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

Shukaku's terrified roar echoed deep within Gaara's mind.

"Those eyes... How is this possible? Why would the old man's Rinnegan appear in a human?!"

"Kid! Run, run!" Shukaku screamed in agony, the fear so real and intense that it even infected Gaara, making him tremble.

"Stop wasting any more time." Pain's cold, flat voice rang out. "Quickly pull out the One-Tailed Beast and take it away."

"Yes, yes, yes~ Boss." Miyajo En shrugged with a grin, his tone still flippant, but his actions were decisive, his hands quickly forming a hand seal.

Water Release: Water Rope Binding!

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Several viscous, cold, light blue ropes shot out from Miyajo En's hand and wrapped around Gaara's body, who was in a daze!

"Uh!"

The water rope tightened instantly, causing Gaara to groan. The icy water soaked through his clothes, and the powerful binding force rendered him unable to move.

Miyajo En raised his hand and casually waved it at the heavy prison bars!

Click!

The sturdy iron fence was cut open, revealing a huge gap.

Miyajo En stepped into the prison, his gaze fixed on the black tea cauldron with interest, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Tsk tsk, so this is the ninja tool that Sunagakure uses to seal the tailed beasts?" He stretched out his finger and gently tapped the cold surface of the teapot. "It's really convenient for us."

As they spoke, Pain, the Hell Path, walked to his side, his cold Rinnegan eyes looking down emotionlessly at Gaara, who was bound tightly by water ropes and struggling in vain on the ground.

He slowly reached out a hand and grabbed Gaara's neck.

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

call!

The giant gourd behind Gaara suddenly spewed out a large amount of quicksand, which, as if it had a life of its own, quickly condensed into a giant sand hand that reached out to Pain, the Path of Hell.

"Ok?"

Pain's gaze shifted slightly, and he raised his hand, flicking out a black rod that pierced into the gourd behind Gaara.

boom!

With a dull thud, the sand-covered hand exploded and flew apart.

For the first time, Pain's gaze, filled with scrutiny, fell upon the gourd.

"Interesting." His voice remained icy. "Is it also a ninja tool with a soul?"

Just like the katana he took from the underground palace, I never expected that Sunagakure would still have such a thing hidden in it, and even left it to an abandoned Jinchuriki.

Upon hearing this, Gaara, who had been powerless to struggle, suddenly stiffened and blurted out, "What soul? Isn't that... Shukaku's power?"

Hell Path Pain glanced at him but did not answer.

But this silent silence made Aragaki realize that the power that had protected him from beginning to end was not Shukaku.

what is that?

What has been protecting me all along?

However, Pain, the Hell Path, paid no attention to Gaara's distraction, reached out and grabbed Gaara by the throat, lifting him off the ground.

"Hah!" A feeling of suffocation instantly swept over his body. Gaara struggled painfully, his legs kicking futilely in the air.

Behind Pain of the Hell Path, a hideous head slowly emerged, none other than 'King of Hell'.

The King of Hell slowly opened his enormous mouth, from which a thick, purplish-black tongue emerged, its end plunging into Gaara's abdomen.

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Chapter 232 Child, go, kill them all!

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Shukaku, inside Gaara, let out a terrified roar.

However, this was accompanied by a chilling tearing sound.

The purplish-black tongue and palm pulled without mercy, forcefully and slowly extracting the scarlet chakra, which exuded a violent aura, from Gaara's abdomen.

Seeing this, Miyajo En opened the lid of the black tea cauldron, and a powerful sealing force erupted from it, absorbing the violently struggling Shukaku chakra into it.

boom!

Shukaku's chakra was powerless to resist and was forcibly absorbed into the dark tea cauldron. The lid slammed shut, and the sealing runes on the surface of the cauldron shimmered with light.

Pain, the Hell Path, expressionlessly released Gaara from his grasp.

Pfft!

Gaara crashed heavily onto the cold, hard ground, his face ashen, his breath weak, and his eyes gradually losing their luster and vitality.

The excruciating pain swept over his entire body like a tsunami, but deeper still, there was the emptiness and coldness left behind after his chakra had been forcibly torn apart.

Pain, the Hell Path, didn't even glance at Gaara lying on the ground like a rag doll. He slowly turned around and nodded slightly to Miyajo En.

A playful, irreverent smile played on Miyajo En's lips. With a casual wave of his hand, the luminous black tea cauldron shrank and fell into his palm, where he casually slipped it into his pocket.

The two walked one after the other, as if they had just completed a trivial task, and silently turned around and walked towards the prison entrance.

Step...step...step...

The footsteps faded away slowly, and a deathly silence descended once more.

