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

The wind in the forest carried a faint smell of blood.

Qianxuan's figure darted among the shadows of the trees, moving as fast as a passing gust of wind.

He didn't turn around, but he knew that Yecang would follow.

A person betrayed by the whole world has no choice but to grasp the only hand reaching out from the abyss.

trouble.

Qianxuan sighed inwardly.

I think I exceeded expectations for this mission, right?

They picked up an S-rank rogue ninja.

If this were brought back to Konoha, the Third Hokage would probably have a stroke on the spot.

A "hero" of unknown origin with a blood feud with the high-ranking officials of Sunagakure is a hot potato no matter how you look at it.

However, if it were given to Tsunade...

Qianxuan's lips curled up uncontrollably.

He could already imagine Tsunade's surprised and delighted face when she saw that he had not only completed the mission unscathed, but had also managed to recruit an S-rank henchman.

Then, I can take the opportunity to make a small request...

"Hehehehe..."

A familiar, eerie laugh echoed through the woods, startling a flock of birds into flight.

……

The port is right in front of us.

Unlike the desolate and dilapidated docks of the Land of Waves, this place is heavily guarded, with guards every three steps and sentries every five steps.

A chilling atmosphere permeated the air.

Huge ironclad ships were docked at the shore, and ninjas dressed in Kirigakure uniforms were like worker ants, carrying boxes of supplies marked with military insignia onto the ships.

On the other side of the port, thousands of Kirigakure ninjas, fully equipped and ready to go, were gathered, each with a cold expression and a murderous aura.

Clearly, this is preparation to send reinforcements to the front lines.

Qianxuan hid in the shadow of a towering pile of goods, activating his [Aura Concealment] to its maximum.

The person seemed to blend into the surrounding environment, and even breathing became barely perceptible.

He looked at the busy and tense scene before him, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

Damaging the port.

Hiruzen Sarutobi's mission is easy to put into words.

With this scale and this level of security, an ordinary Jonin would be lucky to even reach the side of the ship, let alone cause any damage.

However, this was not a difficult task for Qianxuan.

Like a top-tier assassin, he silently infiltrated this forbidden zone of death.

His figure would sometimes transform into a shadow that barely touched the ground, slipping past the patrol team's feet.

At times, it resembles a falling leaf, lightly clinging to the ship's side.

Those Kirigakure ninjas with keen senses only felt a gentle breeze, but they were completely unaware that death had already brushed past them.

Qianxuan's movements were fluid and graceful.

He precisely placed the explosive tags under the ship's power core, ammunition depot, and the mountains of supplies piled up on the shore.

The technique was professional, and the positioning was tricky.

After finishing one of the posters, he didn't forget to examine his work with a professional eye, and then curled his lip in disdain.

"Tsk, what kind of lousy wood is used for the keel of this ship? It smells like the sea and it wasn't even fully dried before it was used. They're cutting corners."

While complaining, he took out another explosive tag and carefully stuck it on the weakest connection of the dragon bone.

After half an hour.

Like a leisurely person who has just finished strolling through his own backyard, Qianxuan quietly slipped out of the port again.

He returned to the dense forest he had been in before.

On the open ground, the corpses of the Mist Ninja had been cleaned up, leaving only a few pools of dark red blood that had seeped into the soil.

Yekura, dressed in a relatively clean Kirigakure ninja outfit that she had taken from some unlucky guy, was leaning against a big tree, resting with her eyes closed.

Her long, flaxen hair was casually draped over her shoulders, obscuring half of her face and making it impossible to see her expression.

Hearing footsteps, she opened her eyes abruptly, her gaze still filled with vigilance.

When she saw that the person who came was Qian Xuan, her tense aura eased slightly, but her eyes were still complicated.

Qianxuan ignored her inner turmoil.

He walked to the center of the open space, found a spot that he thought had the best lighting and angle, and stood there.

Then, he slowly turned his back to the port, spread his arms, and struck an extremely flamboyant, yet somewhat childish, pose.

Ye Cang looked at him, his brows furrowing tightly.

What's this guy up to now?

Qianxuan offered no explanation.

He merely turned his head slightly, glancing at the woman who was still confused out of the corner of his eye, a confident and smug smile curving his lips.

He slowly raised his right hand.

"Snapped!"

A crisp snap of fingers suddenly rang out in the silent forest.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

one second.

two seconds.

……

Just when Yekura thought this guy was playing a trick on her.

boom--!!!

A deafening roar, loud enough to rip eardrums, suddenly came from the direction of the port!

Then came the second sound, the third sound...

Huge fireballs shot into the sky, turning the entire sky a doomsday orange-red.

A terrifying shockwave, carrying scorching air and countless fragments, swept in.

The trees in the forest were being blown about wildly, as if they might be uprooted at any moment.

Ye Cang instinctively raised his arm to shield himself, but his eyes were fixed on the distant port that had been transformed into a living hell.

She could imagine how many lives were lost in that sea of ​​fire in an instant.

Those were thousands of elite soldiers from the Mist Shadows, enough supplies to support a large-scale battle.

That's it...gone?

Was it erased with a snap of the fingers of the man in front of him?

She turned her head sharply and looked at the culprit.

He maintained that flamboyant pose, his back to the raging sea of ​​fire, letting the violent shockwaves whip his clothes and hair.

In the firelight, that profile was half in light and half in shadow.

"A real man,"

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching Ye Cang's ears, carrying a pretentious depth and vicissitude.

"Never look back at the explosion."

"..."

Ye Cang opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

She stared blankly at the man posing in the flames and wind.

Shock, fear, absurdity, speechless...

A torrent of emotions churned within her, but in the end, they all coalesced into a single thought.

Is this guy... out of his mind?

Is my future really secure if I follow a man like this?

She suddenly realized that her future might be even more difficult than being betrayed by the village.

The kind of exhaustion that comes from being mentally drained.