Naruto: Fooling the Ninja World, I'm Hailed as a Savior

This hair-raising scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.

The ground beneath their feet had collapsed into a funnel shape. The buildings, already reduced to rubble by the explosion, found an outlet and poured into the collapsed hole.

It was as if someone had poked a hole under a sand table; with a light poke, all the sand would collapse into the hollow ground. Countless stones cascaded into the deep pit, filling their ears with a tremendous roaring sound, like a giant masticating its food.

"What's going on?"

"How could the ground suddenly collapse?"

Everyone continued to body-flicker away from the center of the collapse, their gazes at the distance filled with alarm and uncertainty.

But, as if giant waves crashing on the sea surface, shattering into a raging torrent amidst roars and splashing water, an uncontrollable gust of wind kicked up dust several tens of meters high, simultaneously obscuring their vision.

Until the roaring sound within the dust gradually subsided, everyone stopped, staring intently at the center of the dust cloud. Rainwater streamed down their foreheads, shattering on their hand-sealed hands. Their intuition told them that something seemed to be… there.

The remaining lights had extinguished. The darkness of the rainy night descended. No one panicked, but no one spoke either. Everything fell into a deathly silence; only the sounds of human breathing and the wind and rain could be heard.

"Could it be the Hidden Cloud Village?"

Akimichi Doto intently watched the dust, his gaze heavy. He glanced at Toroi in the distance, but saw that his blood-soaked face was equally grave. So, it was still those guys from the Hidden Stone Village? But what was the point of this?

"Doto-senpai,"

Just as Akimichi Doto was filled with doubt, a voice reached his ears from beside him. And within that trembling voice, there seemed to be a hint of fear. He instinctively turned to look beside him, only to see Hyuga Kawa, Byakugan activated, staring intently into the distance. A drop, whether rain or sweat, gathered on his forehead, flowed down to his chin, and dripped.

"Something… is coming out!" Hyuga Kawa trembled.

Lightning struck the night sky at that moment, branched lightning filling it like tree limbs. And under the illumination of that blazing white lightning, in the distant dust, a figure flickered into view for an instant.

Boom!

A thunderous roar came from the distant night sky. This peal of thunder was exceptionally deafening, as if the heavens were enraged and disgusted.

Enraged by what?

The crowd didn't need to guess the answer, because the answer had already emerged.

Pitter-patter… pitter-patter…

The footsteps entering their ears were crisp and ethereal, devoid of any strangeness yet striking directly into their hearts. Each step caused the air to resonate, making their eardrums, scalps, and even bones vibrate.

In the reflection within their pupils, a figure slowly walked out. They finally saw the figure approaching on foot, clad in robes as black as the stormy, rainy night, as if gazing at an empty, hollow shadow, a shadow emanating fear, decay, and the abyss. Only those eyes, those blue-white eyes, glowed faintly in the shadow, as if suppressing something.

"..."

Toroi suddenly had an intuition, an intuition that came from nowhere. Even if he attacked now, he would only cut through the overflowing black shadow; the blade would not stick to a single drop of blood or flesh. And he always trusted his intuition. His entire body tensed up.

That guy, he was… not right.

"You…"

Aburame Ryoma narrowed his eyes, opening his mouth to say something. And the Root ninjas before him instinctively raised their hands, gripping their kunai and short swords…

At that moment, those eyes, which had been hollow and unfocused, seemed to finally find their focus, looking in Aburame Ryoma's direction. A hand was raised and gently waved.

"Get out of the way!"

Aburame Ryoma felt his scalp prickle. That bone-deep, invisible chill made the insects within him riot. He roared and retreated without hesitation.

Zzzzzzt.

An invisible wind blade, like a crescent moon, tore a gash in the air before them, instantly extending an arc of light several meters long, sweeping towards the few Root ninjas in front. And the Root ninjas, who had been making some moves, suddenly froze as if solidified, their faces beneath their masks somewhat blank, time itself seemingly paused in that fleeting moment.

Gradually, the separated airflow filled back in, little by little. The sharp whistle of the blade stretched long, long.

Splatter! Splatter! Splatter!

The next moment, they felt a stormy current, like a horizontally sweeping blade, cut through them. The few figures "standing" before them were cut in half at the chest, as if by an invisible blade.

The upper bodies of the Root ninjas separated from their lower halves, their faces filled with confusion and helplessness as they slid to the ground, looking like blood-red wheat reaped by a scythe.

Their blood surged upwards from the severed waistlines, drenching the rainy night in a terrifying, chilling shower of fresh blood. Soon, it pooled into a crimson puddle, reflecting the stunned faces of everyone.

"Ah!!"

The Root ninjas cut in half didn't die immediately. The intense pain finally reached their central nervous system. Incredibly shrill and terrified screams erupted all at once, filling their ears.

"That's… what kind of ninjutsu is that?!"

"Wind Release: Wind Blade Jutsu?!"

The screams seemed to awaken everyone. Akimichi Doto abruptly snapped back to his senses, a cold shiver running through his entire body. He mumbled, "Are you kidding me? It's just a B-rank ninjutsu, how could it have such power?!" Hundreds of meters distance, in just one second, how did that guy do it?!

Large amounts of horrifying blood continued to gush, like a crimson spring from a severed artery. The scarlet, viscous blood engulfed everyone's vision, leaving nothing but an alluring crimson in sight. The wind, rain, thunder, and cries of agony merged together, like a devil's cruel symphony for torture.

In the distance, the figure slowly raised and spread his hands, his black robes gradually unfurling like vast wings.

"Slaughter, death, blood, hatred, fear, despair, pain, screams, wails, wind and rain…"

His hoarse voice rose from a low murmur, escalating to a clearly audible delight, as he laughed, "Ha, what a beautiful night!" He truly seemed to regard the Root ninjas' screams as background music. He had deliberately not let them die immediately. The terror, madness, and pleasure in his words sent chills down everyone's spines.

Branched lightning flashed through the ominous clouds. The world was once again painted gray and white. The lightning illuminated their pale faces. They had no idea who this newly appeared individual was, but that didn't stop them from understanding the undeniable truth before them.

Monster.

This suddenly appearing individual was absolutely a monster! A monster that fed on slaughter, death, despair, and agonizing screams and wails, and possessed immense power!