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

A thin, yet incredibly sharp thread instantly severed Hidan's head and limbs, causing large gushes of blood to gush out like a fountain!

The figure of the 'Puppet Master' looked down at Hidan with an icy expression high in the sky, clearly enraged by Hidan's act of killing the 'Hollow' while he was not paying attention.

Bang! boom!

Hidan's head slid to the ground, and his limbs were scattered everywhere, making a dull thud.

However, instead of pain, the head's face displayed a twisted smile that was almost pleasurable.

"Hehehe... Hahahaha!" Hidan's head gaped open and he laughed wildly, "I felt it, I finally felt it! The Jashin's blessing has descended!"

The arm lying to the side, the giant scythe tightly gripped in its hand, emitted a dark red light filled with an ominous aura.

"Hahaha!" Hidan roared with maniacal laughter, "Kill them all! Four-Scythe Boy!"

hum!

As soon as he finished speaking, a black magic circle suddenly appeared beneath him, and a scarlet light instantly enveloped his entire body!

The next moment, the light burst forth from Hidan's center, instantly enveloping an area of ​​nearly a hundred meters around him!

The nearly one hundred Konoha and Kumogakure ninjas enveloped by this light froze abruptly, their eyes wide open and their faces drained of color, leaving only pain and fear.

*Pfft! Pfft!*

A series of chilling thuds rang out, and the fine blood vessels on the skin of the ninjas writhed wildly as if they were alive!

Immediately afterwards, blood was forcibly drawn out and gushed from their eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and even the pores of their entire bodies, turning into streaks of scarlet blood that rushed wildly toward Hidan!

sizzle!

Large amounts of blood rapidly gathered and outlined on the ground, forming a scarlet magic circle with an inner square and an outer circle.

Flesh, blood vessels, muscles, bones... began to grow visibly from beneath Hidan's head.

In just three breaths, Hidan actually stood up again, without any wounds on his body, as if he had never been injured!

Those ninjas who were drained became shriveled and withered, turning into dried-up corpses that were nothing but skin and bones as they collapsed to the ground!

Nearly a hundred people were forcibly drained and sacrificed in a matter of breaths. The pungent, nauseating stench of blood rose into the sky, and the entire battlefield instantly turned into a living hell.

Those Jashin cult members who had received Hidan's blood were not drained; instead, they absorbed the blood and felt even stronger, their expressions becoming more fanatical.

"Hahahaha! This is the power bestowed upon me by the Evil God!"

Hidan stood naked with his hands on his hips, laughing wildly as several threads sliced ​​through his body as if cutting through thin air.

However, if you look closely, you'll find that it's not that there was no cut, but rather that the wounds healed rapidly the moment they were cut.

"This ability, this aura..."

Sensing the aura of the Four-Scythe Child in Hidan's hand, 'Puppet Master's' eyes flickered as if he were weighing the pros and cons.

This guy's self-healing ability somewhat counters its thread-like abilities.

Thinking of this, it took a deep look at the laughing Hidan, then glanced at the furious Jiraiya in the distance...

呲!

The space in front of him was torn open, the black cavity opened, and the figure disappeared into the void.

"Damn it, why did it run away? I was planning to offer that guy to the evil god. If only I could fly." Hidan pouted, seemingly a little disappointed.

He kicked up the giant scythe, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and turned his gaze to Jiraiya not far away.

Jiraiya forced himself to endure the weakness caused by maintaining the "Time Domain," and looked up solemnly at the naked, deranged madman in the distance.

However, Hidan did not attack as he expected. Instead, he stood there scratching his head inexplicably.

"Tsk, another Konoha person." Hidan muttered unhappily, "After all, I promised Kabuto that I would try not to kill Konoha people."

Thinking of this, he stopped looking at Jiraiya, turned to look at the terrified Cloud Village ninjas, and a crazy smile appeared on his face.

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The moonlight was obscured by thick, dark clouds.

The once brightly lit and heavily guarded Daming Prefecture is now shrouded in panic and the pungent smell of blood.

Amidst the ornately decorated corridors and exquisite courtyards, broken walls, shattered porcelain, and shocking bloodstains are everywhere.

"Ugh!"

"Block them!"

"Protect His Highness the Daimyo!"

Nearly a hundred samurai, each wielding a sharp katana, formed a battle formation, attempting to block the black figures approaching from all sides, but their actions were like moths drawn into a spider's web.

clang!

A samurai's sword slashed hard at the arm of a 'hollow', but it was as if he had struck a solid rock, only sending up a few sparks.

However, the 'Void's' sharp bone claws easily tore through the armor and pierced through the flesh.

A samurai's blade pierced another 'Hollow,' but the expected piercing of the heart did not occur. Instead, the 'Hollow' grabbed him and forcibly extracted his soul.

"Hold on!"

"The Twelve Guardian Ninjas are on their way!"

"Don't let these monsters get near His Highness!"

The tragic death of their comrade enraged the other samurai, who roared and charged forward, attempting to fill the defensive line with their own lives!

However, the samurai's proud swordsmanship and exquisite teamwork appeared so clumsy in the face of these inhuman monsters.

Deep within the mansion, in the most luxurious sleeping quarters, the heavy wooden doors were tightly shut, and from outside came the screams of warriors dying and the low growls of monsters.

The daimyo of the Land of Fire, who was usually aloof and pampered, was now huddled behind a huge screen with his family, his body trembling violently!

His magnificent brocade robe was soaked with cold sweat, his face was deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair!

"Father, Father..." The young prince clutched the daimyo's sleeve tightly, his voice trembling with tears, "What, what are those things..."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. As the future daimyo, you should remain calm in the face of danger..."

