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

But soon, as the blinding light finally began to fade, and the deafening roar that seemed to shake one's internal organs out of their chest slowly transformed into a persistent buzzing in the ears...

"Cough! Cough!"

The Konoha members clutched their throbbing, dizzy heads and staggered to their feet. The pungent smell of burning flesh filled their nostrils, mixed with a strange aroma of meat.

However, when they looked up, their expressions all became blank.

"..."

The blazing white light was fading, and the first thing to be seen was the firelight, the afterglow of the flames spreading before one's eyes, followed by thick smoke like a curtain, rising from within the firelight.

After the light faded, darkness returned, but in the scorching and oppressive darkness, the terrified and bewildered gaze was distorted by the high temperature.

The battlefield in the Land of the Moon has been completely transformed.

Absolute burnt black became the sole dominant hue of the land.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had left a huge and hideous circular mark on the earth, leaving only a massive crater.

The soil? It had long since turned into a mixture of dust and coke, covering every inch of the ground within sight. Raindrops falling on it were instantly evaporated, creating a hissing mist.

The puddles? They had vanished without a trace, even the last steam had been instantly dissipated, replaced by cracked, hardened, scorched earth, like the wrinkles on a devil's skin.

The lightning rods, hurled down in dense formation, resembled charred black logs, twisted and crookedly embedded in the scorched earth, melted and warped by the high temperature into indescribable lumps of iron, with a few remaining tips still emitting a faint red glow.

As for those Cloud Village ninjas...

Kaka! Click!

A black arm emerged from the hardened soil, and then the ground began to rise outwards, as a figure slowly lifted the stone slab and crawled out from underground.

"Cough! Cough! Ugh!"

Samui's entire body was charred black with severe burns, and a strange meaty smell could even be smelled. His violent coughs were accompanied by a burning, stinging sensation.

He experienced radiating, severe headaches and couldn't hold it in any longer, so he lay on the ground and began to dry heave.

A moment later, she struggled to sit up, her pupils focusing with difficulty through the thick smoke and dust, trying to discern her direction.

Then, she saw it: Mataru Futani.

The once majestic tailed beast, a symbol of violent power, now lay pathetically and pitifully beside her, its body still crackling with tiny arcs of electricity.

The once beautiful fur that flowed like blue flames on that enormous body was now charred and carbonized in large chunks.

A huge, charred gash running across most of the shoulder and back was clearly visible, and a white structure resembling "bones" could even be clearly seen underneath.

"..."

Samui's confused mind gradually cleared, and he immediately realized that it was the two tails that protected him at the last moment, thus saving his life.

She stared blankly around, a chill and fear creeping into her heart.

The Cloud Village ninjas near the center of the explosion had been completely vaporized, leaving only piles of indistinguishable ashes on the ground.

Further away, the corpses appeared in even more horrifying forms.

Their bodies were charred black, all moisture evaporated, their bodies twisted and shrunken, their skin clinging tightly to their carbonized bones, like mummies overcooked by fire.

Some still retain the posture of fleeing before death, with a statue-like, taut style, maintaining lifelike movements, which are extremely eerie and terrifying.

The headbands or equipment had completely melted and deformed, merging with the charred bodies to form disgusting, shiny lumps, with black smoke struggling to rise in the rain.

The shattered remains of the earthwork wall, charred and half-buried in the soil.

"Ah! Ah!"

The battlefield was filled with sporadic, short screams and groans filled with pain, despair, and fear.

Those were Cloud Village ninjas who were lucky enough to escape to the outer perimeter; although they were affected, they were not vaporized on the spot.

Some people rolled around clutching their arms, charred and peeling away from the intense heat; others curled up, their abdomens pierced by flying metal or scalding rubble...

Many more lay on the ground with lifeless, empty eyes, their only proof of life being the dripping excrement from their trousers due to incontinence.

"..."

