Naruto: I, the villain template, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 180 Yahiko's Resolve: "Shoot him, Divine Shot."

"How did a little devil end up here?"

When the blue-haired Takishinobu saw Yun Chuan, he couldn't help but be stunned. Especially after noticing the other's relaxed and comfortable demeanor, he felt an extremely strong sense of unease.

But soon, the blue-haired Takishino shook his head, shaking off those inexplicable thoughts.

He was becoming increasingly paranoid and suspicious.

He's just a kid in his teens. What can he do even if he's strange? What's there to be afraid of?

Even if the Third Raikage were standing right in front of him, he would dare to touch him in his current soul form.

The soul is an extremely strange and mysterious thing, and mystery, to some extent, means power.

Secret techniques involving the soul have only appeared a handful of times throughout the thousands of years of the ninja world.

For ninjas who specialize in ninjutsu and taijutsu, unless their bodies are destroyed before he invades their mental space, they will definitely suffer severe damage even if they are not controlled.

Although he can't kill souls directly now, he can still knock enemies unconscious.

Only those ninjas who specialize in illusion techniques and master special secret techniques, because they usually involve the training of Yin Release chakra, will develop some resistance to attacks on the soul level.

However, those who have mastered such secret techniques and illusions are extremely rare in the entire ninja world, and it's impossible that this teenager in front of me is one of them.

"Hmph, blame your own bad luck for suddenly blocking my way!"

With that thought in mind, the blue-haired Takigakure stopped thinking about it and transformed into a phantom surrounded by a pale white light, instantly darting into Yun Chuan's body.

However, just before he was about to enter the spiritual space, the faint playful smile on Yun Chuan's face made Lan Fa Long Ren subconsciously pause for a moment.

What's wrong with this guy?

"Don't dare come in? Then I'll help you!"

Seeing his hesitant expression, Yun Chuan smiled, raised his hand, his palm swirling with spiritual energy, emitting a strange light, and suddenly slapped it onto the exposed part of his body.

hum! !

With a buzzing sound, the blue-haired Takigakure's soul completely merged into Yun Chuan's body, causing a ripple that quickly subsided.

Yun Chuan raised his deep eyes and looked at the figure that appeared in the distance.

"Boss?!

Yahiko caught up, panting, but what he saw left him speechless, his jaw practically dropping. He stammered, "You, he, you just ate him? No... ouch!"

He stumbled and couldn't get his words out clearly, and instead bit his tongue, gasping in pain.

Seeing his clumsy appearance, Yun Chuan couldn't help but find it a little funny.

However, upon seeing the injuries covering his entire body, the smile on his face faded slightly. He walked over casually, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You did well this time."

Upon hearing this, Yahiko, who had been jumping up and down in shock, stiffened and fell into a long silence.

His eardrums were ruptured, and the sounds he heard now were like the wind blowing through a noisy gust of wind, muffled and unclear.

Even if you can't hear what the leader is saying, you can tell from his expression and actions that he must be encouraging and acknowledging you.

However, he thought he would be very happy to receive the recognition he had always longed for.

But to Yahiko's surprise, the little bit of joy that had arisen in his heart was instantly overwhelmed by other emotions.

Feeling unworthy, guilty, and sorrowful, plagued by anxiety and fear of loss...

"Boss." Yahiko slowly raised his head to look at Yun Chuan in front of him, shaking his head with a slightly bitter smile. "Of the five hundred men you and that red-haired brat gave me, only half are left. I..."

"I'm sorry to you, I'm sorry to Nagato, I'm sorry to them, and even more sorry to their...family."

Yahiko knew very well that his boss's strength far surpassed his own.

If he had led those ghosts, the number of deaths and injuries would certainly not have been so high.

Yahiko certainly didn't resent Yun Chuan, because he was also very clear that this was a tribulation they had to go through.

Fight for peace!

Struggle inevitably involves bloodshed!

The struggle is not Yun Chuan's responsibility alone; it is the common goal of all of them.

They couldn't live under Yun Chuan's wing forever. Since they wanted to follow in Yun Chuan's footsteps, everything they experienced today was just the beginning.

