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

Chapter 217 Human Experiments in Sunagakure: Civilians Become Test Subjects

The Land of Rain, a border valley.

After winter sets in, the weather becomes bitterly cold.

It's only a few hours until nightfall, and you can still faintly see some sunset glow on the horizon. The temperature is already quite cold.

"..."

Yashamaru, with a face as delicate as a woman's, stood outside the makeshift tent, his brows furrowing as he felt the wind and rain howling past his ears.

This place is far from the capital of the Land of Rain, and there are very few places where people can be seen. Even if there are some settlements, most of them have been destroyed and only ruins remain.

"The weather in this small country is really annoying."

A Sand Village ninja emerged from his tent, grumbled, then patted Yashamaru on the shoulder and asked, "What are you standing here for? Aren't you cold?"

"It's nothing." Yashamaru smiled perfunctorily, gazing into the distance as he spoke, "It's just... I don't know why, I'm having some trouble sleeping."

"Maybe it's because this is your first time on the front lines. Don't worry, this should be the safest place, much safer than those unlucky guys who have to face 'highly poisonous weapons'."

The Sand Village ninja offered a casual word of comfort, his tone tinged with schadenfreude, and waved his hand, saying, "Then I'll head back first. You should get some rest too; we'll be taking turns on duty tomorrow morning."

Yashamaru sighed subconsciously and glanced at the sky above the valley.

The valley is filled with jagged rocks, interspersed with bare gravel and loose wood.

Suddenly, Yashamaru's eyes narrowed, and he frowned, asking, "What is that?"

"Huh?" The Sand Village ninja who had already turned to leave paused, instinctively following his gaze to the horizon. "What...what is that?"

In the fading light of the distant horizon, a flock of birds seemed to spread their wings and cast a dark shadow toward the ground.

"Captain, it seems we've been discovered."

On the horizon, Kong Ren, wearing goggles, looked down into the valley and spoke.

"No, we're attacking." The air ninja captain raised his ninja tool and said coldly, "On my command, load, one volley, fire!"

Meanwhile, in the valley, a hint of surprise flashed across Yashamaru's narrowed eyes.

The dark figures on the horizon were small, but they were definitely visible.

Birds?

In this country, in this weather, are there even birds?

In a flash, several thoughts raced through Yashamaru's mind.

Just then, he saw a row of thin, reflective dots hurtling toward him at an extremely fast speed.

A sense of impending death surged through him in that instant, and almost instinctively, Yashamaru tilted his head with a blank expression.

All he heard was the piercing sound of wind rushing past his ears. A bullet pierced through the tent behind him, making a faint sound of tearing the tarpaulin. Only then did the stinging pain travel from his ears to his brain.

Belatedly, I covered my ears, only to find my hands were wet, and my expression instantly turned to pain.

But the Sand Village ninja behind him wasn't so lucky.

*Pfft!* *Bang!*

Blood bloomed in Yashamaru's peripheral vision as the bullet struck his right eye, causing it to burst into a bloody spray. In shock, he fell backward to the ground with a dull thud.

Ignoring his mangled right ear, Yashamaru quickly rolled to the side of the rock, shrinking his body.

A buzzing sound broke the silence as hundreds of flying ninja tools, like a silver-gray cloud, slowly magnified in Yashamaru's eyes.

"Enemy attack!!"

As the roar of shock and rage rang out, a hail of bullets rained down on the camp, instantly tearing the tents to shreds and splashing blood into the rain!

In an instant, all the Sand Village ninja stationed in the valley were alerted.

Ignoring their comrades who had survived the attack and were still groaning in pain, the Sand Village ninjas who had gathered scattered in all directions without hesitation.

"Those people are... Sora ninja?!"

Some of the Sand Village ninja instantly recognized the iconic flying ninja tools and exclaimed in surprise, "Haven't they been gone for a long time since their invasion of Konoha?!"

"Why are the Sky Ninja here? What are they up to?"

"Go and inform Lord Manyu immediately!!"

In the sky, the Sky Ninjas merely stared coldly at the Sand Village ninjas below, raising their rapid-fire ninja tools and pulling the triggers.

In an instant, the only sound in the sky was the piercing, clamorous wind, as if it were about to fill the void in the entire world.

Bang bang bang! !

A large number of bullets shot out from the muzzle, whistling through the air with a terrifying sound.

At the same time, Yashamaru glanced at the spot behind him where the bullet had struck. His suddenly dilated pupils reflected an extremely deep and tiny hole, with the surrounding spiral-shaped lines clearly visible.

