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

Chapter 97 The Destroyed Land of Whirlpools (Seeking monthly votes!!)

"here……"

Mito unconsciously took a step forward, but then, as if suddenly snapping back to reality, her expression changed drastically and she took several steps back.

But that feeling of suddenly losing strength was like falling from the top of a mountain to the bottom, and the ground beneath your feet was not solid, but soft and sinking like yellow sand.

Unable to adjust immediately, she stumbled a few times and fell backward into a soft clump of grass.

puff!

Mito's falling body kicked up a cloud of dust, and an indescribable smell wafted from the surrounding area and filled her nostrils.

"Cough! Cough!" Mito choked, almost suffocating, and exclaimed, "What's that smell?"

No, that's not right. I should say, what kind of place is this?

Because she was lying on her back, her gaze naturally fell on the sky.

But the only thing visible in the field of vision was a depressing grayish-brown.

It looks like diluted blood has been smeared on a work of art with the sky as its canvas, making the sky seem to have a physical form and feel like it could collapse at any moment.

"Illusion?" A heavy, oppressive feeling welled up in Mito's heart. Feeling the fine, sand-like texture all over her body, she said in a deep voice, "How could anyone possibly drag me into an illusion while I'm in half-tailed beast form?"

In essence, "genjutsu" is a technique that uses chakra to interfere with the target's chakra, affecting their five senses and causing them to fall into hallucinations.

When she entered her half-tailed beast form, the chakra within her body was violent and surging, almost inexhaustible.

Perhaps the visual genjutsu released with the power of the Sharingan could achieve that, but Mito was confident that no one in the Uchiha clan could fall for it now, because the Uchiha clan had not produced a powerful eye in a long time.

"But I can't sense the Nine-Tails' presence, and I can't even extract its chakra..."

Mito sat up with a look of surprise and doubt, using her hands to support herself on the ground. Only then did she realize that she was not lying in a patch of yellow sand, but in a patch of soft ashes that was only black and white.

ash?

Why is there ashes?

Mito instinctively looked up ahead, but froze the moment she saw the distance.

She saw buildings that were very characteristic of the Whirlpool Clan, but now only ruins remained.

Even so, Mito could still vaguely recognize that the dilapidated high-rise standing against the gray and white background looked like the arm of a giant struggling to reach out from the quicksand.

Despair, helplessness, pain, fear...

The city is no longer a city, the streets are no longer streets; all that can be seen are ashes and the dead buildings.

A voice inside her kept telling her that this was the place, the place where she grew up, the hometown that was both familiar and strange to her.

This is Wochao Village.

Yes, Wochao Village.

The ashes in her hands still seemed slightly hot, so Mito quickly stretched out her hands, formed a hand seal, and whispered, "Release!"

But nothing changed in front of her, and unease flashed in Mito's eyes as she struggled to her feet.

What exactly happened?

Was all of this really an illusion?

Or is it really...?

call! !

Just as countless questions filled her mind, the originally gentle breeze suddenly became noisy.

It came from behind her, accompanied by a rustling sound, which gradually grew louder.

Ashes were swirled into the air by the wind, making a soft, rustling sound, and brushed across Mito's face.

She felt a fine, tingling pain, like ants biting her, and raised her hand to cover her face as she took a difficult step forward.

Until she passed through the door of the past by relying on her memory, the noisy wind in Mito's ears stopped.

"Ahem!" She couldn't help but cough lightly twice, and moved the hand that was blocking her face away.

The dim light shone through the gaps in her hands into her eyes, and a bizarre and grotesque scene gradually appeared in her pupils.

In an instant, Mito stood frozen in front of the dilapidated building. The crimson sunset had risen behind her at some point, casting a blood-red light before her eyes.

"What is this?"

If Uzushio Village is a giant buried alive in a tomb, then what lies before her are the ants who once lived on the giant's body.

Those densely packed, gray figures, each with its own unique shape, stood right before Mito's eyes at this very moment.

Some crawled on their knees in worship, some struggled and reached out, some looked up at the sky, some opened their mouths, and some wailed silently...

Those gray figures were like silent statues; as the wind blew, gray embers drifted down from them.

There was no flesh or living creature in sight, only the nauseating stench of burning flesh and the utter despair before my eyes.

"How could this happen?"

This scene was enough to plunge one into deathly silence. Mito's face was full of bewilderment. She gradually forgot the possibility of illusion and subconsciously took a step forward.

She passed two statues standing together, separated by a gap of several centimeters, and both of them were missing an arm.

One can imagine that when facing death, they were lovers holding hands, perhaps saying they would never leave each other in life, and then death cruelly separated them.

"It's Hongji's son and daughter-in-law..."

Despite the blurry faces of the two corpses, Mito actually recognized them.

Hiroki Uzumaki was a junior colleague with whom she had a good relationship. In their correspondence, when she mentioned her son and daughter-in-law, her words were always filled with a palpable sense of satisfaction.

In a recent letter, she mentioned that her daughter-in-law was pregnant and that she would see her grandson before she died...

After a moment of silence, Mito stiffly reached out, wanting to touch the two corpses.

But her fingertips only touched it lightly, and a crisp sound instantly rang out.

Click! Click!

As the two corpses crumbled into dust, Mito's face turned even paler.

After a long silence, she started walking again.

A man's corpse had its arms outstretched as if trying to block something, but it was clear that he was engulfed by the surging flames.

Behind him were two smaller, curled-up corpses, and a frail female corpse crouching and holding a small child, seemingly trying to protect her child in her arms.

But in the end, the result was the same: all three members of the family died, turning into three charred corpses.

Old people, children, men, women...

Mito walked among the gray ruins, surrounded by gray-black figures on both sides.

They were once living, breathing human beings, but now they have all been burned to a crisp.

"..."

Looking at those familiar or unfamiliar faces, Mito felt increasingly breathless as she walked forward, and fear and dread rose from her chest.

She felt as if she were experiencing a terrifying nightmare, a real, absurd nightmare from which she could not wake up.

Just then, a rustling sound suddenly reached her ears.

Mito suddenly turned her head to look behind her, and the next moment, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Suddenly, those dark figures, devoid of flesh and life, all turned their heads toward her.

(End of this chapter)