Naruto: From Fake to Real, Deceiving the Ninja World.

The burning emptiness in my stomach was gradually replaced by the satisfaction of being full, and my limbs, which had been weak due to malnutrition, seemed to be injected with new vitality!

The biting chill brought by the rain was dispelled, and my body became warm and comfortable. The few small cuts on my arm scabbed over and fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing perfectly intact skin!

Even the sallow complexion caused by prolonged hunger regained a touch of rosiness at this moment!

"What, what is this?!"

Feeling the power and warmth filling his body, the boy's eyes were filled with unbelievable shock.

This scene was clearly witnessed by all the believers, whose envy and jealousy turned into fanaticism, and they even trembled with excitement.

miracle!

The Cult Leader is the Divine Child!

Looking at the fanatical believers, Hidan withdrew his hand with satisfaction.

The wound on his palm healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only a faint red mark.

This is of course a "miracle," bestowed by the evil god, the power of the "Four-Sickle Child."

As one of the first to obtain this weapon, Hidan had been feeding it with his soul during this time, which had already caused the "Four-Sided Scythe Boy" to undergo a transformation.

"Size change" is just the most basic ability of this weapon. In addition to his original "immortality", he also has a powerful self-healing ability that can be used without hand seals.

This knife can accelerate self-healing by absorbing the blood of others. As long as enough blood is absorbed, severed limbs can be regenerated. It can also be used to feed blood to others to strengthen their physique and heal their injuries.

Hidan could sense that the "Four-Scythe Child" bestowed upon him by the Jashin had not yet been used at its full potential.

As long as the name of the Evil God continues to be spread, as long as more people believe in the Evil God, as long as more powerful souls are offered up...

Thinking of this, Hidan looked at the blank-faced boy and asked, "What's your name?"

The boy suddenly came to his senses, looked up at Hidan's face, pursed his scarlet lips, and replied, "Master, my name is Nora."

"Nora, from now on you are a follower of the cult and one of our companions."

Hidan grinned and said, "If you have any family members, you can bring them along. Everyone will get food. If you have any injuries or illnesses, come find me."

Upon hearing this, Nora's body trembled involuntarily, a sickly red flush rose to his face, and he lowered his head deeply, saying excitedly, "Thank you! Thank you, Master!"

Hidan looked at the group of Jashin cult followers, his voice suddenly becoming loud and inflammatory: "Tell us about our new comrades!"

"Who is it that has made you homeless and displaced, forced to scavenge among corpses like stray dogs?!"

"It's ninjas!" Hundreds of believers roared in unison, their voices filled with hatred, making eardrums buzz.

"Who is it!" Hidan's voice grew even more impassioned as his gaze swept across the believers' faces. "Who stole your loved ones, your homes, everything you own?!"

"It's a ninja!!"

The believers' roars grew even more violent, their eyes bloodshot with rage, and many of them trembled slightly, as if they were about to unleash the resentment that had been building up in their hearts!

"Who is it again!" Hidan suddenly spread his arms wide, his voice filled with fanaticism, "I grant you the power to rebel against these high and mighty ninjas and reclaim everything you have lost!"

"It is the Lord!!"

This response was like a tsunami, filled with unparalleled fervor and faith.

“That’s right!” Hidan’s lips curled into a maniacal grin. “It’s our ‘Lord’! Our great ‘Lord’!”

After saying this, he slowly raised his newly healed hand and solemnly and devoutly touched his forehead and shoulders, drawing an equilateral triangle with meticulous and sacred ritualistic movements.

"Praise be to my Lord."

Hidan's voice lowered, yet carried a chilling piety and fervor, like a devout believer whispering: "Death is rebirth, return to the embrace of my Lord."

Hundreds of believers simultaneously raised their right hands and drew the same equilateral triangle on their bodies.

"Praise be to my Lord! Death is a new life; return to the embrace of the Lord!"

Their voices were unified, their heads bowed deeply, like the most humble lambs, as they chanted the prayer in unison:

"Only the Lord is with me in this desolate and hopeless place..."

"The Lord has bestowed abundant blessings upon me; I offer my faith to the Lord..."

The prayers began in a low voice, then gradually rose in pitch, becoming fervent and devout.

Yakushi Kabuto also bowed his head deeply and whispered devoutly, but his eyes behind his glasses were very calm.

To ensure the orphanage's continued existence, and for the sake of Director Nonou and the children, he chose to become a Konoha intelligence agent, infiltrating various ninja countries for several years.

The reason he joined Hidan's Jashin Cult now is naturally to use the Jashin Cult's power to help Konoha defeat Kumogakure in the Land of Hot Springs.

This was the last order given by the Root leader.

However, he did not expect Hidan to possess such a bizarre ability, and the speed at which the Jashin Cult grew was somewhat beyond his expectations.

"..."

Thinking of the countless human tragedies he had witnessed in the Land of Hot Springs recently, Kabuto Yakushi slowly closed his eyes to calm his turbulent heart.

The reason why the originally small-scale evil god cult has grown so rapidly is because the war has ravaged and caused suffering to the land of Tang.

These followers who joined the cult were once ordinary civilians. Did they really stay here because they believed in some "God"?

No.

Having witnessed the growth and expansion of the evil cult firsthand, Kabuto Yakushi knew that these people joined the "cult" not because of some vague "master".

It's because only here do they live like human beings, instead of vultures and wild dogs scavenging among rotting corpses!