The bullet was imbued with wind-style chakra?!

"Don't block it!"

A terrified shout rang out, but his warning came too late.

The Sand Village ninja below instinctively raised their weapons and swung them down precisely and forcefully at the projectiles flying directly at them...

*Pfft! Pfft!*

"ah!!"

The ninja tools used by Toriyama and others are no longer the crude tools of the past, but advanced tools that have been improved by the research institute and have gone through several generations. They can convert chakra into wind-style ninja tools through embedded devices.

Driven by wind-style chakra, the bullet's firing speed and power far exceeded that of a kunai fired by an ordinary ninja.

Its terrifying penetrating power instantly pierced through the bodies of those Sand Village ninjas, and screams and wails of pain and fear echoed throughout the entire Sand Village camp.

Bullets came flying one after another. While dodging, Yashamaru spread his five fingers and extended the chakra threads in his hand toward his ninja tool pouch.

"Ninpo Technique: Control the Attack Blade!"

Several kunai were pulled out by the threads, surrounding him in a defensive formation, bursting into continuous sparks.

Like Yashamaru, the other Sand Village ninjas suffered heavy casualties due to being caught off guard, but they were well-trained ninjas and quickly suppressed their fear to maintain their offensive and defensive formations.

"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"

Dozens of Sand Village ninjas coordinated perfectly, forming hand seals simultaneously. The gusts of wind they exhaled whipped up countless raindrops, ravaging the incoming wind-style projectiles.

The force of the Wind Release ninjutsu instantly overwhelmed the rain of bullets, and the heavy weight in the hearts of those Sand Village ninjas was lifted instantly.

"That's it! Maintain formation!"

Yashamaru encouraged his companions, shouting, "Don't panic! There are only about a hundred of them. Lord Tameki and the others will be here soon!"

The air ninjas circled continuously above the valley, like hawks waiting for their prey to relax.

He hadn't expected to use these bullets against the elite ninjas of Sunagakure.

If they could be dealt with so easily, then the ninjas of a great nation might not be so worthless.

At the very front of the V-shaped formation, the air ninja captain made a hand gesture and said coldly, "Reload!"

Upon hearing the order, the Sky Ninjas simultaneously took out red bullets from the ninja tool pouches on their arms and loaded them into their ninja tool magazines.

At the same time, the Sand Village ninjas below sensed that the attack from above had weakened.

"These guys are seriously underestimating us! Stay in cover, use Wind Release to deal with these damned bats!"

The Sand Village ninjas, skilled in Wind Release ninjutsu, formed hand seals and prepared powerful offensive ninjutsu, while the Sand Village ninjas, skilled in Earth Release ninjutsu, stood guard beside them, using ninjutsu to build a defensive fortress.

Just as the chakra within their bodies was about to be released, several bullets traced bright red trajectories in the darkness, falling towards the Sand Village members below at near projectile speed.

"Something's not right! Why is it so slow?"

Upon seeing those projectiles with a completely different firing rate than before, Yashamaru felt an ominous sense of foreboding.

As they fell, the projectiles grew larger and larger in their field of vision.

The ninjutsu of those wind-style ninjas were also released at this moment.

However, upon finally recognizing what it was, Yashamaru's expression immediately changed.

That aura of fire-attribute chakra...

"Get down!"

"don't want!"

"That's an explosion..."

Before Yashamaru and the other Sand Village ninjas could finish their shouts, the Wind Release ninjutsu met the crimson projectiles in the sky...

Boom! Boom boom boom!!

The once dark and peaceful night sky was suddenly replaced by a roar, illuminating the entire sky as if it were midday.

Smoke, rain, and mist burst forth in all directions, accompanied by flames, and the Sand Village ninjas were swept away by the shockwave of the explosion.

Some of the untriggered projectiles exploded on the ground, and the Sand Village ninjas within a radius of several meters were blown to pieces before they could even scream.

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"It seems they've already made their move."

Meanwhile, in the deepest part of the valley, even the sky above is blocked by the valley.

Yahiko turned his head and looked into the distance behind him, where he could see orange-red "fireworks" suddenly bursting into the originally dim night.

The sky, which had already darkened, was now illuminated again by the firelight, like a crimson crescent moon rising in the valley, dazzling and beautiful beyond compare.

But behind this beautiful scene, a scream suddenly rang out!

The scorching flames encroached from afar, the air temperature began to rise, and the heat rushed towards Yahiko's face, mixed with the smell of gunpowder and acrid smoke.

In the stillness of the night, the sound of bombing was purer and more muffled than usual; it was the weight of life...