Gaara lay on the cold ground, his body convulsing from the excruciating pain and hypothermia. His empty eyes, gradually losing their color, stared blankly at their retreating figures.

why?

This thought once again pierced his chaotic mind with clarity and sharpness.

This is not what Shukaku wanted.

None of this was what he wanted.

It wasn't Shukaku's fault, nor was it my fault.

I just want to live, to live like a human being.

But why?

Why have I had to bear the stigma of being a "monster" since birth?

Why do people always look at me with disgust and fear, as if they're looking at some filthy, terrifying monster?!

Why could my father be so cruel as to use me as a weapon, and then imprison me in this place, which is worse than death, like throwing away trash?!

Why, why must they take away even my last remaining life? Why must they utterly crush even the last vestige of my existence?

hatred!

A long-dormant, almost numb hatred seemed to burst forth from the hollow in his abdomen!

hatred!

He hated the Sand Village ninjas who saw him as a monster, hated their every disgusted look, and hated their indifference and cruelty in imprisoning him here!

hatred!

I hate that father even more! Rasa!

She hated him for giving her life but never giving her a shred of warmth; she hated him for treating her like a tool, to be used and discarded; she hated him for turning her into a monster with his own hands!

kill!

Kill them!

Kill all those you hate!

Kill the guy who abandoned me!!

boom! !

The overwhelming hatred, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly swept away all numbness and despair!

A cold, violent aura surged wildly from the huge hole in Gaara's abdomen!

Above the prison, the souls of the Sand Village ninjas killed by Pain were also drawn in and forcibly absorbed into his body.

A surge of resentment, fear, and anger assaulted his battered body; black earthworms seemed to bulge and writhe beneath his skin, and his bones creaked under the strain.

But, just a little bit more, just a little bit more…

hum! !

A gentle, pure blue light flowed from the gourd behind him!

The light slowly coalesced, outlining a slender, hazy female silhouette with an indistinct face.

She reached out her arms and lovingly embraced the small figure on the ground, which was trembling violently from pain and resentment.

"Go, child."

That gentle yet chilling voice echoed deep within Gaara's soul: "Kill them."

She is Gaara's mother, Karura!

The blue phantom of a soul slowly merged into his body.

"Uhhhhh!!"

Gaara let out a scream that was not human, his body twisted and swelled violently, and his skin cracked inch by inch, revealing the writhing flesh underneath!

Click! Click! Click!

A pale, cold bone mask grew out of his flesh and blood, instantly covering his entire face!

Two crimson lights shone from the empty eye sockets on the mask!

A terrifying aura filled with resentment and destructive desire erupted from his body, instantly tearing and shattering the entire prison from the inside by this violent force!

boom! !

At the same time, the three figures of Miyajo En, Deva Path Pain, and Hell Path Pain had almost left Sunagakure.

But the next moment, sensing the powerful aura coming from behind them, the three of them stopped in their tracks.

The carefree smile on Miyajo En's face froze instantly. He slowly turned around, and for the first time, a hint of seriousness and surprise appeared in his eyes.

He saw it.

The towering sandstorm, like a giant curtain connecting heaven and earth, roared and tumbled, sweeping wildly in, engulfing Sunagakure, swallowing the sky, and blocking out the sun!

The entire world was dyed a suffocating, dim yellow!

"Heh." Miyajo En let out a low chuckle that was hard to decipher, but there was no trace of ease in that chuckle; instead, it carried an undisguised seriousness.

“Boss.” He looked at Payne, licked his lips, and chuckled, “Looks like we’ve accidentally released something extraordinary?”

"Hmph, that 'Shadow' guy really knows how to cause trouble..."

Looking at the sandstorm sweeping in from afar, Pain snorted and raised his hand.

However, after a moment, he slowly lowered his hand.

"Boss?" Miyajo En raised an eyebrow.

"Let's go to Konoha first. We don't have time to waste on it," Pain said coldly. "It seems that next time we kill someone, we'll have to extract their soul."

As soon as he finished speaking, he and Pain of the Hell Path disappeared from the spot.

"Hopefully, when the Fourth Kazekage returns and sees this scene, he won't be too surprised."

Miyajo En shrugged and said jokingly before disappearing from the spot before the sandstorm crashed down.

boom! !

The surging sea of ​​sand crashed against the ground like ocean waves, causing the earth to tremble violently. Countless houses collapsed in the raging sandstorm, and terrified screams were drowned out by the roar!

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The location of Takigakure Village is hidden behind a huge waterfall.

The waterfall is the most iconic feature of Takigakure Village and also its natural defensive barrier, covering the entire village.