Naruto: The Savior of the Shinobi World is a Liar?

In the Land of Fire, within a forest, the morning sun hung low like spilled blood.

The dust had been soaked through with thick blood, making a chilling sound underfoot.

Uchiha Itachi stood there, his pupils trembling in shock, as several lifeless bodies lay behind him.

They were his jōnin teacher and comrades from Team Three, as well as the merchant convoy they were supposed to protect on this mission.

There was no chaotic battle or angry roars—just a silent figure approaching, and life was swept away like autumn leaves caught in a breeze.

The bonds of trust he had painstakingly built with his comrades were so easily taken from him.

"You..."

Uchiha Itachi fixed his gaze on the masked figure in front of him, his hand tightening around the kunai, trembling from fear or anger.

He was still far too inexperienced, having just become a genin not long before.

Fear crept in like a cold snake, penetrating his bones and rendering his limbs numb.

Until, standing in front of him, his only remaining genin teammate gripped their kunai tightly and rushed toward the masked figure like a moth to a flame.

Thud! The headless body wobbled and collapsed, blood gushing forth and spewing a smell that dyed Uchiha Itachi's eyes crimson.

"Hmm?"

Looking at the double tomoe Sharingan that had emerged in response to the loss of his comrades, as well as the familiar sadness and anger within, Uchiha Obito suddenly found himself intrigued.

Did this kid awaken his Sharingan due to the death of his friends? And his first manifestation is a double tomoe Sharingan? This kid seems a bit different.

With this in mind, the thought of attacking faded considerably. Collecting the valuables into a scroll, his figure vanished from Uchiha Itachi's view.

When he reappeared, Uchiha Obito stood atop a tree, frowning at the pitcher plant that emerged beneath.

"What's going on, Zetsu?" His voice was hoarse and deep, "Why are you here instead of watching Nagato in the Land of Rain?"

"Lord Madara, it's not good!"

Zetsu looked up at Obito, exclaiming loudly, "All the Zetsu monitoring Hanzō have lost contact. Nagato suspects something has happened in Amegakure and has already gone to kill Hanzō!"

"We won't be able to stop him; he should be almost at Amegakure by now!"

Upon hearing this, Obito's expression slightly faltered beneath his mask, an overwhelming sense of unease washing over him.

At this time, inside the tower in Amegakure.

In a room that once prohibited anyone from entering, Hyuga Kumo and Hanzō were seated across from each other, with Shinda and another Amegakure shinobi named Heiji waiting nearby.

"Shadow, what are these things? Who put them on me..."

Hanzō gazed at several white humanoid figures wrapped in black shadows, his eyes still angry and astonished.

Though he had calmed down, the bizarre abilities and situation still triggered his sensitive nerves.

He had never realized the existence of these beings; he could hardly imagine how long they had been within him. Just thinking about it sent a chill creeping down his spine.

He had originally thought that intelligence leaks were due to an insider beside him, but now it seemed the problem had originated from within himself.

If these monsters were to come at him again, would he be unable to notice?

"These are called 'Zetsu'; they are indeed troublesome. But now that we've established cooperation, I will naturally help you eliminate the hazard."

Hyuga Kumo collected the several Zetsu and looked at Hanzō with a smile, "However, it might hurt a bit—so brace yourself."

Hanzō, upon hearing this, suppressed his unease and confusion, knitting his brows and replying, "You underestimate me."

Hyuga Kumo nodded, not giving further explanation, placing his hand on Hanzō's shoulder, with the markings spreading once more.

But this time, the black markings were being inscribed into Hanzō's body.

Like plum blossoms blooming in winter, they began to be absorbed by flesh and blood.

In the next moment.

"Ah!!"

At the moment the black markings merged with his body, even though Hanzō had braced himself, the searing agony that felt like it was tearing him apart caused him to let out a painful scream.

Though he had endured countless pains in the past, this pain came from the very depths of his cells and soul; no other suffering could compare!

The soul-rending agony caused his pale blood vessels to bulge, and it felt as if countless writhing blue worms crawled beneath his skin, causing fissures to burst open and bleed.

"What's happening? Lord Hanzō!"

Shinda and Heiji looked startled, panic-stricken as they glanced at Hanzō, instinctively reaching out to support him.

But Hyuga Kumo stopped them with a hand, shaking his head, his expression calm as he said, "This is a gift from that lord; it is also the price Hanzō must bear."

"Cough!"

Perhaps due to Hyuga Kumo's words, Hanzō curled up, biting his teeth together and forcing himself not to scream. His once-pale and aged face twisted into something grotesque.

Pain, excruciating pain that tore at his body, pain that touched his soul.

Unbeknownst to Hanzō, the "Karma" gradually forged a chain on his soul, as the end of the chain was grasped in Hyuga Kumo's hand, allowing Hanzō's aged body to be reborn.

Soon, Hanzō's heart began to pound violently; the sound reverberated even outside his body.

Thump! Thump thump!

The blood surging through his veins felt like molten lava, now surging forth with that wildly beating heart.

A massive amount of muscle began to dissolve under the influence of blood, only to be torn apart and remolded by an overwhelming power. Muscle fibers entwined like ropes, solidifying beneath the skin, as similar transformations occurred throughout his body.

"Lord Hanzō! You, you…"

Shinda and Heiji stood dumbstruck, their eyes wide as they watched Hanzō's transformation. They could only watch as his once withered and pale hair revitalized, blooming into vibrant gold like a withered tree in spring.

Cells throughout his body began to breathe, and a surge of vitality poured from his gradually rejuvenated form, filling Hanzō's previously withered body.

"This feeling…"

Hanzō felt as though his body, dormant for over a decade, was thawing as vibrant chakra surged through every part of him, awaking his vitality.

This was what he had always yearned for.

Strength, life!

Power flowed through his blood vessels and bones like magma, and his body temperature rose to a boiling, scorching degree.

He needed to unleash this power and the joy swelling inside him.

How to release it?

Just then, seemingly hearing something, Hyuga Kumo turned to look outside the tower.

"Are you not curious about who those Zetsu were planted by?"

With a smile in his voice, Hyuga Kumo said, "He is coming."

Shinda and Heiji instinctively turned to look out the window, where they saw three figures draped in black cloaks adorned with red clouds striding through the rain and wind, their robes billowing as they walked, their pupils shimmering with deep, dark violet.

He didn't need to remain hidden; he was Pain, a "God," above humanity, prepared to pull the decaying hero down from his decaying throne with absolute power.

"Go."

Looking at Hanzō, whose body was now covered in black markings, Hyuga Kumo quietly urged, "Let our arrogant 'God' witness the power above the pinnacle of 'heroes.'"

"Go tell him that the future may belong to him, but right now, at this moment, it is still yours."

Hanzō's body trembled slightly, but this time it was not out of fear of death, but rather due to the burning blood within.

This former hero of the Land of Rain, who once dared to challenge the five great nations single-handedly, was reclaiming the strength and spirit he had lost to age.

"Ha! You bastard!"

He laughed with a near-life-affirming fervor, and the next instant, he surged into motion, vanishing from Hyuga Kumo's sight.

"No matter who that lord you spoke of is, thank him for me."

Buzz.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Hanzō appeared atop the high tower, gazing at the three figures in the distance, a smile blooming on his face as he raised his hand, biting his finger and letting blood spill.

"Summoning Jutsu!"

With Hanzō's triumphant shout resonating through the morning mist, the ground trembled beneath them, cracking open in several places.

"Roar!!"

A massive purple-black creature emerged, throwing its head back in a terrifying howl that echoed across the land.

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