Naruto: From Fake to Real, Deceiving the Ninja World

Chapter 575 Hinata Aoi: Why?

Are you kidding me?!

In Momoshiki's eyes, astonishment, anger, and fear flashed by one after another.

"One move—how dare you—"

He struggled, his voice hoarse and barely audible as he said, "The entire Otsutsuki clan, the entire universe—there will be no place for you—"

Click!

Without even glancing at him, Otsutsuki Isshiki tightened his grip on Momoshiki's neck, a crisp cracking sound interrupting his unfinished words.

Whoosh!

With a sharp whistling sound, Ōtsutsuki Isshiki swung his arm downwards.

"asshole!"

With a look of terror on his face, Momoshiki Ōtsutsuki was thrown down like a piece of rotten flesh towards the Ten-Tails below, falling straight into its gaping maw filled with fangs.

Bang! Crack! Crack!

The Ten-Tails' massive jaws snapped shut instantly, and a chilling chewing sound emanated from those tightly closed mouths, bones shattering...

The sound of flesh being ground sent chills down everyone's spine.

At the same time, Otsutsuki Isshiki did not notice that the golden blood beneath the Ten-Tails seemed to be attracted by the Ten-Tails and was meandering along the ground.

As if it had come to life, it left traces on the ground like meridians, spreading like blood vessels, silently seeping into the body of the Ten-Tails and being absorbed by it.

The Ten-Tails' originally violent aura gradually became terrifying and profound.

Its body began to swell, visibly expanding, its muscles bulging, its bones growing taller, and its stratum corneum becoming thicker, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

The jagged, tree-like thorns on its back began to grow and deform, gradually forming something resembling a flower bud, which bulged up from the ten-tailed creature's back, closing and struggling.

It looked like it was about to bloom at any moment.

"roar!!"

The Ten-Tails let out a greedy and painful roar, and its ten huge tails, which had been raised high behind it, suddenly stabbed downwards and into the ground.

After its tail entered the ground, it did not stop, but continued to grow, branch, and spread, like the roots of an ancient tree that has been growing for millions of years, extending wildly in all directions.

Thud! Thud thud!

The ground continued to crack, and terrifying, surging air currents, like giant walls, emanated from the Ten-Tails in all directions. Wherever the air currents passed, the ground was lifted up and rocks were crushed.

Those thick tree roots, like ferocious dragons, surged forward along the ground, crushing all obstacles in their path.

The sudden gust of wind whipped up Jiraiya and the others' robes, making it almost impossible for them to open their eyes and nearly knocking them to the ground.

But no one dared to look away, and no one dared to close their eyes.

They could only raise their arms to protect themselves, their feet desperately imbued with chakra to firmly plant themselves on the ground, watching the scene with a mixture of shock and fear.

Otsutsuki Isshiki, that madman—

He actually used Momoshiki Otsutsuki, who was of similar status to himself, as a "sacrifice" to make the Ten-Tails become the complete God Tree, and fed it to the Ten-Tails' larva!

Becoming the ten-tailed creature of the Divine Tree will allow it to devour all life on this planet, absorb the best genes from all living beings, and bear a unique fruit.

That would be an even more terrifying fruit than the one Kaguya Otsutsuki ate.

This is also what Otsutsuki Isshiki wanted.

"Yun Chuan!"

As the massive, menacing tree roots surged toward Hyuga Kumokawa, Jiraiya, Tsunade, Kakashi, and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they instinctively screamed.

The tree roots had a very clear objective: they were heading straight for Hinata Kumokawa's location, intending to engulf the boy along with the golden rain of blood.

However, Hinata Aoi was the one who acted the fastest.

She didn't scream out loud, nor did she hesitate for a moment.

Before Jiraiya's voice had even faded, her figure had already vanished from the spot, rushing straight towards Hyuga Kumokawa without fear or hesitation.

Seeing this, Tsunade and the others also reacted suddenly and instinctively rushed towards Hyuga Kumokawa's direction.

Afterimages intertwined, and the wind howled.

Hinata Aoi was the first to appear in front of Hinata Kumokawa in a flash, adopting a Gentle Fist stance to block him and face the surging countless tree roots.

Her back was slender, yet she did not tremble at all.

Immediately afterwards, Jiraiya, Tsunade, Kakashi, and others arrived one after another, standing in a line in front of Hyuga Kumokawa, forming a human wall.

They still believed in Hinata Kumokawa and trusted in his power.

They believed that as long as he was alive, he could protect everyone and lead them away from here.

Therefore, their choice was not to let Hinata Kumokawa stay behind, but to stand beside him, or even in front of him.

"Yunkawa, let's leave here together," Jiraiya said in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on the approaching tree roots.

Hinata Aoi turned her head slightly to look at Hinata Kumokawa behind her.

Reflected in her pure white eyes, the indifference on Hinata Kumokawa's face melted away like spring snow.

A faint smile appeared on his lips, gentle and reliable, just as it had been for the past ten years, just as—

Like Hinata Kumokawa in the past.

"Thank you, Aoi, really, thank you, thank you all."