Daiming offered words of comfort in a dry voice, but they were utterly unconvincing, and he himself could not suppress the trembling of his body.

They could clearly feel the chilling, bone-chilling aura outside the door, a chill that seemed to freeze their souls. Every scream was like a heavy hammer blow to their hearts.

Never before had they felt death so close!

What are these ghostly things?!

boom!

Click!

The heavy wooden door of the sleeping quarters was suddenly smashed open with tremendous force. Amidst the flying wood chips, a huge 'Void' walked in, its scarlet eyes locking onto the trembling people behind the screen!

"what!"

"do not want!"

The daimyo and his family screamed in despair, their eyes wide with terror as they awaited their death.

However, at this critical moment, a loud shout suddenly rang out from outside the hall.

"Get out of my way!"

A figure appeared at the entrance of the sleeping quarters, radiating surging chakra, with long golden hair dancing wildly in the air currents.

Tsunade's expression turned solemn as she clenched her right fist, chakra gathering at the tip of her knuckles before slamming it down on the Hollow in front of her.

boom! !

The entire palace trembled violently, the hard ground cracked and collapsed inch by inch, and a terrifying shock spread in a ring, blasting the 'Void' apart.

But soon, under Tsunade's gaze, the 'Hollow' figure re-condensed.

However, its body had become so thin that it was almost transparent, clearly indicating that Tsunade's attack had caused it great damage.

As the 'hollow' figure reformed, Tsunade's figure appeared above even faster, her right hand with its five fingers together, covered with a layer of chakra exuding a sharp aura.

Chakra scalpel!

Swish!

A flash of cold light, like a hot knife slicing through butter.

Tsunade's palm pierced precisely into the pale mask on Hollow's face, and a stream of eerie blue spiritual energy gushed out from the crack in the mask.

Bang! !

The illusory head and body exploded instantly, turning into black smoke and dissipating.

"So, the mask is indeed both the core and the weakness?"

Tsunade whirled around, glancing at the Hollows outside the hall. Her figure moved like the wind through the Hollows, each appearance accompanied by the cold glint of her chakra scalpel.

Bang!Bang!

The muffled explosions continued, and one after another, the 'void' collapsed and dissipated!

The remaining warriors were stunned by the sight, but they soon realized the monsters' weakness.

"It's a mask!"

"Attack their masks!"

The surviving samurai leader roared hoarsely, and the remaining samurai, suppressing their fear, reformed their ranks and used their swords and flesh to kill those 'hollows'!

Soon, the twelve guardian ninjas arrived from the outside. When they saw that 'Hollow' had already reached the bedroom, their expressions changed drastically, and they rushed forward to help.

Having figured out the Hollows' weaknesses, and with no Hollows present, the battle didn't last long.

With Tsunade's overwhelming power, the samurai's desperate cover, and the assistance of the Twelve Guardian Ninja, the remaining Hollows were quickly wiped out.

The bedchamber was filled with a strong stench of blood and a chilling atmosphere left by the dissipation of the 'Void'.

Supported by his family, the daimyo of the Land of Fire emerged shakily from behind the screen.

Looking at the mess on the ground, the corpses of the samurai, and Tsunade standing in the middle of the ruins, a look of relief at surviving the ordeal appeared on his face.

But soon, that last bit of relief was replaced by a surge of fear and anger.

"Damn!!"

The daimyo abruptly shoved away the servants who were supporting him, his body trembling violently with anger and fear, and roared in a sharp, piercing voice, "What, what are these monsters?"

"Why are they here? And why did they attack my residence?!"

He glared at his equally pale-faced attendant beside him and almost roared, "Immediately! Send a letter to Konoha demanding an explanation from Hiruzen Sarutobi!"

"How did he become Hokage? Why did he allow such a monster to appear in the Land of Fire! He has to give me an explanation, an explanation that satisfies me!"

"Otherwise, otherwise..."

The daimyo didn't finish his sentence, but his bloodshot eyes, filled with fear, were brimming with resentment and doubt towards Konoha!

The bloodshed and death of this night shattered his blind trust in the power of ninjas, leaving him only with fear of the unknown terror and overwhelming rage at Konoha's dereliction of duty.

Tsunade stood there, looking at the furious daimyo and the devastated mansion. Her face was slightly pale due to her hemophobia.

She trembled as she pulled out a bottle of liquor, tilted her head back, and took a big gulp. The spicy liquid slid down her throat, but it couldn't dispel the heaviness in her heart.

"Old man," she thought to herself, "this time, things are really in chaos."

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Chapter 193 Five Shadows Talk

Outside Konoha Hospital, makeshift tents stretched all the way to the street corner.

The tents were filled with ninjas, their bodies wrapped in bandages and barely breathing. The once bustling village was now shrouded in a sense of exhaustion and sorrow, as if it had survived a catastrophe.

The hospital corridors were already packed with people, and the air was thick with the smells of disinfectant, herbs, and blood, so heavy it was almost suffocating.

The groans of the wounded, the sobs of their families, and the hurried footsteps of the medical ninjas intertwined to create a somber post-war melody.

Hinata Kumokawa walked through the crowded corridor, dressed in a simple white outfit, his long black hair neatly tied back, his usual smile gone.

His lowered face showed only heaviness, as if he couldn't bear to look at the injured ninjas, his lips were tightly pursed and somewhat pale.

Wherever he went, whether it was busy medical ninjas or suffering wounded soldiers, they couldn't help but cast their gazes and felt an urge to go forward and comfort him.