Naruto: From Fake to Real, Deceiving the Ninja World

Chapter 573 Blood of the Gods

"Hinata! Kumokawa!!"

Ōtsutsuki Isshiki's forehead veins bulged, and his roar echoed throughout the entire underground palace.

Gone was the aloof indifference of before; Hinata Kumokawa's name seemed to be torn to shreds by him, emitting a roar almost like that of a wild beast.

Click click click!

The roar, carrying a surge of chakra, reverberated outwards, echoing repeatedly within the underground palace, crashing against the walls and bouncing back, one roar after another.

It was as if anger itself had taken form, raging like a storm, crashing through the air, causing rocks to fall from the walls and cracking the ground inch by inch.

The shockwave made the allied ninjas' eardrums ache and their chests feel tight, as if an invisible hand had gripped their hearts, causing them to involuntarily take a few steps back, their bodies chilled to the bone.

However, even such terrifying pressure could not suppress the shock in their hearts.

The allied ninjas stood frozen in place, their gazes fixed on the figure standing in the golden rain in the distance.

Hinata Kumokawa.

He stood there quietly, golden blood raining down from his head, weaving a dazzling curtain of light around him.

He simply stood there, his face indifferent.

There was no smugness, no mockery, no pity, not even a trace of superfluous expression.

Whether it was the urgent struggle between Otsutsuki Urashiki and the almost out-of-control rage of Otsutsuki Isshiki at this moment, it was all evident.

The contents of that coffin were treasures that even these two powerful members of the Otsutsuki clan would covet and even go mad for.

Tsunade's words just now were only meant to get Hyuga Kumokawa to stop Otsutsuki Isshiki, or to seize the contents of the coffin first to prevent it from falling into enemy hands.

Even they didn't expect Hyuga Kumokawa to destroy the coffin directly.

Along with the "things" inside —

The golden liquid flowing down from the sky is still dripping down.

As everyone watched that scene, a longing gradually emerged deep in their eyes.

As the golden liquid flowed in the air, it was as clear and translucent as molten crystal, so beautiful that it seemed otherworldly.

Each drop refracts the surrounding light, casting a beautiful, colorful light and shadow in the dim underground palace, like the golden glow of dawn, the splendor of sunset, and the cool radiance of starlight.

The light and shadow danced on the walls, flowed across the ground, and shimmered in everyone's pupils, as if the entire space had been dyed into a flowing painting by this golden hue.

Every glimmer of light is incredibly alluring.

It was an indescribable attraction.

It passes through the nasal cavity, seeps into the lungs, and stirs up a certain thirst deep within everyone's body.

"Gulp!"

The allied ninjas unconsciously swallowed, their eyes glued to the golden liquid, almost able to sense its richness and—

tasty?

"This is----"

In the crowd, Tsunade's nose twitched unconsciously.

To her sense of smell, the entire space was suddenly filled with the aroma of wine.

The aroma of the wine is extremely rich and mellow.

The aroma was so rich it seemed to have a physical form, swirling and lingering in her nostrils, permeating every corner that her taste buds could reach.

It was several times stronger than any alcoholic beverage she had ever drunk before.

It has neither the spiciness of strong liquor, nor the sweetness of fruit wine, nor the bitterness of aged wine.

It was a perfect blend of alcohol and aroma, easily whetting the appetite of any drinker.

The richness of malt, the fragrance of flowers and fruits, the mellowness of time—all blend together perfectly, as if the most skilled brewer could never achieve the perfect balance in a lifetime.

It wasn't so sweet it made you nauseous, nor so spicy it was pungent; it simply seeped into her every breath gently, elegantly, and irresistibly.

Tsunade couldn't help but narrow her eyes. Her usually sharp eyes were now veiled with a misty haze, and her serious expression unconsciously relaxed, revealing a look of ecstasy.

"hiss----"

She took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale the fragrance into her lungs, and involuntarily took a step forward.

However, just as her toes touched the ground, an arm suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed her arm tightly.

Tsunade turned her head somewhat slowly, her eyes, still hazy with intoxication, meeting Jiraiya's gaze.

"Tsunade, calm down."

Jiraiya's expression was solemn, and a perfectly timed surge of chakra flowed slowly into Tsunade's body through his hand that was gripping her arm.

Like a clear spring flowing over a scorching riverbed, it gradually soothed the inexplicable restlessness within her.

The daze in Tsunade's eyes gradually faded. She blinked, as if just waking from a long, deep reverie, and then she saw—

The allied ninjas around them were walking stiffly, their eyes glazed over, like zombies, heading towards the direction where the "golden rain" was falling.

Their steps were slow, as if they were being pulled by an invisible thread, step by step, their faces filled with fascination, like believers on a pilgrimage.

Tsunade looked down at her arm that was being held, then looked up at Jiraiya's serious face.

Cold sweat immediately seeped from her forehead.

She was just doing the same thing.

"You smelled that woman's scent too?" Jiraiya asked, frowning.

"A woman's scent?" Tsunade paused, her brows furrowing. "I smell sake."

Tsunade and Jiraiya locked eyes.

The two gradually realized something.

one second.

two seconds.

Tsunade's gaze toward Jiraiya gradually turned disgusted and contemptuous, as if she were looking at a pile of unrecyclable garbage.

"Ahem." Jiraiya's expression gradually became awkward. He coughed and quickly released his grip on Tsunade's hand, changing the subject, "These kinds of things can be tempting."

"Um.

At this moment, Tsunade couldn't care less about mocking him. She withdrew her gaze and turned to look at the "golden rain" that was still falling gently. Her expression became serious again.

"If I'm not mistaken, what a person likes most will become that thing."

She paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "It will actively release a kind of spiritual power that can affect the biological nervous system, mixed in with the odor molecules, and guide out the deepest desires in our hearts."

"Thus, it lures those who smell it to approach it and taste it, with an effect similar to illusion, but more subtle and harder to detect than illusion."

Yes, one of them is an alcoholic and the other is a womanizer, but they are not so addicted that they would lose control in such a dangerous situation.

The fact that Tsunade could unconsciously take a step could only mean one thing.

The scent released by the golden liquid was so potent it was almost like an illusion.

"If that really is a coffin—"

Jiraiya stared intently at the stone cube that had been crushed into a solid form, and the golden liquid seeping from its cracks: "Could those be—"

"Blood?"

Golden blood?

In an unconscious state, can one unleash "illusions" like a living being and attract and tempt the blood of creatures like a devil?

Is this really still "blood"?

Or is it human blood?