Naruto: Experience Pain, Start by Copying the Entire Shinobi World

The mansion of a thousand hands was excessively empty.

Tsunade sat cross-legged on the cold floor, with several empty wine bottles in front of her.

As the effects of the alcohol took hold, everything before my eyes began to blur.

She remembered that brat.

I remember his lazy, sleepy look, the calmness with which he solemnly declared he would "live to a ripe old age," and the arrogance with which he whispered in my ear, his warm breath proclaiming his intention to "conquer" me.

"I will live on and on, because I still want to marry you."

"If you bet on me to win, you'll never lose."

"You bastard...you brat..."

Tsunade shook her head, grabbed the last bottle of sake, and drank the rest of the sake in one gulp.

The spicy liquid burned in my throat, but it couldn't suppress the inexplicable irritation in my heart.

She lay down on the table and fell into a deep sleep.

In my dream, there was a sea of ​​fire.

The explosion was deafening.

She saw a familiar fragment of a green vest fluttering in the air, stained with shocking blood.

"Qian Xuan!"

Tsunade suddenly woke up from her nightmare, her whole body drenched in cold sweat.

She looked around at the empty room, where only the cold moonlight shone through the hole in the roof that hadn't been repaired yet.

Loneliness and fear, like two cold hands, gripped her heart tightly.

She couldn't sit still any longer.

Tsunade stood up, quickly changed into clothes that were easy to move in, and tied her long golden hair into a ponytail.

She pulled a piece of paper from the drawer, scribbled a few lines in a flowing hand, and placed it in the most conspicuous spot on the table.

Then, her figure flashed and disappeared into the night.

……

The next morning, Shizune carried breakfast into Tsunade's room.

"Lady Tsunade, it's time..."

She paused halfway through her sentence, stunned.

The room was empty except for a few overturned wine bottles on the floor and a thin piece of paper on the table.

Silently walked over and picked up the letter.

"Shizune, I'm going to the front lines. Before I return, use your transformation magic to impersonate me and stay in the village. Don't let anyone find out, especially the old man."

The handwriting was messy, yet it conveyed an undeniable determination.

Jingyin stood frozen in place, holding the letter, while the little pig in her arms let out two uneasy cries.

……

In the dense forest one kilometer from the Kannabi Bridge.

Sengen, Kakashi, Obito, and Rin maintained their battle formation and cautiously advanced.

Having gone through the previous battle, the atmosphere in the squad was no longer as tense as before.

Obito stopped being so loud and boisterous, and Kakashi also dropped his aloof demeanor.

Stop.

Qian Xuan, who was walking at the front, suddenly raised his hand.

Almost at the same time, Kakashi also scanned the surrounding woods.

Swish—swish—swish—!

Figures emerged from the ground as if they were growing out of it, appearing from tree trunks, grass, and underground in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of ninjas dressed in Iwagakure uniforms surrounded the four of them.

Leading the group was an elite Jonin from Iwagakure with a scar on his face. He looked at the four Konoha kids surrounded in the center with a mocking expression, like a cat playing with mice.

"It seems you are the few rats who escaped the net."

Obito and Rin's faces turned deathly pale instantly.

More than a hundred... and the number is still increasing.

Kakashi's gaze also darkened.

He finally understood why Minato-sensei had said this mission was fraught with peril.

Kannabi Bridge is the most important strategic supply point for Iwagakure. How could they only send two Jonin to guard it?

Even though the main force was lured away by Minato, those who remained here were definitely an elite force.

From the very beginning, they stepped into a carefully laid trap.

There was no way to retreat.

Looking at the malicious faces around him, Qianxuan cursed the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, a thousand times in his heart.

I knew that even if I were locked up, I would never have taken this damned mission.

Before leaving, he was still bragging to that stupid woman, saying something like, "If you bet on me to win, you'll never lose."

Now look what's happened. Forget about winning, they probably can't even gather enough corpses.

Ah!

I'm such a loser!

"Kakashi, Obito."

Qianxuan flexed his wrists, his voice lacking its usual laziness.

"You two are responsible for protecting Lin."

"Senior, what about you?"

Lin asked anxiously.

"I?"

Qianxuan glanced back at them, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"I'll fight my way through for you."

After saying that, without waiting for the three to react, he took a deep breath and ignited all the chakra in his body that had just been restored.

"Shura Mode".

Om-!

That cold, emotionless killing intent once again swept across the entire woodland, centered on him.

"kill!"

The scarred-faced Iwagakure Jonin lowered his hand.

Hundreds of Iwagakure ninja surged up from all directions like a tide.

Qianxuan's figure also moved the instant they made their move.

He transformed into a black lightning bolt, actively facing the wave of death composed of kunai and ninjutsu.

puff!

With a flash of light, the two Iwagakure ninjas at the forefront were cut in half at the waist before they even saw his movements.

Fresh blood gushed out, splattering all over Qian Xuan.

Without pausing, he stepped on the corpse, his figure accelerating again, like a red-hot iron, plunging fiercely into that cold torrent of steel.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

Sparks flew wildly as the blades clashed with the kunai, scattering across the crowd.

Qianxuan's blade was so fast that only a series of silver afterimages remained.

There was no defense, no dodging, only the purest, most frenzied attack of exchanging injury for injury and risking one's life for another.

His left arm was slashed open by a kunai, but he didn't care.

His back was mangled and bloody from the aftershocks of the explosive tags, but he didn't care.

In his eyes, there were only enemies.

puff!

Another head flew off.

puff!

Another body fell.

Blood stained his hair, his face, and the green Chunin vest he wore.

He was like a tireless killing machine, leaving behind a trail of severed limbs wherever he went.

He managed to tear a gap in the encirclement of Iwagakure.

The smiles on the faces of the Iwagakure ninjas, who had been wearing mocking expressions, froze.

Fear began to spread in their hearts.

"A monster...a monster!"

"He's a demon! A demon crawled out of hell!"

Kakashi, Obito, and Rin stared blankly at the figure charging wildly through the crowd, their minds completely blank.

Is that still the same Shuo Ye Qian Xuan they know?

Kakashi looked at the figure covered in blood, yet still charging forward fearlessly, and saw the new wounds constantly appearing on his body. His heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

For the first time, he deeply understood the feeling that Obito had before.

That feeling of helplessness—being unable to fight and bleed in front of others because you are not strong enough.