Hinata Kumokawa smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping over each person blocking his way.

"Having you, and all of you by my side, is my good fortune."

Upon hearing these words, meeting those gentle yet profound eyes, Hinata Aoi's initial unease and fear vanished instantly.

"You—" Hinata Aoi's breath hitched, but her heart pounded faster than usual.

The emotions that were almost overflowing yet carefully restrained were nearly uncontrollable, surging and crashing in her chest, almost breaking through the dam she had built over the years.

She dared not look into those eyes again, instinctively turning her back and saying stiffly, "Don't say anymore. If you have something to say, say it when we get back—"

"It's okay."

Behind her, Hinata Kumokawa's voice, which seemed even gentler, interrupted her, repeating, "It's alright."

"You're the last one," he said.

Upon hearing this, Hinata Aoi was slightly taken aback and was about to turn her head to look.

A broad, warm embrace came over her.

A strong yet gentle arm reached out from behind her and put its arm around her shoulder.

The movement was as gentle as if she were embracing a fragile treasure, carrying her familiar scent and warmth.

Hinata Aoi's body stiffened slightly, her cheeks flushed uncontrollably, and her mind went blank.

But the next moment—

puff!

Hinata Aoi felt a sudden, sharp pain in her chest.

Her mind went blank, her neck stiffened, like a rusty gear, slowly lowering inch by inch to look at her heart.

A blood-soaked sword emerged from her heart.

It pierced her heart.

The sword was long and straight, its blade stained with crimson blood. Drop by drop, the blood slid down the tip of the sword and gathered at her feet, forming a pool of blood that spread out in concentric circles of scarlet ripples.

""

Hinata Aoi's expression was blank.

The shyness and panic from before still lingered in those pure white eyes, not yet faded away.

Her trembling lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but only blood gushed from her mouth, sliding down her chin and dripping onto the sword that had pierced her chest.

"Do you remember that question from before?"

The sound came from behind her and reached her ears.

The voice was still gentle, but it contained something she had never heard before.

That superior air of looking down was as calm as a god looking down on ants.

What is the emotion furthest from "understanding"?

The voice was very close; it was as if Hinata Kumokawa was whispering in her ear, "The last answer you gave me was longing."

"Actually, the answer is correct."

Hinata Kumokawa paused for a moment.

"But unfortunately, the emotion that is furthest from me being understood is the emotion you have for me."

"It's not something to aspire to."

He smiled slightly and said, "It's unrestrained admiration."

In God's eyes, divine love should be placed below reverence for God.

Therefore, the yearning for divine love, misplaced with the endless demands of the object of lust, this unrestrained adoration, is sin, the final of the "seven deadly sins"—

—"Lust".

puff!

The sword blade that pierced Hinata Aoi's chest was suddenly pulled out, drawing out a string of bright red blood droplets that traced an arc in the air.

Hinata Aoi stumbled forward, falling several steps, her body losing balance like a puppet with its strings cut, and she fell forward.

But at the last moment, an arm reached out and caught her.

"Sister Kui!"

Hinata caught her, and looking at the weak Hinata Aoi, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Hinata Kumokawa, who had already distanced himself from them.

"Lord Yun Chuan, what are you doing?!" she asked in disbelief.

The others who witnessed this scene finally snapped out of their shock.

All eyes were focused on that figure.

The boy who had just been smiling at them and saying "thank you" had now retreated several feet away, and the familiar gentle smile on his face had disappeared.

Instead, there was a chilling indifference.

Why?

Why?

Is this an illusion?

Everyone was stunned, unable to believe what they were seeing.

What happened?

Lord Yunchuan, did you kill Hinata Aoi?

He killed Hinata Aoi, the person he trusted most.

Hinata Kumokawa paid no attention to their astonishment and suspicion.

He stood there, the blade of his sword still dripping blood, his gaze calm.

From the shadow beneath his feet and behind him, a dark figure shrouded in darkness gradually emerged, slowly taking shape and becoming more defined.

That is————

"film?!"

Jiraiya's voice was hoarse, and his gaze involuntarily fell on the hand of "Shadow".

In the shadow's hand, a bloody head was held, the cut clean, the face aged, the eyes wide open, as if it never imagined it would meet such an end.

The owner of that head was the one who had never appeared—

"Old man!"

Upon seeing Hiruzen Sarutobi's head, Jiraiya's pupils constricted, his eyes instantly flashing with rage and bloodshot veins. He hissed hoarsely, "Kage!!"

[Why is everyone saying I cut it off, that I only have tens of thousands of words left? It's really not that bad. I've just been too busy lately, only having a little time each evening, but I'm too tired and sleepy to write the ending in this state, otherwise it would be a pile of crap. I can only try to adjust my sleep schedule.]

[Forget it, saying this is useless. Anyway, it's my fault. I'll just kowtow to the men a few more times, *bang bang bang bang bang* (really kowtowed) or 2]

[I can't guarantee I'll reach 7,000 or 8,000 words again, but I'll try to update steadily. If you don't trust me, you can wait until the story is finished before reading. I won't cut off updates.]

>