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

"Jiraiya, you bastard! What did you make me suppress? A Jinchuriki?!"

Gamabunta's single pupil suddenly contracted, and he couldn't help but curse, but he immediately reacted.

Its massive body displayed astonishing agility, and the muscles in its hind legs instantly tensed up like compressed springs!

boom! !

Just as Wen Tai leaped upwards, an even thicker red beam of light shot into the sky from the spot where it had been pressing down!

The dark red beam of light grazed Bunta's leaping abdomen, tearing a huge hole in the dark clouds above!

"so close!"

Wen Tai landed with a thud not far away, creating a large crater in the ground. He looked down at his abdomen, a look of lingering fear on his face.

"This damn thing, despite its small size, has such a powerful attack! It almost ripped me open!"

The terrifying heat of the beam of light only grazed past for a moment, yet it felt a burning pain on its skin and heard a sizzling sound, leaving a burn that went straight upwards on its belly.

"Bunta, do you know what that is?"

Jiraiya stood atop Bunta's head, his expression extremely grave.

He had seen it clearly just now: the immense pressure that Wen Tai exerted, enough to crush mountains, only temporarily restrained the monster and did not cause any fatal damage.

Judging from the attacks of others, the ninjutsu damage was also minimally effective...

On the contrary, the monster's attacks, once launched, were incredibly fast and quite powerful.

How could these bizarre things suddenly appear in large numbers on the battlefield and launch indiscriminate attacks?

"It looks a bit like some kind of monster?" Gamabunta said in a deep voice, "but I've never heard of such a monster before."

Although it had lived far less than Gamamaru, it was still quite knowledgeable, having even seen the 'Enlightenment' in the Box of Bliss.

However, this was the first time it had ever seen a monster that looked like this.

“However, I think there’s something more worthy of your attention than that monster,” Gamabunta said meaningfully.

Jiraiya's eyes flickered slightly, but his brows remained furrowed as he said in a deep voice, "Never mind, let's try to see if the ninjutsu is feasible!"

After saying that, he quickly raised his hands to form a hand seal, his chest and mouth bulging out.

But the next moment, Jiraiya suddenly raised his head, and Gamabunta's eyes rolled upwards at the same time. The two of them looked up at the seemingly empty cumulus cloud in the sky!

Bunta and Jiraiya had been working together for a long time, so there was no need for further explanation. In an instant, the muscles in his hind legs bulged and he pushed off the ground with a powerful thrust, displaying an astonishing explosive force from his massive body.

boom! !

Gamabunta's body shot into the sky like a cannonball, the immense force creating a deep crater in the ground, while Jiraiya above him raised his head and spat out flames!

Fire Release·Fire Dragon Flame Bullet!

Bunta also exhaled air, and the flames danced even more fiercely like a raging dragon, blowing towards the being hidden behind the clouds!

This attack came suddenly and from a tricky angle. From the very beginning, the target was not the 'Great Hollow' beneath their feet, but the watcher hidden in the sky!

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Just as the blazing flames were about to crash into the clouds, a chilling aura surged forth!

Five incredibly strong threads, almost invisible to the naked eye, swept out from the clouds like sharp harp strings.

The speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of vision, instantly cutting through the cumulus cloud, as if a scalpel were cutting into a flame!

laugh!

With a soft sound like a blade slicing through thin paper, the flames, hot enough to melt steel, split into six in mid-air in an instant!

The cut surface of the flame was extremely smooth, creating a bizarre and shocking scene.

"what?!"

Jiraiya's expression changed instantly, and the cut-open clouds slowly dispersed, revealing a slender figure within.

The 'Puppet Master' floated silently in the air with its wings spread, its long purple hair fluttering in the airflow, and the corner of its mouth seemed to curl into a cold arc.

Its slender right hand gracefully rises and spreads its five fingers, with five silk threads extending from the fingertips like the strings of a musical instrument.

"So weak, only fit to be food."

It didn't look at Jiraiya, but instead looked at the 'Hollow' below, uttering words of disgust.

The order given to it by that person was to search for newly born 'Menmos' in the ninja world, and if they had the potential to become intermediate 'Menmos', to bring them back to Las Noches.

However, the following 'Great Void' only barely reaches the lower level, acting entirely on instinct and lacking any independent consciousness, which means it is impossible for it to become an intermediate level.

The first time she carried out that person's order, she only managed to find a piece of trash here, which made the 'Puppet Master' feel annoyed.

So it turned its gaze to Jiraiya and the giant toad.

"What an ugly creature."

Its tone was icy cold, and its ten fingers twitched slightly.

Five sharp threads sliced ​​through the flames without slowing down, tearing through the air with a subtle yet chilling shriek, heading straight for Jiraiya and Gamabunta, who were in mid-air!

"Damn it!"

Sensing the terrifying sharpness contained within those threads, Gamabunta's expression instantly changed, displaying a reaction speed disproportionate to his massive body...

Clang! !

Wen Tai drew the short sword that gleamed coldly from his waist, its broad blade forming a shield in front of him, blocking the five deadly slicing threads that were about to strike.

However, at the moment the silk thread collided with the short sword, fine cracks appeared on the blade of Gamabunta's sword, which was enormous for a human!

Click! !

The stalemate lasted less than half a second before a crisp snapping sound rang out!

Bunta's huge, sturdy short sword snapped in two under the cutting of the silk thread!

The broken blade tip spun and flew high into the air, but the cutting of the silk thread did not stop!

