Dropped into Naruto, Breaking the World Apart

Samui, accompanied by her subordinates Omoi and Karui, arrived at the border between the Land of Stone and the Land of Smiths.

Recently, this desolate and remote area had seen a noticeable influx of unfamiliar faces in a hurry. These people, just like Samui's team, had come with the same goal in mind—the Sage's Tomb.

To Kumogakure, the so-called Sage's Tomb wasn't all that enticing. After all, the village had once truly possessed descendants of the Sage of Six Paths—namely, the Gold and Silver Brothers. Several of the treasured tools passed down from the Sage still existed in Kumogakure's hands.

As for the tomb itself, no one could say for sure whether it was real or fake. The Raikage believed that if the Sage of Six Paths really had died, he surely would've left his treasures for his descendants rather than bury them with him.

Even so, the Raikage still dispatched several shinobi squads to investigate. Samui's team was one of them.

The border region between the Land of Stone and the Land of Smiths was a vast desert with a primitive and eerie environment. It was as if no desert-dwelling creatures were willing to make a home there. These instinctively cautious animals seemed to be hinting at something ominous.

The sand dunes towered like massive, swollen serpents. Among the locals, rumors about the Sage of Six Paths circulated, but they weren't positive. It was said that after the Sage died, his corpse transformed into a demon. Whenever a sandstorm struck, this demon would ride the storm and descend to hunt the living.

In a recent sandstorm, some residents claimed the demon had returned. Though they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, an entire village had mysteriously died overnight.

The local authorities sent people to investigate the village. All they saw were signs of collapse everywhere, yet no one paid much attention to the ruined houses or stolen belongings.

Because not a single living thing could be found.

The ground was littered with blood, severed limbs, and gore. At first, the investigators assumed it was the work of some vicious wild beast. But when they counted the corpses, they found that nearly one-third of the villagers were missing.

In the end, the investigators hastily closed the case, concluding that the missing third had massacred the rest of the villagers.

It was an absurd explanation—but in such a remote backwater, no one cared enough to spend more time on it.

The villagers in the surrounding areas were gripped by fear. None of them believed that a third of the population could kill twice their own number, especially without reason. And even if they had done it—where did they go afterward?

The neighboring villagers organized their own searches, scouring the ruins of the destroyed village—but found nothing. The missing third had vanished without a trace.

Soon, word of the incident spread far and wide.

After arriving in the area, Samui's team took a brief rest for the night. The next day, they headed toward the rumored location of the Sage's Tomb.

As shinobi, they weren't about to be scared off by stories of demons!

Kumogakure's records on the Sage of Six Paths were vague at best. Most of them were ambiguous and unreliable, and many outlandish entries were likely fabricated by later generations.

At the entrance to the Sage's Tomb, they found dried, blackened bloodstains—clearly, someone had gotten there before them. But Samui didn't care, and neither would the Raikage. If the treasures had already been taken, they could simply snatch them back.

They stepped cautiously into the tomb. Oddly enough, they didn't encounter any traps. The tomb's passages twisted and turned like a labyrinth.

They walked for a long time and still didn't reach the end.

By dusk, they realized they couldn't afford to waste all their energy just on walking, so they decided to take a break.

They settled along the side of the tomb passage. After setting up, the three took turns standing guard.

Around midnight, it was Samui's shift. The tunnel was pitch black, and the faint sound of wind-blown sand echoed from deeper within. Strangely, an overwhelming drowsiness crept over her. She barely managed to hold out until her watch ended, then sleepily woke Omoi to take over.

But Omoi also seemed unnaturally sleepy—his head kept nodding as his eyelids drooped.

Samui had no time to think further. She lay down and instantly drifted off. But it wasn't a restful sleep—it felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, her body tired yet her mind unsettled.

She had no idea how long had passed when a piercing scream jolted her awake. Her consciousness hadn't fully returned—her mind was still in a fog. But that scream... it was filled with despair and agony.

Then came strange, unfamiliar laughter that snapped Samui fully awake.

The tomb remained pitch dark, but by listening closely, she realized—Omoi was gone.

Where did Omoi go?

Samui didn't know.

Karui was still lying beside her, one arm draped loosely over Samui's chest. Samui sat up and formed a hand seal to cast a small Lightning Release jutsu.

