in a while."

Meeting Temari's resolute gaze, Maki couldn't completely ignore her voice.

However, it is not yet time to be completely open and honest, because the matter is of great importance. If any mistakes are made with these three little ones, then everything will become unpredictable and terrible.

"As expected, participating in the Chunin Exams this time is not as simple as it seems on the surface."

Seeing the former's evasive attitude, the girl's face revealed a look of "I knew it."

But that's precisely why she can't let this matter pass by so easily!

“Teacher Maki, since we are participating in this Chunin Exams and also have other tasks to shoulder, and even very important ones.”

"Shouldn't we have told us as soon as possible?"

"This way, we can be mentally prepared. Otherwise, if we are notified only when the execution is about to take place, aren't we afraid that the panic will cause us to fail in the end?"

After her thoughts were confirmed, Temari, like a protective elder, confronted her seniors and teachers!

"Besides, since the village chose us as the target of this mission, they should choose to trust us."

"Instead of not even knowing the most basic right to know."

Just like when Kankuro and Gaara were dissatisfied with the mission that required them to actively contact Uchiha Ara, so too did they feel this way when they set off.

She also needs to have the right to know in advance if her two younger brothers are in danger!

silence.

The room fell silent for a while.

Meanwhile, Maki, the Jonin leading the team from Sunagakure, kept staring at the girl, trying to use his status as an elder and captain to make her compromise.

But they were unable to do so.

Temari's attitude was very firm.

"call."

"Alright, then I'll tell you."

Finally, after letting out a long sigh of relief, Machi chose to compromise.

It wasn't entirely because of the attitude of this Sand Village princess that I compromised; it was more because of Gaara.

As the most important part of this plan, he is the one who most needs to be stabilized.

What happened last night may have had a great impact on him, and it is unclear whether he will experience any psychological changes as a result.

Temari was the only one of the three who was able to keep things relatively stable.

After confirming that no one was around, Maki, still not entirely at ease, used the scroll he carried with him to set up a soundproof barrier.

This action immediately caused Temari and Kankuro to exchange bewildered glances, their eyes revealing a mixture of seriousness and confusion.

Because the teacher's actions were far too solemn!

This also shows just how important, even terrifying, the real mission they're undertaking is!

After arranging everything, Maki also relaxed a little.

"Since you want to know, then listen carefully."

"Your real mission this time is to join forces with the ninjas of the Sound Village to launch a war against Konoha in the final round of the Chunin Exams."

"Of course, the Uchiha clan is also someone we need to win over as much as possible."

"Once we get their help, the operation will go much more smoothly."

Seeing the two students gradually losing their color, Maki did not stop his narration:

"And Gaara, you are our Sand Village's trump card, the trump card to completely destroy Konoha!"

His gaze fell on the little guy who remained silent, and he spoke slowly and deliberately.

However, unlike her older siblings, the latter did not show much emotion about the mission; she was still immersed in the battle of the previous night.

"At that time, the Fourth Kazekage, who is also your father, will also participate in this predetermined war."

"The initial purpose of this war was to ultimately improve the living environment of Sunagakure. The Land of Wind is too barren now, but the neighboring Land of Fire has large tracts of fertile land suitable for planting and living."

"Alright, I've told you everything. I hope you won't let me down at this crucial moment."

Maki looked at Temari and Kankuro, who were speechless, and said coldly.

Meanwhile, Ara, back in his clan's territory, didn't get much rest despite resolving the Sunagakure incident.

Because a broken folding fan from another world suddenly crossed over and landed in his room.

It slowly unfolded, exuding an eerie and ominous aura, along with a faint scent of blood.

Then, Huang disappeared from the room.

An invitation to a blood banquet.

Welcome to my game.

Chapter 515 The Call of the Progenitor, the Last Spirit.

"That is something extremely, extremely evil!"

"It will turn sweet water into foul-smelling blood, and fine wine into filthy mud;"

"It will turn the pure white moon into an ominous blood moon, and transform the dead into flying demons that roam the sky!"

“That terrifying evil spirit had horns like an ox, scales like a snake, claws like a wolf, and was as unrestrained as a child.”

"Remember, the evil spirit resides at the bottom of this dry well. Never, ever let it be stained with blood, never let it touch death, and above all, never call its name—"

The stern admonition was passed down orally within a human settlement.

From early spring to the depths of winter,

From yellow hair to white hair.

Generation after generation of residents have kept such admonitions to themselves, and have avoided the dry wells that have no water source at all.

but,

Such admonitions lasted only a few hundred years. From some point onward, the admonitions passed down orally within the village began to be replaced:

Blood of the ox, blood of the snake, blood of the wolf, blood of the young spirit.

[By pouring the blood of the four spirits into the well, that deity may be awakened.]

At that time,

He will grant you any wish.

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"Why, why, why!"

"We're all human, so why was I chosen?!"

On an unremembered day, a reclusive young man in the village was pushed into a dry well.

Having his limbs broken by his former neighbors, he looked up at the narrow well opening and roared and questioned it madly.

Despair gradually filled the young man's pupils, and hatred and loathing twisted his face.

All around him and beneath him was thick, sticky blood.

An old ox with wide, beastly eyes; a python covered in slick sweat; and a large wolf exuding a foul stench.

These are the things we coexist with!

In an instant, his resentment and despair intensified.

He no longer cursed or swore; all his words became prayers, the most humble prayers.

I pray that those above will forgive me, out of consideration for our past relationship and because we are all human beings.

But now that things have come to this, how could the humans above possibly stop?

Ignoring the pleas of their kind below, they all knelt around the well, prostrating themselves before the god sleeping within, praying and begging.

Gradually, the continuous stream of devout voices drowned out the young man's pleas for mercy.

The blood overflowing from the bodies of the 'Four Spirits' slowly flowed and seeped into the center of the well, causing subtle energy fluctuations that could not be detected by ordinary people to leak out.

I do not know how long it has been,

The youth who was pushed into the well by his neighbors was growing weaker and weaker.

At this moment, he no longer prayed or cursed, but simply kept muttering questions to the sky:

"Why me?"

"Why am I the one who has to be sacrificed?"

"Others can do it too."