They were only hindered for a negligible moment, and the five cold threads of light continued their momentum, instantly slicing past Wen Tai's hand that was tightly gripping the broken sword!

puff! !

Five terrifying, deep, smooth cuts, revealing the bone, appeared instantly on Bunta's palm, gushing out hot blood mixed with flesh and fascia!

"Well!!"

The excruciating pain caused Wen Tai to groan and his body to tremble violently as he watched the silk threads continue to cut towards his chest.

"Jiraiya!"

Moonta let out a deafening, almost terrified roar!

It knew that its massive body was like a lamb to the slaughter in front of these strange threads. If it hesitated for even a moment longer, it and Jiraiya would be cut into pieces!

"untie!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiraiya instantly formed hand seals, his voice resolute!

boom!

A huge plume of white smoke exploded, and Gamabunta vanished without a trace, leaving only five slicing threads that futilely cut through the empty air.

Jiraiya's figure lost its footing the moment the summoning jutsu was dispelled and plummeted downwards!

"Humph."

The 'Puppet Master' snorted coldly and gently flicked her slender fingers.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

The five threads that had just missed their target suddenly twisted in mid-air, like venomous snakes with life, drawing five deadly arcs.

With a piercing shriek, it hurtled towards the free-falling Jiraiya, aiming to strangle him!

However, even in this desperate situation, Jiraiya's eyes showed no fear, but rather a resolute glint.

His falling body twisted violently, and he reached his right hand behind him with lightning speed!

Clang!

With a heavy, ancient sound of metal scraping against metal, he forcefully pulled a uniquely shaped broadsword from the meticulously crafted scabbard on his back!

The sword was incredibly thick and heavy, with a grayish-white color throughout, and its blade was not even sharpened.

This sword is named 'Sloth'!

Just as the five deadly threads were about to touch Jiraiya's body, he gripped the hilt of "Sloth" tightly with both hands and shoved the heavy blade toward the rapidly approaching ground below!

Boom! !

The heavy sword tip touched the muddy, scorched ground. There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dust-filled impact, only a muffled thud like a boulder falling into a deep pool.

Laziness in the Realm of Time!

In an instant, a heavy and viscous force field, like invisible ripples, spread out from the sword's center!

At this moment, in Jiraiya's eyes, the dust, raindrops, and even the howling wind in the air... all seemed to be slowed down by an invisible hand.

Their speed of falling, drifting, and flowing slowed down abruptly to a degree visible to the naked eye.

The five threads that came slicing towards this area with a piercing shriek also slowed down abruptly the moment they touched this area.

They seemed to be stuck in an invisible, sticky swamp, the cutting tracks clearly visible in the air, yet their speed of progress became like a snail's crawl!

What was originally a deadly, sharp screech turned into a faint buzzing sound, like the flapping of a mosquito's wings, when it reached Jiraiya's ears!

Time, in this small space, was forcibly stretched out!

Only Jiraiya is able to move freely within this realm of time!

"Manipulating time, what a powerful force."

Jiraiya had expressed this sentiment more than once.

During this time, he actually used this sword to kill people, and like Kakashi, he also learned that he needed to devour souls to become stronger.

Every time I use the power of this sword, I can't help but marvel at just how powerful the person who forged it must have been.

However, now is not the time to lament.

Jiraiya estimated the chakra he was consuming, easily dodged the five cutting threads, and then pulled "Sloth" from the ground and slashed fiercely!

call! !

Chapter 184 Orochimaru, whoever invades the virtual world will die!

At this very moment, on another island across the sea, a ruined palace lies deep underground.

The air was thick with the dust and decay of time, and massive stone pillars supported the towering dome, their surfaces adorned with indistinct, intricate patterns.

This is a magnificent palace buried deep underground, forgotten by time, its scale far exceeding imagination.

"That's it! That's it! This is the place!"

Several figures appeared in the palace, the one in the lead being none other than Orochimaru, who had been missing for a long time.

They looked around and saw that the palace walls were covered with huge and exquisite murals, their vibrant colors and flowing lines silently telling the story of the rise and fall of an ancient empire.

This group of people are descendants of this ancient empire. They have guarded the secrets of this place for generations. They were originally a caravan that was forcibly gathered here by Orochimaru.

Orochimaru ignored the surprise of the others, staring intently at the murals, his eyes burning with an almost overflowing intensity.

In the first mural, a towering figure with an obscured face stands in the air, looking down at a frail person below, who is prostrating himself in worship.

To others, this was akin to the legend of 'divine right of kings,' a means by which the ruler who established this ancient empire legitimized his rule.

However, in Orochimaru's view...

“That’s, ‘Lord of the Void Realm’, and ‘Grell’?” Orochimaru’s throat bobbed as he looked at the second mural.

The second mural depicts a bare-chested, muscular king holding aloft a radiant stone, illuminating the thousands of worshipping subjects below.

Beneath his feet lay a desolate land, and behind him stood a magnificent city in its nascent stages, revealing that 'Greel' had established this nation with the help of the 'Lord of the Void'.

The third mural depicts a colossal city rising from the ground, crisscrossing farmland, tamed rivers nourishing the fertile land, and people dressed in magnificent attire, as the empire reaches its zenith.

The fourth mural depicts people in splendid attire arguing, with the sky turning gloomy, signifying internal divisions and strife within the nation.

The fourth mural depicts a catastrophe: the earth cracks open, floods rage, and people are filled with fear and despair, struggling and fleeing like ants before a mighty force.