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

"Good evening."

A gentle, smiling voice drifted down from above, reaching everyone's ears. "If you don't mind, you can call me 'Shadow'."

Dark shadows spread like a spiderweb, adhering to the surrounding walls like silk threads, segmenting and shattering the sky above the dome.

Hyuga Kawa stood at the center of the spiderweb, looking down at the people below.

Several figures were bound by his side, struggling like insects caught in a web, yet tied up like cocoons by the silken shadows.

It had to be admitted that the Nara clan's secret shadow jutsu, combined with the chakra-sealing effect of "Adamantine Chains," was indeed very suitable for Hyuga Kawa, who possessed the Shadow Robe.

His Shadow Robe was equivalent to the physical manifestation of shadows; in terms of lethality and flexibility, it was by no means comparable to ordinary shadows and chains.

The awe and terror brought by this bizarre ability were evident from the terrified expressions of the people below.

However...

"Hehehe."

Looking at the distorted, unfamiliar corpses, Hanzo instead laughed in extreme anger.

He glanced at Hyuga Kawa above, then at Kakashi Hatake in front of him, his voice cold. "It's certainly lively today. Everyone dares to trespass on my territory and play ghost."

Upon hearing this, Kakashi, who had been gravely watching above, instinctively withdrew his gaze and looked at Hanzo, intending to explain, only to find that the figure in front of him had vanished.

Above, in Hyuga Kawa's reflected pupils, a figure rapidly approached.

Hanzo, wielding his kusarigama with both hands, charged towards Hyuga Kawa. His long, platinum-blonde hair flew in the wind, and his eyes, fixed on Hyuga Kawa, were filled with sharp, biting cold.

"Die!"

As the words fell, the kusarigama in his hand slashed out, cutting through the air with a piercing shriek, incredibly sharp and ear-splitting, ruthless and decisive, moving too fast to see the blade itself—only the glint of the blade reflecting the sparse moonlight.

Though the blade was polished bright and sharp, one could still smell the stench of blood on it, clearly having been soaked in countless lives.

But in the next instant, reflected in Hanzo's pale golden pupils, the figure cloaked in black made no move, yet a shadow, sharp as a blade, whipped out from behind him.

Clang!

The black shadow collided with the blade, emitting a sharp clang of metal.

A cluster of searing sparks burst forth in the air between them, illuminating Hanzo's slightly constricted pupils like blooming iron trees and silver flowers.

But it was only for an instant; Hanzo's pupils immediately narrowed again.

He sharply tugged the chain connected to the kama, pulling the kama back at an even faster speed. He spun in the air and flung the kama out again.

"Heh."

With a light chuckle, several more black shadow tentacles extended, transforming into blades that swirled and lashed out, creating a flurry of black afterimages.

Buzz buzz buzz!

The sound of rushing air was like the loud chirping of insects, meeting Hanzo's spinning, slashing blade.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sparks exploded downwards like raindrops, and the sharp glint of clashing blades washed over them like a raging tide, leaving marks around them like the ravages of wild beasts' claws and fangs.

Dozens, even hundreds, of collisions occurred within seconds, the sharp sounds of clashing metal erupting densely.

Pfft!

Just then, a drop of blood splattered onto the ground. The interwoven blade light abruptly froze, and Hanzo's figure in the air retreated, dropping back to the ground.

"Lord Hanzo..."

Shinda was about to speak but suddenly stopped, frozen in a daze.

Because a line of blood had appeared on Hanzo's brow, slowly splitting open to reveal the crimson flesh beneath.

"That guy..."

Feeling his slightly numb arm and hand, Hanzo forcefully suppressed the slight tremor.

He looked up with a grave expression, and Kakashi Hatake, who had witnessed the entire exchange, also showed a subtle change in expression as he looked up at the figure.

This wasn't the Nara clan's secret shadow jutsu; instead, it seemed more like a Bloodline Limit. Who exactly was he?

"You're old, Hanzo."

Hyuga Kawa's tone, in everyone's ears, now seemed even more uninteresting and dull. "That's right, you're just a human, just like the weapon you use, that 'kusarigama'."

"No matter how sharp it once was in your hands, it doesn't change the fact that it's just a farming tool."

Hanzo's expression darkened slightly. Shinda, beside him, recovered from his shock, abruptly looked up with an enraged expression, and began, "Bastard, you..."

Pfft.

The words on his tongue were swallowed back along with his saliva as his throat moved up and down.

Reflected in Shinda's trembling and terrified pupils, a long, spear-like black shadow tentacle deeply pierced the ground beneath his feet, shattering hard brick and stone, sending white dust flying.

And on his forehead, a line of blood also appeared, blood overflowing from the wound, gradually soaking his face.

The speed of that piercing attack was so swift that among everyone present, only Kakashi and Hanzo witnessed it.

"Shh, adults are talking, children shouldn't interrupt."

Hyuga Kawa's voice carried a hint of gentle amusement, but at this moment, Shinda couldn't laugh at all, only feeling terror as the black shadow tentacle, now a sharp spike, withdrew from his feet.

"Who are you?"

At this point, Hanzo already realized this guy didn't seem to harbor deep hostility. Everything he'd done since appearing seemed more to display his power.

Why?

"I'm very curious."

Hyuga Kawa didn't answer Hanzo's question. Instead, he looked at Kakashi and the Konoha shinobi, smiling. "You stand in the Land of Rain, on this land trampled by great nations and watered with blood, on a land that cries silently in humiliation."

"And now you're still asking them if they should be pigs ready for slaughter by you, or if they should shatter their knees, kneel like dogs, and stick out their tongues."

"What do you feel when you say these things?"

At these words, the atmosphere, which had been broken by his appearance, instantly became oppressive and tense.

The Hidden Rain shinobi instinctively looked at the Konoha shinobi, and feeling those hateful gazes, Kakashi Hatake's heart suddenly sank.

This suddenly appearing guy was actually stirring up the Hidden Rain shinobi's hatred for the great nations. Did he want to obstruct the alliance?

Who exactly was this guy?

And this bizarre ability...

Kakashi Hatake stared intently at the figure above, his entire body enveloped in a black robe made of shadows, making it impossible to discern his face within the deep shadows.

Just then, Kakashi, who was observing the situation, suddenly noticed that "Hyuga Kawa"'s breathing became rapid and heavy. He instinctively turned to look, seeing a lost expression on his face.

"He..." "Hyuga Kawa"'s voice was somewhat hoarse. "I can't see his face. This feeling, it's like that monster."

Monster? Which monster?

Upon hearing this, Kakashi Hatake was first stunned, but quickly reacted, remembering the "monster" mentioned in the intelligence reports, the one who instantly killed the Magnet Release user Troy and nearly a hundred Cloud Hidden shinobi. His pupils immediately constricted.

Could it be that "monster"?

No, that's not right. The abilities displayed are different, and the personality also seems different.

"Enough."

Hanzo's deep voice broke the increasingly oppressive atmosphere. He looked at Hyuga Kawa above and asked again, "Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"

"I'm here to make a deal with you, esteemed sir."

Since he had successfully reignited the Hidden Rain shinobi's hatred for Konoha, Hyuga Kawa no longer avoided Hanzo's question.

He manipulated the people wrapped like "cocoons" to his side and smiled. "However, the Land of Rain is truly like a sieve. I found so many rats on my way here."

"Consider these people my welcoming gift to you."

As the words fell, Hyuga Kawa subtly raised his palm and clenched it slightly. The black shadows encasing those people instantly tightened.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!