Only here can one gain power, instead of living in constant fear and being accidentally injured or killed by ninja techniques!

Countless desperate people were thus drawn in, and after witnessing Hidan's abilities and gaining power, they developed faith. The Jashin Cult grew wildly, like a poisonous fungus feeding on rotting flesh.

"Now I can't leave even if I want to." Yakushi Kabuto sighed inwardly.

At least if he stays here, it will prevent Hidan and the Jashin Cult from attacking Konoha. If he leaves, this madman will probably attack both Konoha and Kumogakure at the same time.

We can only hope that the war between Kumogakure and Konoha will end soon, so that Konoha can then free up its resources to eliminate the entrenched Jashin Cult.

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Chapter 177 Go! Proclaim our existence to the world!

The border of the Land of Hot Water, the camp of the Hidden Cloud Village.

The air was thick with the stench of dampness and sweat, as well as the stench of blood that seemed to have seeped into the soil.

The tent was dimly lit, with only a single lamp casting a halo of light to dispel the darkness.

The Cloud Village ninjas were resting on makeshift beds, some lying down and some sitting, their tired faces illuminated by the flickering light.

No one spoke, only heavy breathing, the occasional sound of turning over, and barely audible sighs.

Tomorrow, we'll be heading back to the battlefield.

This thought weighed heavily on the hearts of every Cloud Village ninja, like a heavy shackle.

War-weariness spread like a plague through the air, silently eroding the will of these Cloud Ninja.

Just then, a figure suddenly sat up on the mat in the corner.

"Ho! Ho!"

Like a drowning person being pulled to the surface, he gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently, large beads of cold sweat soaking the messy hair on his forehead and sliding down his pale cheeks.

Those bloodshot eyes were filled with unspeakable terror, and the pupils trembled incessantly with fear.

Nightmare!

That nightmare again!

In his dream, he returned to that scorched earth stained with blood, heard deafening explosions, heard his comrades' shrill screams before they died, and heard the muffled sounds of kunai and weapons piercing flesh!

He saw again those pairs of eyes wide with resentment before they died, countless eyes staring at him as if they wanted to drag him into hell!

In the final moments of his nightmare, he saw it again—the figure appearing in the thunderclouds, holding up the lightning; he saw countless comrades reduced to charred remains; and the Konoha ninjas surrounding him…

"Nurui...Nurui!"

A deep, concerned voice sounded from the side. As if still not fully recovered from a nightmare, Nuruyi slowly turned his head with empty and unfocused eyes.

Looking at his companion's familiar face, his mind gradually cleared, but his body began to tremble, and he could not utter a sound.

Because he remembered.

Tomorrow, he really will be returning to the front lines.

Everything he experienced in that nightmare will happen again.

Thinking of this, fear, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled tightly around his heart, making him feel suffocated.

He wasn't always like this.

He was once an elite Chunin of Kumogakure. He was young, passionate, and fearless. He felt extremely honored to be able to go to the battlefield and kill enemies for the glory of Kumogakure!

Every charge into battle, every bloody fight, filled him with excitement!

However, the war lasted too long.

So long that he lost count of how many people he had killed.

So long that he lost count of how many familiar companions had fallen beside him, turning into cold corpses.

So long that every time he left the battlefield, the deafening sounds of fighting, the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, and the desperate and resentful eyes of his comrades and enemies before their deaths would appear in his dreams.

Those scenes were like maggots clinging to his bones, gnawing at his nerves day and night!

His pride in courage was worn away by repeated brushes with death.

His once-boiling passion turned cold and numb after witnessing his comrades perish time and time again.

Until that day, the appearance of "Hyuga Kumokawa" completely destroyed everything.

I witnessed hundreds and thousands of Cloud Village ninjas turn into charred remains by that one attack...

I witnessed with my own eyes Lord Samui, the commander, kneeling on the ground and screaming in agony...

Witnessing firsthand the helpless roar of Lady Yugito Nii, the Jinchūriki of the Two-Tails...

From that day on, Nurui felt only a deep-seated fear of the Konoha ninjas and the war, as well as a profound disgust and despair for the endless killing!

He didn't know when the war would end.

All he knew was that every day on the battlefield, he could become one of the countless unclaimed corpses on the battlefield!

"Nuruyi, are you alright?"

Seeing Nuruyi's face as pale as paper and his eyes unfocused, the Cloud Village ninja frowned and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

However, just as his hand was about to touch Nurui.

"No! I don't want it!"

Nurui recoiled violently as if bitten by a venomous snake, his hoarse growl distorted with fear, and his eyes flashed with an almost insane fear and resistance!

"I don't want to go to the battlefield anymore! I want to go home! Yes, I want to go home!"

He kept muttering to himself, then suddenly threw off the blanket and stumbled to his feet.

Ignoring the astonished and worried looks of his companions, and the questioning glances from the other awakened ninjas, he staggered out of the crowded tent like a madman!

The icy rain instantly soaked through his thin clothes, and the biting cold made him shiver, but it could not extinguish the flame of fear in his heart!

I can't go!

I can't go to the battlefield anymore!

I will die!

I'm definitely going to die tomorrow!

And so, a crazy idea grew wildly in his mind, which was on the verge of collapse!

escape!

leave here!

Leave the front lines!

He stumbled and ran through the camp, the rain blurring his vision, rushing towards the tent in the center of the camp!

"Stop! Nurui! What are you doing?"