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

"Speaking of which, Itachi's age does match, as his birth time is close to Madara's death time..." Black Zetsu pondered, "but he's too young, so even if he wanted to do something, he couldn't."

In this way, regardless of whether Itachi Uchiha is or isn't, we need to make him have the Mangekyou Sharingan first, which is better than doing nothing.

Once we figure out which of them is the reincarnation of Indra's chakra, we can gouge out their eyes and give them to that person.

Chapter 110 Hahaha! I'm finally out!!

The fine rain, like endless silver threads, silently fell on the forest at the border between the Land of Fire and the Land of Rain.

Unlike the cold rain of the Land of Rain, here there is only a damp, drizzling rain, the air is thick and heavy, mixed with the unique scent of damp earth and water vapor.

A thin, persistent white mist permeated the forest, limiting visibility to a range of only a few dozen meters.

The surroundings were shadowy and quiet, with only the rustling of raindrops hitting the leaves.

A patrol team consisting of three Konoha Chunin and one Jonin conducts a routine patrol along the border between the Land of Fire and the Land of Rain.

Because Amegakure has Hanzo in charge and there is no precedent for launching a war.

So Yamada, the Jonin leading the squad, seemed quite relaxed, smiling as he talked with the three behind him about the dango shop that had opened in the village.

But as they passed through a grove of trees, Yamada suddenly stopped, frowned, and looked into the shadow of a huge oak tree.

"Captain, there seems to be someone over there!" A Chunin also sensed something amiss.

Yamada Jonin immediately became alert, placing his right hand on the kunai pouch at his waist. The other two also instantly suppressed their smiles and quickly dispersed in a semi-encircling formation.

The sound of raindrops masked their subtle footsteps, and as Jonin Yamada cautiously approached, he finally made out the figure.

In the hollow formed by the thick tree roots, a small figure was huddled up in fear.

His thin, tattered clothes, stained with mud, clung to his frail body, which was trembling violently—not from the cold, but more from some deep, uncontrollable grief.

The small, thin figure, dressed in mud-stained clothes, looked even smaller and more pitiful due to the ill-fitting size.

"Waaaaah...why...why me..."

He lowered his head and buried his face between his knees. His intermittent sobs pierced through the rain and mist, sounding exceptionally clear in the silent forest, filling the four people with helplessness and grief.

A lost child?

Or are they refugees who got separated from their parents?

Occasionally, refugees would cross the border of the Land of Fire into the Land of Rain, which relieved Yamada a little, but his professionalism as a Jonin kept him on his guard.

He gestured for his two team members to keep watch on the surroundings, while he approached slowly and gently, asking, "Child, why are you here alone? Where are your family? Which direction did you come from?"

There was no response, only the suppressed sobs grew more intense, and the little shoulders trembled violently.

"Don't be afraid, we are Konoha ninjas, not bad people."

Yamada Jonin slowly crouched down, his eyes flickering slightly as he tried to make out the child's face. He said, "What's your name? Tell Uncle, and Uncle will help you find..."

He finally saw the child's messy, wet, dark red hair.

Dark red hair?

A strange feeling, which seemed to come from nowhere, instantly swept over Yamada's mind.

And just as he frowned slightly at this oddity...

The crying child, seemingly more frightened by his approach, suddenly raised his head.

A tear-streaked, childlike face was exposed to the thin sunlight, and dark circles were particularly noticeable around the reddened eyes.

But what is most striking is a mark on that sad yet numb and empty little face that cannot be ignored.

There is a red character etched on the skin on one side of the forehead.

--"like"!

A chilling coldness surged forth instantly, rushing wildly up his spine to the top of his head, freezing Yamada Jonin's blood and turning his face ashen white in an instant.

A name exploded in my mind like lightning!

The Sand Village in the Land of Wind, the Jinchūriki of the One-Tailed Beast!

I love Luo!

"retreat!!"

