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

The blood flowing from the spring was instantly evaporated by the high temperature, and crimson mist rose from his body, shrouding his face in a hazy mist.

Blood surged through the veins like thawing spring water, every cell breathed freely like a spring bud breaking through stone, and unparalleled power rose from every part of the body.

"you……"

The owl, witnessing this scene, suddenly widened its pupils and opened its mouth as if to say something.

But, the next moment.

puff!

The cut was swift; there was no pain as it passed, only the coldness of death.

All that could be heard was a wind, calmer than the night breeze, blowing by. The sound of piercing flesh was very soft and was silently swallowed up by the wind.

Orochimaru turned his head almost instinctively, and with a slight tearing sound, he felt a slight stinging pain on his cheek.

A red line gradually crawled across his face, spreading little by little, inch by inch, until it stopped at the cheekbone on the side of his face. Blood flowers were blown away like reeds, and dampness slid down his cheek.

The owl standing beside him, in a daze, felt its vision in front of it flip and swirl.

thump!

The headless body knelt on the ground, blood gushing from the severed neck, and red rain fell inside the laboratory.

The head hit the ground with a crisp sound like a watermelon falling to the ground, rolling on the ground and leaving a trail of blood. A trace of doubt remained on the face of the head as it lay in the pool of blood, its eyes wide open in death.

And from the severed neck, blood gushed forth like a fountain, causing a shower of blood to fall on the two remaining figures.

"I've waited too long for this day."

Hyuga Kumokawa sat up, looking at his palm where chakra scalpels were gathered, watching the blood flow like spring water rolling down green leaves and pooling at his fingertips. He looked up at Orochimaru in front of him and smiled, "Such a night should be silent."

Three years, then another three years...

Finally, he completed the innate abilities of this frail body, obtained his true Otsutsuki bloodline, and...

[Your lie [Otsutsuki Remains and Descendants] has been judged as [Enticing into the scheme], [Hypocritical words], and [Making a lie come true]. Orochimaru experienced a strong emotional fluctuation, reaching the level of [Complete Belief], and gained 10000 Truth Points.]

[Comment: A deceptive trick, like a shadow floating on a wall; even a short person can cast a huge shadow.]

[Remaining realization points: 10041]

"..."

Orochimaru looked at that youthful face; in his memory, that face was forever marked by timidity and cowardice.

But at this moment, the curse mark on his neck gradually faded, and a deep smile appeared on his face.

Like a child mischievously pressing down on the back of an ant, watching it struggle on their fingertips, and then gently crushing it.

Utterly pure evil.

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Chapter 2 It's okay, I was born to be the best actor.

Orochimaru still can't forget that day six years ago.

In the 48th year of the Shinobi World Chronicle, the Third Shinobi World War ended.

Besieged on all sides, Konoha paid a heavy price but finally achieved the ultimate victory in this war.

but……

"What's the point?"

Orochimaru's thin lips moved silently as he calmly nodded and looked ahead.

Lead-colored clouds had spread across the entire sky, making the already desolate cemetery even more lonely and sorrowful. The crowd bowed their heads and sobbed like reeds bent by the rain, and the dense black umbrellas resembled a flock of crows.

He stood in the black-clad crowd, gazing at the old man at the very front.

That was his good teacher, the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi.

Hiruzen Sarutobi wiped the rain stains off the tombstone with his hand, and perhaps touched by his action, a sense of sadness spread through the crowd.

"..."

Orochimaru looked at the watermelon-headed child to his side.

He recognized the child because he often saw him and his genin father running upside down around Konoha. In his memory, the two of them were always optimistic, enthusiastic, and silly, completely disregarding the disgusted and mocking looks from those around them.

but now……

This was the first time Orochimaru had ever seen this child cry. He cried in a particularly foolish way, his snot and tears mixing together on his face, turning into mud.

I heard that this child encountered the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist during a mission, and it was his father, a genin who was ridiculed as a good-for-nothing, who came to cover his child's escape.

In the end, he single-handedly killed four of them, while the remaining three, heavily wounded, fled in a sorry state.

The genin's father also died in the battle.

And that child...

Orochimaru's narrow eyes shifted to the side, reflecting a youthful face that was letting the rain soak it without an umbrella.

His cries were weak and hoarse, his head bowed and his shoulders trembling, making a hissing sound, like a sleeve being torn intermittently.

Tears streamed down her face in a continuous stream, mingling with the rain and flowing from her eyes.

Hinata Kumokawa is timid and cowardly, and physically weak. While his peers have already begun learning Gentle Fist, this child has not even awakened his Byakugan. He is a well-known "good-for-nothing" within the Hinata clan.

The child's father did not actually die on the battlefield. He died from severe injuries after returning from the battlefield. However, rumors within the Hyuga clan suggest that he died because he failed to protect the main family members and was forced to use the Caged Bird Seal by the main family elders while he was still seriously injured.

Speaking of which, this child's father served under him during the Second Shinobi World War.

How old are these two children?

Nine years old? Ten years old?

Hehe.

She was thrown to the battlefield at such a young age, and lost her only family member at such a young age...

Orochimaru looked at the old man at the head of the group again. Dark clouds flashed with branch-shaped lightning, and the world was suddenly dyed gray and white.

The dazzling white light cast a long, slender shadow on the ground, resembling a demon, and even Hiruzen Sarutobi's compassionate face was divided into light and shadow.