Yahiko wants to change the Land of Rain, and even more so, he wants to change the world.

Therefore, back when Yahiko was in the Land of Hot Springs, standing in front of the statue of that evil god, holding the child in his arms, and personally wielding his sword to kill the woman, he had already abandoned his womanly compassion.

He knew that the evil god cult was just a microcosm, and that similar tragedies were happening every moment, in every place, in the ninja world.

Yahiko was once confused and didn't understand.

I don't understand why this happened, nor do I understand how to change the world.

It wasn't until he returned to Dawn City and Yun Chuan gave him several books that he finally found the answer.

Death is the first cause of faith.

From the moment a person is born, they have to face war and death, which is something many people cannot accept. Is death the end of life?

Therefore, some people began to search for the meaning of life, which is the origin of faith.

Suffering and pain are the second reason for the emergence of faith.

Many people say that the result of death is not the most terrible thing; what truly torments people is the process of heading towards death and despair, as if an invisible hand is dragging them into the abyss.

Faith is like a rope, or even just a lifeline, giving people courage and hope.

Including the leader of that evil cult, these followers were once a group of ordinary people.

The reason why evil cults exist and have developed to such an extent is because of this flawed world.

A person dies three times in their lifetime.

The first time you are declared dead is when your heart stops beating and your breathing ceases.

The second time, when you are buried, people dressed in black attend your funeral, declaring that you no longer exist in this society, that you have quietly departed;

The third death is when the last person in this world who remembers you forgets you, and then you truly die, and the whole world is no longer related to you.

If believers have no faith to sustain them in this world, then they are nothing more than a group of hopeless walking corpses.

It could die silently at any moment, like a weed, unnoticed, uncared for, and unremembered.

After death, they will only turn into a handful of dust, disappearing in the wind amidst the cries of their loved ones. In this world where everyone is struggling to survive, it won't be long before their loved ones forget them, and at that time, they will truly be dead.

They had no choice.

They could only place their hopes on the ethereal "gods," begging them to save them from this chaotic world and to grant them a new life after their death.

Therefore, in Yahiko's view, if there were not so many wars, not so many misfortunes, not so many deaths, not so much suffering in this world...

Even if a cult of evil gods were to emerge, it could not possibly grow to such a size; tragedies might still occur, but they could not be so numerous.

Yahiko didn't want things like the evil cult to happen again, so he was determined to change the world, no matter how much he had to sacrifice.

Unfortunately, he ultimately couldn't be absolutely rational, couldn't stand by and watch people die, and couldn't coldly judge their deaths as "reasonable" sacrifices.

The word "sacrifice" sounds light and airy, but what lay before him was not the "number" of deaths, but the corpses of people who were once alive but are now cold and lifeless.

Those "ghosts" also have their own families, with their own parents, children, wives, and husbands.

Even if they were content to die here because of their own inadequacy and were willing to make sacrifices for it, Yahiko could not feel any joy in his heart.

All they felt was helplessness and hatred towards their own weak power.

Thinking of this, Yahiko gritted his teeth and said, "I..."

But before he could finish speaking, a hand pressed down on his head, interrupting him.

"Everything is born and will eventually end, returning to its proper place. Even I am no exception. You only have five hundred people, while Takigakure has three thousand. To be able to do this much is already quite impressive."

Yun Chuan vigorously rubbed his head, looked around with a deep gaze, and smiled, "Moreover, death is never the end of life, but merely the wandering and slumber of the soul."

He didn't share Hashirama Senju's idea that "the dead can't interfere with the living." He, who enjoyed pleasure and did as he pleased, naturally wouldn't like an ending with regrets.

As for whether the old man of the Six Paths has any objections...

What does this have to do with him?

He has done what he should do, and is about to do what he shouldn't do, and the old man Liudao hasn't said a word.

If you're so capable, just open your coffin lid, jump out of the Pure Land and face him directly. He happens to be interested in the Pure Land too, so we'll see if we can beat him.

Besides, even if the Six Paths Elder stays in the Pure Land and doesn't come out, Yun Chuan plans to take the initiative to find him in the future.

