Saiyans in the Naruto world

Chapter 128 Join

"How could this be?"

At this moment, Zabuza experienced despair. His body was beginning to give way, and the speed of his sword swings began to slow down. He had already been seriously injured in his fight with Kakashi, and he had just stabilized when he started fighting the man in front of him, which made his injuries even worse.

"Your strength is not worthy of your name, Demon Zabuza."

The masked man was disappointed with Zabuza's performance.

"You, poof."

Zabuza couldn't help but vomit blood.

"Ok?"

The masked man noticed Zabuza's unusual behavior at that moment.

"Did you just go through a battle? With whom?"

Even if the masked man was stupid, he would know that Zabuza was injured.

"That's right, Kakashi from Konoha."

"Oh, it's him. No wonder."

After learning that Zabuza's opponent was Kakashi, the masked man said nothing more. After all, Zabuza's strength was no match for Kakashi, who was a genius ninja promoted by Konoha, whose strength had already reached the Kage level. Zabuza's ability to escape from him showed he had some skill. This made the masked man even more eager to recruit Zabuza.

"Do you want revenge?"

"What do you mean?"

Zabuza asked, bewildered. Just moments ago, this guy wanted to kill him, and now he's asking if he wants revenge? Is this guy out of his mind? He should get treatment for his illness; he shouldn't be out here scaring people.

"Do you want to kill Kakashi?"

"My strength is completely useless against Kakashi, so how could I possibly kill him?"

Zabuza thought to himself that this man wasn't just sick, he had gone mad. He actually had the audacity to claim he could kill a Kage-level ninja with the strength of an elite Jonin.

"With your abilities, it's certainly not possible, but with my help, it's not impossible."

A professional capitalist must be able to paint a rosy picture, one that is irresistible.

Upon hearing the masked man's words, Zabuza began to ponder. He felt an intense hatred for Kakashi, wanting nothing more than to grind him to dust, but reason told him he could only bury his hatred deep within and never appear before Kakashi. When had Zabuza ever suffered such humiliation? But under the pressure of overwhelming power, Zabuza could only swallow his anger.

Now someone is saying that he can have a chance for revenge, like the whispers of the devil tempting him to sell his soul.

Zabuza, who had been fighting alone in the ninja world for so many years, knew that you must give before you receive. No one is kind to you for no reason; they must want something from you.

What do I have to give in return?

"It's good to talk to smart people; you don't have to waste your breath."

"As long as you join us and complete the tasks I assign you, I can guarantee your safety and cultivation resources."

The masked man spoke to Zabuza in an unyielding tone. In his mind, "I'm only trying to recruit you because I'm doing you a favor. If you don't give me that respect, then you should just go and reincarnate." That's how domineering he was.

Zabuza knew that from the moment he and Haku met these two men, he could no longer back down, because the price of backing down was something Zabuza couldn't afford.

"I don't think I can refuse your invitation."

"Smart decision."

The masked man was not at all surprised by Zabuza's choice. Not everyone can face death calmly, let alone Zabuza, who had someone he cared about.

"I think I know our organization and your name now, right?"

Zabuza voiced his doubts. He had been wandering the ninja world for so long, and he had never seen anyone dressed like that before. Moreover, he knew all the powerful figures in the ninja world, so this way he could avoid offending people he couldn't afford to mess with.

"Akatsuki organization, Uchiha Madara."

As each word came out of the masked man's mouth, Zabuza's eyes widened.

"No way, this is absolutely impossible."

Zabuza staggered backward. Madara Uchiha, the Asura of the Ninja World, this name only appeared in ninja textbooks. Moreover, Madara Uchiha had long since died at the hands of Hashirama Senju.

"nothing is impossible."

The masked man's single eye changed from black and white to a scarlet blood color.

"Sharingan."

Those eyes, just like Kakashi's, brought back painful memories for Zabuza.

"Is this why you hate Kakashi?"

The masked man appeared directly in Zabuza's mind.

"How did you get in?"

Zabuza was very wary of the masked man who appeared in his mind. Zabuza didn't know why he had fallen for the other's illusion so easily.

"Because you are powerless to resist this eye."

The masked man pointed to his Sharingan and said.

"Feel the pain."

After the masked man finished speaking, Zabuza was tied to a pillar.

"how so."

This genjutsu was far beyond Zabuza's comprehension, because it was not an ordinary Sharingan, but the Mangekyou Sharingan.

"what!"

The masked man experienced indescribable pain after only a brief test of his skills with Zabuza.

The masked man knew when to stop; he didn't want Buza to be too badly injured, which would affect his efficiency in handling things later. What a bloodsucking capitalist!

"puff."

Returning to reality, Zabuza knelt on the ground, his legs buckling, and coughed up blood. He never wanted to be subjected to such illusions again. The psychological trauma inflicted on Zabuza by the masked man would take him a lifetime to heal.

"Cough cough."

Zabuza took a while to recover. He struggled to his feet with his Executioner's Blade. Even this simple movement left Zabuza panting heavily.

"Can we wake Bai up now?"

"I won't cut it off," he said in a hoarse voice.

"Of course, with you and Bai working together, I think things will be much more efficient."

"untie."

The masked man made a hand gesture to dispel the illusion.

Haku awoke from the illusion, feeling somewhat disoriented by the scene before him. In the illusion, the masked man had woven a beautiful dream for him; he and Zabuza had escaped from this place. Zabuza, unwilling to let Haku face further danger, chose to live a secluded, ordinary life with him. Haku became hopelessly enamored with this lifestyle, willingly succumbing to it.

"Lord Zabuza, are you alright?"

When Haku saw Zabuza's pale face, he immediately ran over to support him, his face full of worry.

"I'm just a little exhausted, I'll be fine after a rest."

"That's good."

After confirming that Zabuza was alright, Haku looked at the masked man with a wary expression. Even though he knew he was no match for him, Haku was fearless for the sake of Lord Zabuza.

Chapter 129: Fear of being close to home

As they got closer to Konoha, Carrot felt increasingly uneasy; this was probably the feeling of being nervous as one nears home!

"Carrot, why are you walking slower and slower?"

Kakuzu noticed Carrot's expression and couldn't help but tease him. After all, Carrot usually acted carefree and nonchalant, and this was the first time he'd seen him so conflicted. A thought flashed through Kakuzu's mind.

"Do you have a wife at home, and you ran away on your wedding night?"

Carrot was also startled by Kakuzu's words. How could an old man like you say such a thing?

Seeing Carrot's shocked expression, Kakuzu assumed he had guessed correctly and couldn't help but feel smug.

Carrot couldn't stand Kakuzu's gaze. He teleported in front of Kakuzu and slammed his fist directly into Kakuzu's head.

"Boom."

Kakuzu felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground.

"I told you a long time ago not to read those comic books, but you just wouldn't listen. Now your head is always full of wild thoughts."

"This time I'll help you sort out your thoughts, you don't need to thank me."

Carrot stood before Kakuzu, brandishing his fist, and Kakuzu dared not utter another word. Carrot knew that if a problem could be solved with fists, there was no need for words; fists were simple and direct.

At this moment, Kakuzu's mind cleared up, realizing that he had been taught a lesson by Carrot because his mouth had spoken first and his brain had followed suit. He had learned his lesson now, but the tuition was quite heavy. This was a lesson he had learned from being used as Carrot's punching bag under the guise of sparring time and time again.

"Can we go now?"

The masked man spoke to Zabuza.

"Okay."

After a short rest, Zabuza regained some of his strength, and traveling was no longer a problem.