Throughout the entire battlefield of the Land of the Moon, both the surviving Cloud Village ninjas and the Konoha ninjas on their own side were plunged into an eerie, deathly silence and trembling.

This natural force, manipulated by human hands, completely destroyed the main fighting force of the Hidden Cloud Village.

“Azii…”

As if remembering something, an extremely faint call escaped from Sam's cracked lips as his gaze swept across the terrifying land scarred with death.

But soon, she saw that familiar knife, that knife that was almost completely melted, and her empty pupils began to tremble.

"No!!!" Samui's scream was so shrill it sounded like he was weeping blood.

Her rationality, her composure, her pride—at this moment, they were utterly crushed by this pure and terrifying power.

At the same time, seemingly sensing her despair and anger, the two-tailed beast lying on the ground raised its head and once again let out a deafening, hateful, and tyrannical roar.

"Roar!!"

Those narrowed, vertical pupils were fixed on the two figures above.

No, it should be staring at that figure with outstretched wings, looking down at him.

Hinata Kumokawa!!!

Chapter 108 We Need a Victory

The sky over the Land of Wind is a dark yellow.

The vast expanse of yellow sand connects the sky and the earth. The wind blows the sand grains, turning them into dunes that flow like ocean waves, making an endless "shasha" sound.

The enormous setting sun hung at the edge of the sea of ​​sand, as if placing the whole world in a desert.

The air was filled with scorching heat, and the intense heat caused the objects to sway and twist violently, making distant scenery appear as if it were shimmering in water, creating an illusion like a mirage.

The capital of the Wind Kingdom is located on the only vast oasis.

From a distance, it looks like a giant about to die, half of its body buried in the yellow earth, with only its arm sticking out of the ground covered in green algae.

Sunagakure is located next to the oasis, serving as a wall protecting the capital of the Land of Wind while resisting sandstorms.

Inside the meeting room of the Kazekage Building in Sunagakure.

The dry air, unique to the Land of Wind, carried a rough, gritty quality that could still be faintly felt even in this well-sealed room.

A mere twelve people sat around the huge round stone table.

The thick stone walls blocked out the sounds of the outside world, but they could not block out the pervasive anxiety and oppression.

"Gentlemen, you have all seen the proclamation from Daming Prefecture, haven't you?"

Sitting in the main seat, Luo Sha leaned back slightly, his voice low and slightly hoarse.

His gaze was deep, sweeping over everyone present, finally settling on the scroll in front of him bearing the emblem of the Daimyo of the Land of Wind. His cold, hard face betrayed his weariness.

“The Daimyo’s attitude is very clear,” Rasa said in a deep voice. “As expected, he has decided to continue to reduce military funding and supplies to Sunagakure.”

A suffocating silence ensued, before the impatient one broke it, his voice filled with worry and anger: "Lord Kazekage, this is practically driving us to our doom!"

What does continued cuts mean?

This means they have to cut more genin slots, the stipends for chunin and jonin will be reduced, and their already meager reserves of ninja tools will be depleted!

Without money or resources, how will the village survive? With sand and the northwest wind?

"Does Lord Daimyo not see the current state of the ninja world? The Hidden Cloud Village and the Hidden Leaf Village are locked in a fierce battle, and the balance of power among the Five Great Nations is beginning to crumble!"

An old man frowned and said, "This is the prelude to the Fourth Shinobi World War, a crucial moment for redistributing interests and even changing the overall situation!"

"And what are we doing? We're being slowly bled dry from within, and we can only watch our opportunity slip away!"

Upon hearing this, Chiyo, who had remained silent, raised her eyes and said in a calm, objective voice, "The Daimyo has simply lost faith in Sunagakure."

Upon hearing this, the meeting room fell silent. The expressions of the people present froze, and they opened their mouths but could not utter a word.

Sunagakure participated in all three previous Shinobi World Wars, but always ended up being forced to cease hostilities in a sorry state. It was only natural that the Daimyo would lose faith in them.

