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

Hinata Kumokawa left.

But he also took a lot of things with him.

Name: Hinata Kumokawa

【Age: 15】

[Bloodline: Otsutsuki Clan (9.9%)]

Chakra Limit: S-rank

[Chakra Properties: Wind, Fire, Water, Earth, Lightning, Yin, Yang]

[Ninjutsu: ...Wind Release: Pressure Damage (Rank B), Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation (Rank B), Fine-scale Extraction Technique (Rank B), Summoning Technique: Rashomon (Rank A), Lightning Release: Lightning Blade (Rank S), Yin Seal (Rank S)...]

[Physical Techniques: Outer Lotus (Rank B), Inner Lotus (Rank A)...]

[Secret Techniques: Shadow Strangulation, Adamant Lockdown]

[Bloodline Limit: Tenseigan - Stage 2 (30.3%) [Abilities: Mental Puppet, Chakra Rosary]]

【Achievement:……】

[Remaining realization points: 18094]

"It's truly a bumper harvest."

His figure swept across the houses, and as he looked at the panel that appeared before him, Hinata Kumokawa smiled.

He was already only one step away from mastering "Raichi," and now, by flipping through the scroll, it was only natural that he would completely master it.

In Hinata Kumokawa's view, the real gains were the "Yin Seal" and those two secret techniques.

Thinking of this, Hinata Kumokawa raised his left hand and looked at his palm.

There was a black mark in the shape of a "◇", although the color was still very faint, it at least proved that he had mastered the Yin Seal.

With the "Yin Seal" technique, there's no need to hide away and refine chakra beforehand, like in the Land of Hot Water, to unleash the most powerful ninjutsu.

However, what surprised Hyuga Kumokawa the most was his inexplicable familiarity with the "Yin Seal" technique.

It wasn't a sense of familiarity from having seen it before, but a familiarity that came from the depths of one's blood.

"The Otsutsuki clan..."

Hinata Kumokawa's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the mark on his palm, the sense of familiarity growing stronger.

Finally, a thought struck him.

"wedge?"

Hinata Kumokawa blurted out the words in a low voice, his heart skipped a beat, and then began to pound violently again.

Yes, that's right, that's the source of that sense of familiarity.

"Karma" is a unique ability of the Otsutsuki clan. The Otsutsuki clan can digitize and copy themselves, and then implant them into the bodies of others. The person into whom the karma is implanted is called a "vessel".

A black diamond-shaped mark will appear on the palm of the "vessel," and this mark is what is known as the "wedge."

Simply put, "Wedge" is a compressed "backup file of the Otsutsuki clan." The compressed file will gradually "thaw" over time, and the "thawing" can be accelerated through battle.

When all the data is "thawed," the body of the "vessel" will be "replaced" by the data of the Otsutsuki clan, and the existence of the "vessel" itself will completely disappear, thus the Otsutsuki clan will be resurrected.

"..."

Thinking of the similarities between the "Yin Seal" and the "Wedge", Hinata Kumokawa subconsciously pursed his dry lips.

If the word "data" is too abstract, it can also be referred to as "genes".

Essentially, it involves packaging one's own genes and transferring them to another individual, gradually taking over that individual's body.

While everyone in the ninja world was still experimenting with organ and cell transplants, the Otsutsuki clan was already cutting and pasting their own genetic data.

If the "Yin Seal" is used to store chakra, then the "Karma" is used to store one's own genetic data. The principle of both is "storage" and "release".

Although their functions are vastly different, their underlying principles are the same, and the "Karma" also has the function of absorbing ninjutsu and releasing chakra.

Orochimaru's cursed seal actually has a similar effect, but unfortunately even Orochimaru probably hasn't developed it yet.

"If we could truly master the 'Karma'—a power unique to the Otsutsuki—even if it were just a castrated version..."

Even Hyuga Kumokawa's gaze narrowed slightly at the thought of this possibility.

If that's really possible, then he can do even more things.

After a moment of thought, Hyuga Kumokawa raised his head and silently recited in his heart: "Manifestation - a way for me to complete the training of the 'Kuwakuri'."

【Insufficient points】

"Sure enough."

Hinata Kumokawa's eyes flickered slightly, but he wasn't surprised.

The "Karma" is, after all, an ability that allows the Otsutsuki clan to transcend death, so it must have extremely high requirements in terms of the purity of the Otsutsuki bloodline. At least, Otsutsuki Kinshiki and Otsutsuki Urashiki have never demonstrated it.

Only Momoshiki Otsutsuki, whom even Urashiki Otsutsuki had to respect, and Isshiki Otsutsuki, who was qualified to come to the ninja world to plant the Divine Tree, possessed the ability of "Karma".

Hinata Kumokawa lowered his standards, silently thinking, "Manifestation - based on the 'Yin Seal' and 'Curse Seal,' it's a method suitable for my current training of the 'Wedge'."

[Will the 8000 Realization Points spent materialize?]

A smile appeared on Hyuga Kumokawa's face, and he thought without hesitation, "Manifest!"

Three chapters today, one more to come, probably a little later.

Chapter 58 Dead Fish Eyes! What are you looking at!

Villagers in Konoha are already enjoying the first snowfall of the year.

At this moment, the Land of Rain is still filled with the endless, monotonous sound of rain. The thick, low-hanging clouds in the leaden sky are like a huge shroud, firmly covering the land and refusing to let in a single ray of sunlight.

However, compared to the drizzle of the previous period, the rain now has become cold and continuous, as if it is going to wash the land of rain into the mud.

Only homeless stray dogs lay crouching in the corner, tearing at something, their mouths churning.

Snap... Snap...

Seemingly hearing a sound, the wild dogs pricked up their ears alertly and bared their teeth as they stared into the misty rain.

