Naruto : I Got "Return by Death" Kind Of Cheat

Outside Uzushiogakure, the colossal Spirit Turtle—massive as a hill—was crawling slowly toward the village.

Its shell had two layers. The plates on its belly could open into a ramp, allowing villagers to crawl inside its body. The Spirit Turtle was a mobile shelter for evacuation.

At its mouth, the turtle continuously unleashed violent gusts of wind, blowing away the Kumo shinobi attacking its head. As for its iron-hard shell, no amount of force from the enemy could break through.

Yako stared at the Spirit Turtle, thinking. What if someone disguised as a villager infiltrates it? The inside probably isn't well-defended. Wouldn't that be a disaster?

The turtle moved agonizingly slow, and couldn't distinguish whether those entering beneath it were spies or genuine villagers.

Minutes passed, and in the wake of its path lay sprawling trails of blood.

A tremor from within made the turtle emit a low, mournful bellow.

Its underbelly opened again—this time pouring out heaps of bodies.

Kumo infiltrators had gotten inside the inner shelter and carried out a massacre.

Behind the turtle, corpses were stacked like bricks. Most had been killed by throat slitting—the signature Kumo technique against civilians. Swift, practiced, pitiless.

Above, the Yatagarasu circled in flight, dropping explosive eggs on concentrated groups of Kiri shinobi.

The eggs glowed red with Fire Release chakra, exploding with the power of two to three explosive tags each.

The goal was to slow down the Water Release users exhausting the energy of the Four Violet Flames Formation.

Initially, many Kiri shinobi were blown to pieces, but they soon adapted.

Some cast Water Release to summon thick geysers from the ground, launching the eggs upward so they detonated mid-air.

There were too many Kiri shinobi. The Yatagarasu's harassment wasn't enough.

Yako shook his head in dismay. Everything outside the barrier was hell.

Meanwhile, negotiations near the Four Violet Flames Formation were going nowhere.

The Uzumaki couldn't protect the villagers outside. Kiri and Kumo continued their massacre.

In three hours, they had slaughtered nearly all civilians.

Waves of corpses flowed down the central river. Something had blocked the lower current—bodies piled up for hundreds of meters.

Near the turtle, even more corpses gathered. Their weight and sheer number slowed its movement.

Its massive body crushed some of the fallen as it trudged forward, reducing them to pulp.

To break the Uzumaki's resolve, Kumo shinobi wore down the Spirit Turtle with constant attacks. Finally, they used interlinked steel cables to flip it on its back.

Explosive tags and ninja tools rained down upon its exposed underbelly.

The turtle withdrew its head and limbs into the shell. But the seams were imperfect. Blood seeped from within.

With the added agony of Lightning Release shocks, it could no longer move.

Its muffled cries from inside the shell echoed in helpless despair.

After a full five hours of resistance, the first Four Violet Flames Formation collapsed with a deafening blast.

The shattered barrier unleashed a scorching wave of heat and shock across the area.

Nearby houses crumbled. Kumo and Kiri shinobi recoiled—many were killed instantly.

The rest surged forward in wild excitement.

Yako lowered his binoculars again, eyes flicking toward Shimura Danzō.

He hadn't moved an inch.

The will of the ANBU was like cold iron. A few ally casualties outside meant nothing.

A second Four Violet Flames Formation appeared.

This one was smaller, centered on the Uzumaki clan's ancestral shrine.

Through the scope, Yako saw many women and children gathered around it.

Kushina was surely among them.

Everyone else—adults and even the clan head—remained outside the barrier.

The clan head stood at the front, forming hand signs, then slapped the ground.

Boom! Four massive clouds of smoke erupted around him.

Kiri and Kumo halted in caution. No one knew what hidden card the Uzumaki still held.

From the smoke, four colossal summoned beasts burst forth.

Hellhound of Division, Charging Rhino, Giant Centipede, Battle Ox.

Yako was stunned—Weren't these the exact same summons later used by Pain's Animal Path?

No wonder Nagato had such fearsome summons—they were the legacy of the Uzumaki clan.

But why had this legacy gone to an orphan from the Land of Rain, rather than Kushina?

Ordinary shinobi couldn't contend with such beasts.

The Hellhound of Division tore through Kiri shinobi with ease. When Suikazan Fuguki stepped in personally, he managed to force it back—but the hound didn't stay.

It split in two mid-charge, each half lunging at different enemies.

The more pressure the hound faced, the more it split—smaller hounds became faster and more savage.

One Kiri shinobi was bitten in half—guts spilling, body flung aside.

The hound's jaws dripped with viscera, a horror to behold.

The Charging Rhino had thick plated hide—kunai and ninja tools bounced off uselessly.

Lowering its head, it rampaged through enemy lines, crushing shinobi underfoot or sending them flying.

Kiri's Water Formation Walls were like paper—torn down in a single charge.

The Giant Centipede coiled its massive body to divide the battlefield, isolating clusters of Kiri shinobi to be swarmed by the Uzumaki.

Adamantine Sealing Chains glimmered through the smoke. Dozens of enemy shinobi fell under these secret arts.

With the support of the summoned beasts, the Uzumaki launched a ferocious counterattack.

Casualties surged among Kumo and Kiri.

Yako narrowed his eyes. The Uzumaki might actually turn this around.

Knowing Danzō, would Konoha now step in—to support Kiri and Kumo?

One advisor unfurled a sealing scroll. Inside were Kumo flak jackets and forehead protectors.

Just as Yako suspected—ANBU were preparing to intervene, disguised as enemy shinobi.

Deception was standard ANBU protocol. Once blame was deflected, they could kill without restraint.

But just then, Captain Yellow Dog raised a hand—halted the plan.

A boat had appeared upriver.

It moved fast—cutting through the mist straight toward Uzushiogakure.

At the bow stood a man with long hair and closed eyes.

More importantly—he wore the ceremonial robes of the Mizukage.

The Third Mizukage.

They hadn't expected him to appear.

For any Kage to leave their village meant the situation was beyond critical.

Even Danzō stepped forward two paces.

He, too, was taking this seriously now.

The Uzumaki had tried to seal the wild Three-Tails—and in doing so, had poked the hornet's nest.

Kirigakure came with vengeance, no matter the cost.

They offered Kumo lucrative rewards, and came to annihilate Uzushio.

And now even Konoha's patience had worn thin.

When negotiations failed, Konoha's high council chose to act—Danzō had come to snatch Kushina himself.

Yako wondered whether the Uzumaki resented Hashirama Senju, for giving away the Tailed Beasts to the great villages, but never sparing even one for the Uzumaki.

Yako tugged at his collar. If I've already pieced together the truth... will Danzō eliminate me too?

The real danger wasn't just Kumo or Kiri.

It was within the ANBU itself.

Through his scope, Yako continued to watch, trying to discern what power the Third Mizukage truly wielded.