A roar filled with shock and rage burst from his throat, and his body reacted even faster than his voice, his whole body shooting backward like a spring compressed to its limit!

But it was no use.

"Hehe...hehehe..."

A low, hoarse, malicious laugh, like countless grains of sand rubbing against metal, was forced out of Gaara's throat.

The voice was icy cold and chilling, instantly drowning out Yamada Jonin's roar and freezing the air!

Gaara's empty, sorrowful eyes disappeared, replaced by a pure, inhuman bestiality filled with savagery and destructive desire!

boom! !

A terrifying malice and violent chakra, solidified to the point of being, erupted like a tsunami from its center, instantly scattering rain, rotten leaves, and rocks!

Thick, yellowish-brown quicksand gushed out, instantly engulfing the three Chunin who were still in a daze!

"No!"

"save……"

They only had time to let out a short scream before they were crushed the moment they came into contact with the sand.

Before the dazzling crimson could bloom on the surface of the sand, it was brutally wiped away by the endless yellow sand, leaving not even a fragment of bone behind!

The violent sound waves spread out in the naked eye, snapping the surrounding trees in half and pulverizing their branches and leaves!

Bang! !

Even Yamada Jonin, who managed to get away immediately, was still struck hard by the irresistible force coming from behind.

Like a leaf swept up by a gale, he was blasted away, spraying blood and groaning as his bones shattered, before crashing into the slippery mud and thickets in the distance.

"Cough! Cough!"

Yamada's ears were filled with a violent buzzing sound, and he barely managed to lift his head despite the excruciating pain.

The next moment, through his eyes, blurred and distorted by excruciating pain, he saw a scene he would never forget, a scene as apocalyptic as the end of the world.

The endless torrent of yellow sand began to condense, deform, and expand wildly, and a huge outline, like a hill, rapidly formed in the rolling dust.

True terror has arrived!

One-tail Shukaku!

"Roar!!"

Two sharp claws swung menacingly in the air, and it roared back with a deafening roar, filled with the ecstasy and savagery that had been released after being sealed away for so long.

"Hahaha! I'm finally out!!"

It greedily devoured the surrounding rain and moisture, its massive head formed by churning yellow sand, its eyes flashing with cruel light, and its voice booming like a bell.

Its eyes, like giant searchlights, instantly locked onto Yamada, who was lying in the mud, his face filled with fear and despair, and slowly opened its huge mouth.

"Not Sunagakure, but that stinky fox's Konoha? Fine, whatever!"

"Foolish humans, welcome my arrival!!"

With that, Shukaku opened its massive maw, and unseen waves of energy rippled through the air, releasing the yang and yin chakra within its body.

A large number of light blue and purplish-black particles seemed to be drawn to each other and began to mix in a ratio of two to eight, converging and compressing into a deep purple sphere in front of his gaping fangs.

The next moment, it headed towards the most densely populated area it sensed—the Konoha outpost on the border of the Land of Fire…

boom! !

Chapter 111 "Hero" Hyuga Kumokawa

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the window at the far end, casting ribbons of light on the polished floor.

The corridor of the special care area in Konoha Hospital was unusually quiet, and the air was filled with the distinctive smell of disinfectant.

But this tranquility was quickly broken by the barely suppressed yet uneasy conversation.

"What's going on? What kind of flowers are these?"

"Of course we'll give carnations! No matter how you look at it, we'll give carnations!"

"The medical staff refused to let us in no matter what. It was only after the three generations of elders spoke up that they reluctantly allowed us to visit. Don't mess this up."

Shh! Keep your voice down, we're here.

The sound of light footsteps stopped outside a hospital room. The people outside quickly quieted down and began to arrange the flower baskets and bouquets in their hands.

knock knock.

"Please come in."

A gentle but weak voice came from the ward, and several people cautiously peeked in from outside the door.

