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

The people in the room collapsed, falling straight down, their eyes unfocused and lifeless.

Death continues to walk in the darkness.

A drunken Chunin from Kusagakure slumped on the bar, silently succumbing to his lingering life force...

A Jonin who was processing documents suddenly had his soul ripped away in an indescribably cold atmosphere, and collapsed onto the desk in front of him...

Whether the target is a sleeping genin, a drunk chunin, or a normally unusually alert jonin.

No one was spared, and no one issued a warning.

There were no earth-shattering sounds, no aura of ninjutsu being used, and not even terrified screams; only the ever-spreading death.

There were no cries of pain, no resistance.

The only fear is the frozen expression on one's face when their soul is being devoured.

Finally, someone discovered the mysterious deaths of several people.

Beep beep beep! !

The first Kusagakure ninja to notice the anomaly pierced the deathly silence of the night with a sharp whistle.

In an instant, most of Kusagakure was alarmed!

"what happened?"

"Is it an enemy invasion?!"

The ninjas of Kusagakure awoke in panic, grabbed their weapons, and rushed out of their houses, scanning the surroundings to try and find the enemy.

However, all they saw was a silent, deathly still night.

"Then, what is that?!"

Some people saw a phantom that distorted the air, and many people looked on in surprise and doubt.

They tried throwing kunai, shurikens, and even explosive tags at it, but they passed through its body as if it were air, without causing a ripple.

Even a Jonin tried to use Earth Release to block its path, but was easily passed through by that body that was somewhere between tangible and intangible.

The ninjutsu struck its body, but passed through it like mud sinking into the sea, only managing to futilely glide through the air.

But it is like a walking natural disaster, advancing slowly and irresistibly, erasing life wherever it goes, like a death god bringing death.

"How can it be!"

"What it is?!"

"Could it be some kind of monster?"

Fear spread like wildfire among the Kusagakure ninja.

They were facing a 'virtual' that could not be reached by physical attacks.

What we are facing is not a physical collision, but a devouring at the level of the soul.

All of this made the Grass Village ninja's counterattack seem so pale and laughable.

Faced with this bizarre scene, someone screamed in alarm and anger, "The Sealing Squad! Where is the Sealing Squad?!"

The so-called sealing team of Kusagakure actually only consisted of five people, whose souls had already been extracted before they were discovered.

The 'illusion's' footsteps did not stop for a moment, easily penetrating the thick earthen walls and simple wooden doors, silently devouring the souls of those inside.

Harvest every last trace of life from every corner, drag out the hiders one by one, and execute them.

In every place they go, people die.

"A ghost! It's an evil ghost!"

Finally, faced with this helplessness and despair, someone completely broke down and tried to escape from Kusagakure.

However, when they reached the edge of Kusagakure, they saw five talismans with the character "禁" (forbidden) written on them.

At this moment, the three, 'Kage', Nagato, and Kakuzu, stood high above, coldly looking down at them as they struggled and despaired within the barrier.

Five-Seal Barrier, a C-rank barrier ninjutsu, involves placing forbidden talismans connected to the caster's chakra at five different locations to create a barrier space that seals off the area.

Once the barrier is activated, it cannot be broken through unless all the forbidden runes are destroyed at the same time. Although it is not offensive, it has extremely strong defensive and blocking capabilities.

This is a barrier technique that Nagato used to protect the Gedo Mazo from being discovered and invaded.

There is absolutely no way that the Hidden Grass Village could open it given its capabilities.

"do not want!"

"what!!"

"No, no, I was wrong!"

“Let it go…”

Ninjas trying to hide in the cellar, ninjas trying to escape from the village entrance, ninjas trembling in their homes...

Each biting pain became a guide, leading her toward the very people who had tormented her.

There were no blind spots, and no survivors.

Screams, curses, pleas, explosions, the clash of weapons...

All this noise belonging to the living is like a stone thrown into a deep pool; it cannot even stir up a ripple before being completely swallowed up by the boundless silence.

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Chapter 101 Massacre of the Village

"what?"

Upon returning from a mission, Jonin Aoki, the team leader, looked at his subordinate with a bewildered expression and asked, "Are you kidding me?"

"Captain, team leader, they're all dead! Really! They're all dead!!"

Tears streamed down the face of the ninja, his features contorted with terror, and his voice was almost a scream.

"You bastard! Do you know what you're saying?"

Aoki frowned deeply, then led the group, some surprised and some doubtful, into Kusagakure Village, suppressing their inner turmoil.

As the darkest hour before dawn passed, a pale, lifeless gray, like the belly of a dead fish, appeared on the horizon, and the fog that had enveloped Kusagakure began to sink and dissipate.