Once the "Death Legion" and "Hollow Legion" are trained, we'll take them directly to the Six Paths Old Man's Pure Land for a visit.

Thinking of this, Yun Chuan looked down at Ya Yan, about to say something, but saw that Ya Yan looked dumbfounded and was scratching his ear: "Boss, what are you babbling about? I can't hear you. It feels like you're just opening your mouth but not saying anything."

"..."

Sure enough, you shouldn't expect this fool to say anything nice.

Yun Chuan's eye twitched involuntarily. He raised the hand that had been rubbing his head and slapped it down with a "smack".

Ignoring his foolish act of crouching down with his head in his hands, Yun Chuan looked up and surveyed his surroundings, sensing the ongoing battle.

Although the Kagero Village ninjas and the demons are currently in a favorable position, at least a third of the Takigakure ninjas have not been eliminated, and it doesn't seem like a matter that can be resolved in a short time.

"Well, it's already pretty good for the first time."

Yun Chuan sighed, slowly raised his hand, and said, "So, in the end, I'll clear the area myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, an incredibly terrifying spiritual pressure erupted from his body, causing the surrounding air to whistle. A mountain-like pressure burst forth from him, and the ground around him began to crumble.

Click! Click!

Feeling immense pressure and the threat of death, Yahiko instinctively jumped back, managing to create a hundred-meter distance before stopping and staring wide-eyed.

A large amount of stone chips were seen falling from the ground and rising into the air, and cracks in the ground began to spread, as if an unseen force was impacting the area. It was invisible yet real, and the evidence for this was the chaotic airflow, which was a torrent of spiritual pressure. The branches and leaves of the surrounding trees were blown to pieces.

The extremely strong spiritual pressure began to converge and solidify towards Yun Chuan's right hand, forming a short sword with a short blade, similar to a wakizashi, and an S-shaped tsuba.

It looks simple, but it's like a venomous snake lurking in the bushes, as if it's eyeing its prey and baring its fangs!

Meanwhile, further away, whether it was Yoru, who was rushing towards them, Kakuzu, who had pulled out the heart of the blue-haired Takigakure, or the "demons" fighting to the death around them, all of them simultaneously heard two words in their minds.

"Kneel down."

The voice seemed to resound from the depths of the brain, a dominating force originating from the very depths of the flesh and soul.

And including "Oni" Kakuzu, the moment the sound rang out, they immediately abandoned the enemy in front of them, pressed down the heads of the Kagerou Village ninjas, and knelt down on one knee without hesitation.

The next moment, Yun Chuan reached out and grasped the silver-white hilt of the sword.

He placed his hand on his left shoulder, and with a solemn and slow motion, swung the knife in front of him, drawing a sharp arc, and whispered:

"Shoot him, sharpshooter."

Within a radius of several hundred meters, the Takigakure ninja were stunned by their opponent's sudden kneeling. Before they could react, the scent of death appeared.

呲! !

The crescent-shaped arc of light instantly extended hundreds of meters long, and the terrifying airflow, like a ring-shaped shockwave from an explosion, swept across the ground like a chariot churning through mud, engulfing all the surrounding Takigakure ninja.

Nothing could stop the sharp blade of the "Divine Spear." The surrounding air was torn open by the blade, and the whistling air currents and the surrounding trees split apart at that moment.

The Takigakure ninja, struck head-on, seemed frozen in place, showing no signs of slowing down. His masked face appeared dazed, and even his ferocious laughter seemed to freeze on his lips. Time itself seemed to stand still for that instant.

Gradually, the separated airflow filled back in little by little, and the shriek of the slashing knife was drawn out for a very long time.

puff!puff!puff!

The next moment, the Takigakure ninjas, who were either standing or charging forward, suddenly lost their balance.

Yahiko and the others felt a storm rushing past them like a blade sweeping across their heads, as if everything "standing" in front of them had been "cut in half" by an invisible blade.

Those Takigakure ninjas, their upper and lower bodies separated, fell to the ground with blank and helpless expressions, looking like blood-red wheat that had been cut down with a sickle.

(End of this chapter)