In the distance, amidst a desolate scene, several figures emerged from the rain and mist, their faces illuminated by the light beneath their raincoats and hoods.

Kakashi Hatake, who was in the lead, suddenly raised his hand, and the people behind him stopped in their tracks.

"We have entered the Land of Rain. Everyone must keep their identities hidden."

Kakashi Hatake glanced at Hyuga Kumokawa, who was standing in the middle of the group, and reminded him, "Next, we'll be going to a place where people are gathering information. Remember, listen more and talk less."

Hinata Kumokawa naturally knew that Kakashi-senpai was reminding him, and nodded seriously in response.

"Disperse."

At Kakashi Hatake's command, the team split into groups of three and dispersed to gather intelligence.

Hyuga Kumokawa remained by Kakashi's side, as instructed by Hiruzen Sarutobi, which served as a form of protection in a way.

The four of them, including him and Kakashi, infiltrated the capital of the Land of Rain without attracting anyone's attention or vigilance. No one even glanced at them because of their attire or behavior.

Because there are very few pedestrians on the streets, and even those who are there are mostly in a hurry, wrapped in dark raincoats with their heads down, moving through the rain like ghosts.

Most of these people exuded a numbness and vigilance honed by suffering. Occasionally, one could see Rain Village ninjas wearing strange gas masks and dark uniforms. Hyuga, Kumokawa, and their companions blended in with the crowd without attracting attention.

This was Hinata Kumokawa's first time in the Land of Rain, and his eyes, hidden under his hood, surveyed his surroundings.

As far as the eye can see, there is a forest of steel, with pipes of varying thicknesses climbing up buildings that are also made of steel.

These buildings are not like ordinary dwellings, but rather structures with sharp angles and welding marks, small windows, and a gloomy atmosphere that keeps people at a distance.

Rainwater flows down the cold metal surface, gathering into murky streams in the rusty gullies, and eventually flowing into the ubiquitous puddles on the ground.

The entire city resembled a massive industrial ruin, silently weeping in the rain.

A gloomy sky, dark brown steel, murky puddles, and pedestrians dressed in dark clothing...

"This place is actually the capital of the Rain Kingdom."

Looking at the world before him, where all colors had been washed away by the rain, Hinata Kumokawa's eyes gleamed with a deep light as he spoke softly in a profound tone.

It was the complete opposite of the prosperity of Konoha and the Land of Fire.

Kakashi Hatake naturally heard his words, but only glanced at him out of the corner of his eye before looking away.

Mercy?

What a naive junior.

Jingle Bell.

Kakashi pushed open the door and entered a tavern. The brass bell on the door rang, and the condensation on the glass slid off, leaving only a few damp streaks.

Hinata Kumokawa followed behind, and as soon as he entered, he smelled a strong mixture of moisture, rust, and alcohol in the air.

Rain not only shapes the environment here, but seems to have permeated the soul of the nation.

Kakashi and his three companions sat in seats near the window, a position that allowed them to observe the outside world and escape instantly if anything unusual happened.

"Boss, another drink!"

"Ha! Cool!"

At a table in the distance, several men dressed as ninjas were drinking heavily, and no one sat near them, avoiding them at all costs.

Clearly, they were ninjas from Amegakure. Kakashi Hatake narrowed his deadpan eyes slightly as he listened intently to their conversation.

"Sigh, my wife at home has been complaining again lately."

The scarred ninja took a sip of wine, exhaled the smell of alcohol, and sighed, "She keeps saying that the food rations have been decreasing lately, and if this continues, we won't be able to eat anything. She asked me what to do."

Bang!

He slammed his glass on the table and yelled, "What are we going to do? How the hell should I know what to do?!"

“That’s true.” Another long-haired ninja’s expression was equally grim. “Moreover, grain prices are rising faster and faster now, almost doubling.”

Ninjas do not engage in productive labor. For ninjas during times of war, while money is important, food to fill their stomachs is even more crucial.

For the Rain Country, where agriculture is virtually nonexistent, food is an extremely precious and important resource.

As for where the food given to the ninjas came from?

Of course, it comes from the distribution by the Daimyo of the Land of Rain. With ninjas not engaged in production, if war breaks out and trade is cut off, and the village also loses the support of the Daimyo, then Amegakure will be in dire straits.

So, where does the Daimyo of the Land of Rain get his food?

Nobody cares.

Even if they knew the people were commoners from the Land of Rain.

"Have you heard?" someone asked in a low voice, "The Land of Fire has declared war on the Land of Lightning. Is that why?"

Upon hearing this, the group fell silent. Finally, the long-haired ninja hesitated before speaking, "It shouldn't have much to do with our Amegakure, after all, the Third Shinobi World War was like that..."

"Tch, what a load of rubbish, it doesn't matter."

Before he could finish speaking, the scarred ninja, as if drunk, interrupted him, muttering, "The reason we weren't affected by the Third Shinobi World War is because of that Lord Hanzo, but he hasn't shown his face in ages, always hiding. Who knows if he's dead... ugh..."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people present changed instantly, and they reached out to cover his mouth.

"Shut up!"

"You are looking for death!"

"If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

Several people couldn't help but mutter angry curses under their breath.

However, it's uncertain who was genuinely angry at his insults towards Hanzo, and who was appalled by his bold words.

The scarred ninja regained his senses and realized what he had said, his face turning pale.

Amegakure also has an "Anbu" (secret branch of the ninja organization). If an Anbu ninja were to hear this, he would be severely injured, if not killed.

Startled, the scarred ninja instinctively turned to look around, and then saw a dead fish eye that hadn't yet retracted.

"What are you looking at! Dead fish eyes! What are you looking at?"

He stood up abruptly, his anger palpable. The bartender, startled, dropped his tray, spilling several full glasses of liquor onto the floor.