Dropped into Naruto, Breaking the World Apart

This so-called Blood Mist Amusement Park randomly selects one or more "lucky" participants from various villages to take part in its twisted challenge games.

When all the participants from a particular village die, the game simply draws a new batch of "lucky ones" from the same village to keep the nightmare going.

No one really knows when this game started. Kankurō had already managed to slack his way through two of the games. As long as someone participates in the challenge—whether they win or lose—the rest of the group can keep moving forward toward the exit and, eventually, escape this bizarre place.

The rule of this game is simple: Sacrifice others to secure your own survival.

"Can't we just skip the game and force our way out?" Shizune couldn't help but ask.

Kankurō shook his head grimly.

"Some Konoha and Kumogakure shinobi tried that before. The moment they made a move—boom. Blood mist. Gone on the spot."

Tsunade and Shizune's expressions darkened further.

Still, a few people quietly breathed a sigh of relief. A little girl had just volunteered to take on the "Whack-a-Mole" challenge. That meant at least this round could be cleared safely.

"Newcomers, show some initiative and contribute to the team," someone called out. "If you don't pull your weight, we're not going to accept you!"

Another chimed in, "Hey, didn't you say the Whack-a-Mole game was easy? Then go on. We'll be cheering for you… from out here."

Tsunade swept her gaze over the group. It was clear that after understanding some of the rules, certain people had started forming cliques. They were banding together, using moral pressure or threats to push others into the danger zone so they could stay behind and reap the rewards.

Here, the weak are used as cannon fodder for the strong—picked off one by one. That's the law of survival in this place.

Resistance is always an option, of course. If you can't win, you'll get thrown into the game anyway. But if you can fight back, then you get to join the clique and start bossing others around—forcing them to die in your place.

This game strips human nature down to its most selfish, darkest core.

The little girl who had earlier claimed the game was easy was named Chino. Now, the crowd had backed her into a corner with their sneering, mocking pressure.

"Looks like I don't have a choice," Chino said glumly.

Everyone smiled.

"That's more like it! We'll always remember your sacrifi—"

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

The crowd exploded into bloody chunks before they could finish their sentence.

"Freaking wasting my time—playing dumb never works out, huh?" Chino's eyes had turned blood-red, pupils horizontal like a goat's. Her face twisted into a vicious snarl.

Tsunade, Shizune, and the others who survived were left speechless.

"What kind of dōjutsu is that…? Is that some new kind of Kekkei Genkai?"

A soft glow shimmered in the air—more "lucky ones" were forcibly teleported in.

Chino declared bluntly, "I'll take this round. You guys figure out the order for the rest. The bastard who made this game is full of malice. No way they'll let us all pass through easily."

The rules of this twisted world had to be uncovered step by step. For all they knew, later rounds might force everyone to participate. The deeper they went, the harder it would get. So Chino chose to go now—without hesitation.

...

Tsunade stood at the entrance of the Whack-a-Mole game, staring at Chino's back for a long moment before turning to the others.

"Why do we even need to play these games?"

"If we don't participate, we're stuck here in Blood Mist Amusement Park. That's what the earlier survivors left behind in their notes."

"Why do we have to leave Blood Mist Amusement Park?" Tsunade mused, her thoughts drifting into strange territory. If these games are so dangerous, why rush headlong to die?

Is the Whack-a-Mole game dangerous?

Of course it is.

If it weren't, no one would be so desperate to avoid it.

Who knows what "mole" even means in this context? Maybe the players are the moles, and some giant monster will try to smash them to bits with a hammer.

Or maybe the game's full of delightful "surprises," like traps that explode if you miss a mole.

"We'll just stay here for now and see what happens," Tsunade said to Shizune.

Shizune nodded weakly, worry written all over her face. She was thinking about Tonton—Tonton hadn't been teleported with them. They ended up in Kirigakure territory, but Tonton was missing. What if someone ate her?

Even so, Shizune did her duty and looked after Tsunade. She opened her pouch and pulled out two bottles of soldier pills.

The two of them sat down calmly, ignoring the scattered corpses around them, closing their eyes to rest and conserve energy.

Kankurō was stunned. Tsunade-sama's just gonna slack off like that?

Is that really going to work?

Staying in place with no food or water? Eventually they'd run out of strength, which would make it harder to clear later challenges. No one had ever tried this approach!

Kankurō had recognized Tsunade's true identity. As the son of the Fourth Kazekage, he had access to some confidential intel. Tsunade had used a Transformation Technique, but Shizune was still recognizable to him!

Shocked as he was, Kankurō decided to follow her lead—to see how the Blood Mist Amusement Park would respond to someone refusing to play by the rules.

...

Meanwhile, Chino had entered the Whack-a-Mole game.

"Hahaha! It's finally time to play!" a shrill female voice cackled through the air.

A massive figure stepped out into the center of the arena—a wolf, wearing a red robe and a golden crown. Her lips were painted bright crimson, her body easily eight times Chino's size. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Heehee! Watch how this Queen smashes you flat!" The giant wolf pulled a huge frying pan out of nowhere and slammed it down at Chino.

In an instant, Chino understood—she was the mole. She dodged quickly as the frying pan hit the ground, leaving a massive crater and sending dust flying.

Chino's eyes changed again—this was the power of the Bloodline of Blood. Her dōjutsu: Ketsuryūgan.

A flash of red—and the giant wolf's shoulder suddenly exploded in a spray of blood.

But the effect only lasted a second. The blood reversed, flowing back into the wolf's body. The wound closed instantly, as if nothing had happened.

"Tough one," Chino muttered, frowning.

The wolf was enraged. It swung its frying pan with twice the speed, chasing Chino around. Her movements became afterimages as she dashed from place to place.

The arena soon looked like the cratered surface of the moon.

The good news? The wolf didn't seem to have any attacks beyond the frying pan.

Chino darted and dodged, waiting for a moment of weakness. As the wolf panted from exhaustion, she leapt onto its back, her Ketsuryūgan glowing crimson. She lunged straight at its temple.

"No!" the wolf screamed in panic.

BOOM! Blood sprayed everywhere.

A hole burst open in the wolf's temple. Brain matter splattered.

"You pissed me off!" the wolf howled. Once again, blood and brains flowed back into its body and the wound healed.

"I'll make you pay for that!"

From behind its back, the wolf pulled out a whole armful of frying pans.

Chino stared, dumbfounded.

"This game's a total cheat!!"

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