However, the morning light only dissipates the moisture, bringing no warmth or vitality whatsoever.

What appeared in the faint morning light was an absolutely desolate wasteland.

An absolute dead zone.

At this moment, there was no movement in the Hidden Grass Village. There were no human voices, no birdsong, and even the insects seemed to have disappeared.

The wind blew through the empty streets, stirring up a cold current carrying morning mist and dust, its mournful sound like the sigh of the dead.

"..."

Aoki's astonishment and slight impatience remained frozen on his face.

The group of Kusagakure ninjas following behind, who had been looking forward to hot food and a bed after their exhaustion, all froze on their faces.

“No…it’s impossible…” someone squeezed out a dry voice from their throat.

But when they actually saw the entire Kusagakure village after the morning mist had cleared, even the last shred of self-deception vanished like a bubble.

Dead body.

There were corpses everywhere.

On the streets, in the courtyards, inside the houses...

Scattered among them were hundreds and thousands of corpses in various poses, all of whom were ninjas they knew.

Empty eyes reflected the deathly light of dawn; some were twisted, some were curled up, some were frozen, and some stretched out their arms in vain, silently telling of the terror and despair of death's arrival.

Every corpse had lost its color without exception, presenting an eerie mixture of waxy white and ashen gray.

Those are the traces left after life is depleted following the stripping away of the soul.

The density of these corpses was so high that they almost covered everything in sight.

An indescribable aura of death and fear, an almost tangible odor, assaulted everyone's nostrils, instantly triggering nausea and dizziness.

"vomit!"

A young ninja's legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, the sound of violent retching shattering the silence.

No one helped him up, and the others, like clay or wooden sculptures, scanned the nightmarish scene with unfocused eyes.

“Really… all of them…” A Kusagakure ninja’s voice was dry, like sandpaper being rubbed.

"What on earth happened?" Aoki felt his hands and feet were ice cold, as if his blood had stopped flowing, and he subconsciously staggered forward a few steps.

But just then, a faint, suppressed sob, almost carried away by the wind, suddenly came from the house on the left.

In this absolutely silent graveyard, this faint sound was like a spark piercing the darkness, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"There are still people alive!" a Kusagakure ninja exclaimed.

Like drowning people grasping at a last straw, the crowd, filled with fear and a hint of ecstasy, rushed haphazardly toward the source of the sound.

Seemingly hearing their footsteps, a head popped out of the house, its face pale and bloodless.

Upon seeing the group of Kusagakure ninja, a look of bewilderment, as if he had just survived a calamity, appeared on his face.

Not only him, but many more people heard the sound and began to emerge from their hiding places.

The group of Grass Village ninjas spotted their family members among them and immediately rushed over to hug each other and cry their hearts out.

But without exception, all those who survived were civilians.

"What's going on? What happened?"

Aoki grabbed the man's shoulders, his face twisted in a ferocious grimace as he demanded, "Why are you the only ones who survived? Where are the others?!"

"Dead...all dead..." the man murmured blankly, his eyes glazed over. "Monsters, unseen monsters, impossible to stop, impossible to escape..."

"What do you mean?" A chill ran down Aoki's spine. "What are you talking about?"

Unseen monsters?

Is he so frightened that he's talking nonsense?

"Captain! Captain! Look!"

A ninja from the Hidden Grass Village crouched in front of a corpse. Seemingly having discovered something, he looked up in terror and said in a trembling voice, "There are no wounds, and no signs of poisoning!"

"what?"

Aoki's heart clenched, and he rushed forward to examine the corpse closely.

He then ran to the other corpses and examined them one by one.

The first body, the second body, the third body...

No! No! Still no!

None of these corpses showed any signs of external injury or poisoning!

"How is this possible?" His voice was hoarse as he whispered, "How did they die?"

So bizarre, it's almost like someone...

The soul has been removed?

"Captain! There are more here, there are more here..."

Just then, a Kusagakure ninja staggered over, carrying a still-bleeding corpse on his back.

Blood?

Noticing the only different corpse, Aoki flashed in front of the person and snatched the body, seeing the chest that had been pierced and the heart was missing.

He suddenly looked up at the ninja and asked in a deep voice, "Where was this body found?"

“Yes, it is…” the grass ninja’s throat bobbed up and down, “in that woman’s house.”

"A woman?" Aoki was taken aback for a moment, but quickly remembered and said in disbelief, "Is it that woman from the Uzumaki clan?"

With her? How could that be? How could that woman have the guts to do such a thing, and how could she have the strength to slaughter most of Kusagakure?!