However, upon seeing the figure in the ward, the group of people simultaneously widened their eyes slightly, their pupils reflecting the figure on the hospital bed.

In that one glance, time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

The hospital bed was located by a bright window, the window was half open, and the blue sky outside was clear. The trees in early spring swayed in the wind, like waves of green.

The wind, carrying a slightly cool breeze, lifted the gauze curtains and, after entering the ward, ruffled the boy's hair on his forehead.

Hinata Kumokawa sat on the hospital bed, quietly gazing at the scenery outside the window.

The afternoon sun streamed in, flowing across his face and body, highlighting his defined and delicate brow bone, and his thick, long eyelashes, which were tanned silvery-white and cast pale shadows.

The sunlight seemed to paint a hazy golden edge around him, his black hair was gently swayed by the wind, and his pure white eyes were also shrouded in a light golden halo, carrying an almost divine tranquility.

The strong smell of disinfectant and herbs in the ward, the fragrance of the flowers in my hand, and my anxious heartstrings all seemed to be soothed by that ray of sunlight and that figure...

All that remains are the flow of light and shadow, the trajectory of the wind, and that serene figure.

The group gazed at him as if he were looking out the window at the vast, clear, and pure blue sky.

In the far distance where his gaze was fixed, the iconic Hokage Rock of Konoha was faintly visible, giving the group an indescribable sense of security.

"That's great!" someone blurted out.

The brief silence was broken, and the others came to their senses. Suddenly, a female ninja patted him on the head.

"You big idiot," she said in a low voice, "You're alright after suffering such serious injuries, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this, the man's gaze finally left that face and fell upon Hinata Kumokawa's right arm, which was wrapped in thick medical bandages and splints from shoulder to fingertips, with a thin IV tube connected to it, and the medicine dripping slowly from the bedside...

"good afternoon."

Hinata Kumokawa turned around at the sound, looking at the few visitors who seemed a little uneasy at the door. His smile was gentle, and his voice was slightly hoarse from his injuries, but his tone was steady and clear.

But the group knew what an amazing thing this newly promoted Jonin had done not long ago on the battlefield against the Land of the Moon and the Hidden Cloud Village.

Using his flesh and blood to control and guide the heavenly lightning, he killed hundreds and thousands of Cloud Village ninjas, completely shattering the Cloud Village's defenses and demonstrating terrifying power and ruthlessness!

But at this moment, it is like a jade disc carefully lifted from the turbulent waters of the battlefield, briefly losing all its sharp edges, leaving only a restrained and warm radiance.

This stark contrast between his ruthless and cold demeanor towards enemies and his gentle and warm demeanor towards comrades instilled even greater respect and admiration in the group.

"Lord Yun Chuan, I apologize for disturbing you."

The leader did not show the slightest contempt for the young man's appearance.

Taking a deep breath to suppress his excitement and nervousness, he spoke in a voice as steady as possible but still with respect: "Please rest assured and focus on recovering. I hope you can recover soon."

"Thank you." Hinata Kumokawa returned the smile. "You just came back from the front lines, right? It must have been a tough shift change."

"It's all thanks to you for your help. The situation on the front lines of the Moon Kingdom has greatly eased, and we're just waiting for a response from the Hidden Cloud Village," the man replied with a smile.

As they spoke, the group carefully placed the bouquets of flowers. Besides theirs, there were already many more in the room, each accompanied by a card and a blessing.

After exchanging a few greetings, the group tactfully found an excuse to quietly slip away, feeling a sense of satisfaction at meeting a hero and an unexpected excitement at Yun Chuan's gentle nature.

As the door closed softly, the ward returned to its previous tranquility, only now filled with a few fresh flowers and a richer fragrance.

[Ding! Your lie has been judged as [Playing for Real] and [Deceiving the World]... It has caused a strong emotional fluctuation, reaching the level of [Unwavering Belief], and you have gained 500 Truth Points...]

[Remaining realization points: 20354]