Having experienced two Shinobi World Wars, Orochimaru suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of disgust, almost to the point of wanting to vomit.

What was the meaning of the lives of those who died in the war?

Nothing has changed. Nothing has changed.

After the crowd dispersed and people left, only desolate tombstones remained.

Orochimaru stood before Nawaki's tombstone, a black umbrella as black as ink in the rain. He placed a white chrysanthemum on the tombstone and looked at the familiar name on it, but surprisingly, he felt no emotion whatsoever.

Sadness? Anger? Pity?

None.

But he was not at peace.

He simply watched the raindrops fall from the edge of the umbrella, disappearing into the grooves of the inscription, and felt a fear that came from the depths of his heart.

"That, that..."

A timid voice came from behind, as if squeezed out of the throat.

Orochimaru snapped out of his daze and instinctively turned to look at the sound, only to be met with a pair of Byakugan eyes.

The coldness lingering on that face seemed to startle the other person, causing them to tremble and take a step back, but they eventually regained their footing.

"Well, you, you don't look well, so..."

Under Orochimaru's gaze, his voice grew softer and softer.

Orochimaru looked down at the child named Hyuga Kumokawa, knowing that he had been standing in front of the tombstone for too long, and that the other party must be worried about his physical and mental condition.

Kind but timid.

He is indeed a piece of trash.

Orochimaru made his judgment about the child in his heart, and without saying anything more, he coldly strode away...

"Lord Orochimaru."

He heard a voice behind him, and as if possessed, he stopped in his tracks.

Do you know what the meaning of life is?

Upon hearing this, Orochimaru narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around to look behind him, and saw that the child still looked timid, only tilting his head back, and said in a daze, "My father often mentioned you before he died, saying that you were a hero of Konoha. I think... someone like you must know a lot..."

"Pointless."

Before he could finish speaking, Orochimaru interrupted him softly, "Even if it exists, it only exists while a life is alive."

"And the life that is lost has no meaning."

Death is the most just equality for everyone in this world.

No matter what you did or what you possessed in your life, you will have nothing when death comes.

Thinking of this, Orochimaru felt a chill run deep into his bones once again, and even the feeling of the cold wind sneaking into his collar became more intense, causing his fingers gripping the umbrella to turn white with slight force.

Yes, it died, just like water disappearing into water.

He would lose everything if he died, but he didn't want to lose everything; he wanted to possess everything.

Therefore, he didn't want to die, and he couldn't die!

"Lord Orochimaru," Hinata Kumokawa suddenly raised his head, "Do you believe in the existence of 'gods'?"

Upon hearing this, Orochimaru snapped out of his daze, looked at the timid child in front of him, and suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

Just like how he looked down on Jiraiya, who always talked about being the prophetic child who could change the ninja world.

In his eyes, both the so-called prophetic child and the so-called god are ridiculous fictional characters conjured up by incompetent people to deceive themselves.

There is no such thing as an omniscient and omnipotent god; even if there were, they would only be a more powerful being.

"What if, what if He possessed eternal life?"

Seeing the mockery in Orochimaru's eyes, Hyuga Kumokawa quickly spoke up: "My father gave me a scroll and a corpse... a body before he died. He said the scroll contained the secrets of the Hyuga clan, but I've never been able to open it. And that body is that of the Hyuga clan's ancestor. He didn't die and won't die; his soul simply left his body..."

Although Hyuga Kumokawa's voice grew softer and softer, as if he himself didn't quite believe what he was saying, Orochimaru's narrow pupils trembled.

In the entire ninja world, Orochimaru is undoubtedly the one who understands the so-called "soul" the most.

For most people, the soul is ethereal and elusive, and it is impossible for anyone to have a soul that exists independently of the body.

But in his view, which was obsessed with studying the essence of human life, this was entirely possible, and the Hyuga clan was undoubtedly one of the oldest ninja clans...

"..."

Looking at the child in front of him, whose forehead was already beaded with cold sweat, Orochimaru inexplicably began to trust what he was saying.

It seems like it wouldn't hurt to go and take a look?

Then, Hinata Kumokawa, who had already lowered his head, suddenly felt a shadow loom over him, and the cold rain stopped falling.

"Can you tell me why you're telling me all this?"

Hinata Kumokawa looked up blankly, only to meet a pair of narrow eyes.

Orochimaru stood in front of him, holding an umbrella, one hand on his knee, lowering his body slightly to face Hyuga Kumokawa at eye level.

"This must be a secret of the Hyuga clan, right? Why didn't they tell the clan elders?" A smile graced his pale face, giving him a unique charm.

“Father, Father told me that if he died, we could use that scroll and that body to exchange for a good treatment from the clan.”

Seemingly because Orochimaru's tone had softened, Hyuga Kumokawa's youthful face flushed slightly as he lowered his head and said, "But I don't believe them. My father was forced to his death by them."

A hint of resentment could be heard in the slightly trembling voice. Orochimaru glanced at his clenched fist and was surprised that the boy still had some backbone.

"You want me to help you get revenge?" Orochimaru narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile, "Aren't you afraid I'll tell the Hyuga clan about this?"

“I don’t think someone like you would do that, and even if you really did…” Hyuga Kumokawa slowly shook his head, looked up at Orochimaru, and said softly, “I wouldn’t lose too much.”

"It's just me."

"..." Orochimaru fell into a brief silence as he met those resolute white eyes.