"But does knowing we'll lose mean we should do nothing?"

Suddenly someone spoke up, pointing out the window, and said in a deep voice, "Look outside, look at Sunagakure. We've been buried here for far too long. How much longer are we going to be buried in this godforsaken place!"

Everyone instinctively looked out the window in the direction he was pointing, and saw a sandy building that looked like a giant anthill.

Pedestrians on the street covered their mouths and noses with scarves to protect them from the wind, their faces etched with the weariness and grime of being weathered by the wind and sand, silently and laboriously fighting against the cruel exploitation of the natural environment.

The sand lashed violently against the exposed skin, like countless tiny blades cutting.

Desolate, lifeless, and harsh.

For Sunagakure and the Land of Wind, the sky is the aversion of the gods, the earth is a wasteland that exploits life, and survival itself is the greatest challenge.

It is said that it was precisely because of this barren living environment that the Sand Village ninjas forged their tenacious will.

But when the Sand Village ninjas heard this, they just wanted to spit out their saliva and say, "Bullshit!"

It wasn't because of any challenging environment, but because of anger and jealousy towards injustice.

The neighboring Land of Fire possesses a rich and vast land, where one can enjoy the generous gifts of nature, with resources that are virtually inexhaustible.

The vast forests provide abundant timber, herbs, and ecological barriers; the fertile land yields plentiful crops; and the numerous rivers and lakes offer ample water and convenient transportation.

This fundamental injustice and jealousy is the reason why Sunagakure continues to participate in wars, even at great cost.

Resentment and jealousy are not emotions that will dissipate; they will only settle and ferment in the sands of time, eventually turning into a distorted desire.

This might be called the motivation to survive, but it's more like a kind of ferocity that's forced out, a willingness to take a bite out of Konoha at any cost!

Thump...thump thump...

Luo Sha's fingers tapped lightly on the table, breaking the oppressive atmosphere in the meeting room.

"Stop complaining." His voice was cold and harsh. "The reality is, we've been choked."

As he spoke, Luo Sha slowly extended his right hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, and a strand of extremely pure, shimmering gold sand flowed slowly.

“In peacetime, we could trade with other countries using gold dust to maintain the stability of the village, but that method is no longer feasible.”

"Our only way is to find a way to regain the daimyo's trust, and the most direct way is..."

He didn't continue speaking, but everyone's gaze involuntarily carried a complex and heavy feeling.

Without a doubt, it is a tailed beast.

If a Jinchuriki could master the One-Tailed Shukaku, it would greatly boost the daimyo's confidence.

but……

"Gaara, that child."

Chiyo's weathered eyes held a hint of weariness and deep helplessness: "Yesterday evening, I lost control again and killed a ninja in front of everyone."

At this point, Chiyo paused, suppressing her personal emotions, and said without any emotional coloring, "As a weapon, it is still unstable and uncontrollable."

Upon hearing this, the temperature in the meeting room seemed to drop several degrees.

As expected, that child was ultimately no match for Killer Bee, the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki of Kumogakure. To expect him to control the One-Tail on his own was simply wishful thinking.

With a powerful figure within his ranks attempting to undermine him, and formidable enemies lurking around him from the outside, his most anticipated trump card turns out to be the most unstable powder keg...

"Then, there's only one last option left."

In the silence, Luo Sha slowly raised his head. On his face, which was as hard as a rock carving, there was no anger or sadness, only an almost indifferent determination.

We need a victory.

"An undisputed resounding victory."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present changed their expressions slightly, but no one raised any objections.

Even without being explicitly stated, Luo Sha's cold and emotionless tone made it clear what he wanted to do.

Rejoin the battle and find a way to win.

Even if this resounding victory is something the daimyo didn't want.

Chapter 109 Black Zetsu: Itachi Uchiha is the reincarnation of Indra!

The oppressive and suffocating meeting finally came to an end.