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

"Summoning Technique!"

With a burst of white smoke, the Uzumaki Guardian Captain summoned… three donkeys?

Each of these donkeys stood over three meters tall, massive in build. All the Uzumaki shinobi mounted up immediately.

Half an hour later, Yako was ready to slap himself—why had he underestimated giant donkeys?

These beasts could run.

Their four hooves tore across the barren desert like lightning. But more than speed, it was their endurance that shocked him.

They didn't tire. Their massive bodies stored fat like camels, needing neither food nor water for extended periods.

The Mist-nin chased after the donkeys; Konoha's forces chased the Mist-nin.

Yako's role was to leave tracking signs for the two Anbu squads coming from behind.

As they ran, Yako suddenly spotted one of his earlier markers.

Wait—what?

They'd looped back around?

In other words, these giant donkeys were dragging the Mist and Konoha shinobi in circles across the wasteland.

In this endless expanse of rocky desert, who could possibly outrun these beasts?

Even if the Mist-nin pushed hard to overtake them, the donkeys could simply speed up.

And if the Mist forces managed to catch up, a single Uzumaki would stay behind and engage in a suicidal one-for-one exchange with a Mist captain.

This chase stretched over days. Yako saw his own markings several times—pointing in wildly different directions. Even he had to concentrate to connect them.

The donkeys ran endlessly, while Mist and Konoha shinobi were forced to stop every few hours to rest, rehydrate, and replenish their food pills.

The Uzumaki were intimately familiar with the terrain, always choosing routes devoid of water, food, or vegetation.

After killing two rear-guard Uzumaki, the Mist-nin still couldn't keep pace.

These donkeys could probably run for several more days and nights.

Three days passed. Yako dreaded the scolding he'd get from the captains.

He'd been laying down codes while following the donkeys—only to realize they'd just been circling. The markings were now so chaotic even he could barely follow them.

The full moon hung like a silver plate; its light poured down like frost.

Without even realizing it, another full moon night had arrived.

In the dark distance, a donkey's bray echoed—long and thunderous.

Yako understood now. The Uzumaki Guardians weren't just running—they were buying time.

Yuuka must've heeded his advice. The surviving Uzumaki remnants should've left the Land of Waves long ago.

Days later, Konoha's two Anbu squads finally caught up.

To Yako's relief, Captain Hound didn't scold him for the confusing signals.

He noticed both squads were fully staffed, meaning Captain Hound hadn't split forces to pursue Yuuka. Most likely, she'd already left before the Anbu even arrived in the country.

Now, both Mist and Konoha had two squads each.

Konoha was fighting Kumogakure in the Land of Hot Water, while Kirigakure was at war with Sunagakure.

Neither village could spare too many troops.

In the southeastern edge of the Land of Wind, the two hidden villages were bleeding each other dry over a single strategic port.

Upon seeing the Anbu arrive, the Uzumaki captain's expression dimmed slightly.

He turned to the remaining Uzumaki and asked, "Are you ready?"

One answered, "We've been ready. Every hidden village will hunt us—but as long as even one of us lives, there's still hope."

The captain nodded. "Time. We need more time."

Now surrounded on all sides, the donkeys' paths were narrowing.

One by one, they were killed—until the last summoning donkey died beneath a volley of strikes from both villages' Anbu.

Mist and Konoha tactfully danced around each other—neither allowing the other to get too close to the remaining Uzumaki.

But what they offered the Uzumaki now was nothing but despair.

Each time an Uzumaki fell, both sides scrambled like vultures to seize the corpse.

Their numbers dwindled—until only one was left.

The Guardian Captain stood silently, staring at his final comrade's body being stuffed into a corpse-wrapping bag.

They had reached their limits.

He opened his ninja pouch. Inside was a single kunai—and the sealing scroll.

Drawing the kunai, the Guardian Captain slowly walked toward the Konoha Anbu.

On the other side, the Mist-nin tensed up. They lunged to close the gap.

Captain Hound hesitated—no order yet.

It wasn't the Uzumaki that concerned him—it was the Mist-nin behind him.

The Guardian Captain knew exactly what Konoha was worried about. He slowed his steps deliberately, allowing the Mist-nin to get closer.

The three groups closed in.

Then, at the final moment, the Guardian Captain crouched low—gathering all his chakra into his feet.

With a burst, he leapt more than ten meters into the air—straight into the center of Konoha's formation.

Captain Hound looked up as the captain sailed overhead and landed behind him.

The Mist-nin panicked. The Guardian Captain had gone too deep. They couldn't allow the scroll to fall into Konoha's hands.

They surged forward.

Yako, toward the rear, suddenly saw a blur—a figure right in front of him.

The Guardian Captain!

Yako didn't even think—he raised his blade to block.

He was lucky. The strike missed his chest, glancing off and piercing his shoulder instead.

With Anbu all around, there was no room to play dead.

Yako lunged for the kunai, trying to lock the captain's arm and make himself look heroic.

But the Guardian Captain wasn't here to waste time—he kicked Yako square in the gut, sending him flying.

His stomach churned like a storm. Thank God he'd only eaten food pills—otherwise he'd have vomited straight into his mask.

As he hit the ground, Yako actually felt relieved.

Good. I got kicked. I'm out of the fight now.

He tried to get up—halfway there—when a glint of steel shimmered before his eyes.

He turned his head toward the wire and saw the wielder of the Longsword: Sewing Needle—

Kuriarare Kushimaru!

When did they get here?

The Mist-nin had flanked them?

Kushimaru tugged on the wire.

The needle-like blade flew from behind Yako, impaling him cleanly through the chest before he even knew it.

That was Sewing Needle's signature technique.

Yako and two other Anbu were pierced together—strung up like roasted insects.

Dead. Kushimaru was too fast.

Darkness fell. His vision shifted.

Yako returned—to the full moon night five days ago.

Damn it… it's only been a few days and I've already died again.

Still stuck in the desert, still running circles on giant donkeys.

[Moon Arc Activated!]

The host has only one resurrection opportunity per full moon. Upon death, you will be returned to the last full moon night.

Reward: One spin

Reflex Surge (one-time breakthrough)

Chūnin-level Chakra Reserves (stackable)

Wire-Controlled Shuriken Technique (basic level)

Frustration faded—Yako's eyes gleamed.

Here it was again—the chance to spin.