Yahiko opened his eyes, turned to look at the gate in front of him, and at Nagato standing in front of it, frowning as he asked, "Can't you open it?"

"This is a bit troublesome." Nagato placed his hand on the alloy door, carefully examined it, and frowned. "Mechanical lock, forged from a single piece of special alloy."

"It seems like this is no ordinary problem." Yahiko said with some helplessness, "I've already asked, and this is the only way to get down there."

"...Then there's nothing we can do."

Nagato remained silent for a moment, then took a few steps back.

"Hmm?" Yahiko was also pushed back by him and was about to ask a question.

But then, nine scarlet thorns, each as thick as an arm, suddenly burst forth from his tailbone and gradually spiraled and twisted together.

Cluck! Crunch!

After a tooth-grinding sound, the nine thorns twisted into an incredibly thick bar and slammed into the alloy door in front of them.

Bang! !

A deafening explosion erupted between the two, like a maddened giant tortoise ramming against a gate, causing Yahiko, with his keen senses, to cover his ears and show a pained expression.

"What are you doing...?"

A moment later, the sharp sound in his ears subsided, and Yahiko looked up with a complaint, but swallowed the rest of his words.

There was a noticeable dent in the alloy door, and numerous cracks appeared on the wall where it connected to the main wall.

"Really hard."

Looking at her torn and bleeding flesh, Nagato frowned and shook off the scarlet juice.

"...You're pretty tough too." Yahiko ground his teeth, feeling a bit of toothache.

What kind of superhuman strength is this?

Is this the strength a sickly person like you should have?

Seeing Nagato take a few steps back, as if he wanted to try again, Yahiko's eye twitched, and he quickly reached out to stop him, saying, "Wait a minute, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about the word 'infiltration'?"

"Completing an operation without any witnesses is called infiltration. If you're discovered, just kill them." Nagato frowned, retorted, and then asked with dissatisfaction, "Do you have a better way?"

Yahiko scratched his head and muttered, "I should have brought the new bombs that the explosion maniacs from the Equipment R&D Department gave me."

"...We might not even be able to get here alive."

Ignoring Nagato's cold joke, Yahiko looked at the massive alloy door again, stroked his chin, then glanced at the sword at his waist. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he held up a finger: "Hey, I've got it!"

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呲呲!

The incredibly hot, crimson blade distorted the surrounding air as it sliced ​​across the alloy door, melting and flowing onto the ground like water.

A doorway, large enough for one person to pass through, was drawn, and with a gentle push, a large piece of alloy crashed to the ground.

"hey-hey."

Yahiko twirled the long sword in his hand, then sheathed it, laughing, "I told you it would work."

Silently shifting his senses away from the sword, Nagato subtly created a slight distance between himself and the blade.

The temperature of this knife is rather frightening.

When I got close to it just now, it felt to Nagato like it was about to spontaneously combust.

It seems this guy has never let his guard down...

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go." Nagato shook off his chaotic thoughts and stepped onto the stairs leading downstairs, with Yahiko quickly following behind.

As the two ventured deeper, the only sounds around them were their breathing and footsteps. They were in a silent stairwell surrounded by walls and steps, with nothing else but the walls and steps. They did not encounter any guards along the way.

Yahiko couldn't even remember how long he had been walking; he only knew that he was going downhill, but he could never see the end of the spiral staircase.

It felt as if this road led to hell; the further down I went, the more uneasy I felt.

Looking at the main gate outside, this place must be very important, yet we entered so easily without encountering any obstacles.

Even if the Sky Ninja attracted the attention of the Sand Village ninjas, shouldn't there still be some precautions here?

As Yahiko was still thinking this, Nagato suddenly stopped in his tracks.

boom!

Yahiko felt like he'd bumped into a wall, and couldn't help but gasp, rubbing his forehead as he asked, "What are you doing?"

"..."

Looking at the suddenly bright and empty area in front of her, Nagato lowered her head and took a deep breath, her cheeks even twitching slightly with anger.

"Sunagakure, you're asking for death!!"

Yahiko paused for a moment, his gaze passing over Nagato's shoulder, and then froze on the spot.

In the vast, open space, countless dark figures were hanging upside down like a forest, their faces barely visible in the candlelight.

Those were pale, expressionless faces, their eyes closed, as serene as newborn babies.

But their abdomens were cut open, and their internal organs had been removed.

The limbs hung down naturally, making a clicking sound, like wooden dolls.

The most primal fear and eeriness slowly permeated the air.

(End of this chapter)