The flash of lightning lit up the darkest corner of the ancient desert tomb.

And in that moment, Samui's eyes widened in horror—what was lying next to her wasn't Karui!

That thing beside her—there were no words to describe it. Its grotesque, undefined form defied all logic, as if it existed outside human imagination. Twisted, malformed, blasphemous—it was most definitely not human.

Samui immediately launched an attack, but the monster vanished in the blink of an eye. As the light of her jutsu faded, she was left standing alone in the suffocating darkness of the tomb.

Her subordinates, Omoi and Karui, were gone. No traces left behind—not even a sign of struggle. They had simply vanished into thin air.

Samui had no memory of how she escaped the tomb.

But the reality was undeniable—her two subordinates were gone.

Omoi and Karui were Killer Bee's disciples. How was she supposed to face Bee upon returning to Kumogakure?

Was that monster the demon spoken of in the local legends?

What connection did it have to the Sage of Six Paths?

Her thoughts were in turmoil, but one thing was clear—she couldn't let this go. She was responsible. Her subordinates couldn't just disappear for nothing!

She made up her mind: she would continue exploring the Sage's Tomb and confront whatever lay ahead. No matter how terrible the consequences might be, it was still better than being lost in uncertainty.

After thinking it through, Samui decided to find another Kumogakure team and team up.

By sheer coincidence, she found her younger brother Atsui's squad.

Atsui and Samui were siblings—both fair-skinned and well-built, with strong minds and capable bodies.

Samui told Atsui everything that had happened. His reaction was a mix of rage and sympathy.

After listening carefully, Atsui fell silent for a moment. Then, after discussing it with his sister, they came up with a new plan—

To conduct a thorough investigation of all the surrounding villages, gathering every scrap of intel related to the Sage's Tomb.

But the process proved difficult. Although the local residents were cooperative, they didn't know much. As things stood, the Sage of Six Paths remained little more than a local horror legend—passed down by word of mouth, with virtually no written evidence to support it.

Out of fear, the local residents had already abandoned the small village that had been destroyed by the "demon." This ill-fated village had no name. It was extremely poor, yet had never experienced war and had always been peaceful.

In fact, there were many places in the shinobi world that had never been baptized by war—like certain small oases deep in the desert, or tiny settlements in the frigid regions.

Ninja who claimed to seek peace would never settle in such places. Because although they claimed to pursue peace, what they truly wanted was the stability and happiness peace brought. In a harsh and barren land like this, where material satisfaction was impossible, who the hell would want such a painful peace?

It was just like those people who claimed to seek "true love." On the surface, they said they wanted love, but in reality, they were chasing the wealth and glory that love could bring—falling in love with an emperor, a domineering CEO, or a high-ranking official's child. Once they won their beloved's heart, honor and power would naturally follow.

...

All around the destroyed village were low, serpentine sand dunes. The terrain here was very flat, with almost no vegetation.

The so-called demon, according to the terrified locals, had no consistent form or definition. Some said it was a giant snake. Others claimed it was a massive skeleton. Some even said it had wings and could fly. One person swore it was a walking tree.

The accounts varied wildly, making it impossible to grasp what it really was.

The only certainty was that the creature always appeared alongside sandstorms.

Because of that, Samui and Atsui speculated that the "demon" was a land-based creature that could not fly.

The two of them investigated this ill-fated village for a long time, combing through every inch of it in hopes of finding useful clues.

But the more they searched, the more disheartened they became.

During the investigation, they noticed something a bit strange about the local villagers. Their minds seemed oddly simple—innocent, even adorable. They were afraid of outsiders at first, but gradually grew accustomed to the presence of Kumogakure shinobi.

In Samui's experience, the more impoverished a place was, the lower its people's moral standards. "From wretched lands come wretched people," as the saying went.

So the villagers' behavior struck her as unusual. Yet they were undeniably cooperative with her investigation. She couldn't find fault with them. In fact, when they heard that Omoi and Karui had gone missing, they expressed sincere grief, as if they could truly empathize. Their reactions were straight out of a textbook description of ideal villagers.

Eventually, Atsui found an old journal in the village ruins. It appeared to be a family heirloom, very ancient. The contents were astonishing—like something out of a fantasy novel—and highly thought-provoking.

Because there had been no sandstorms recently, the demon hadn't appeared again, and Samui and Atsui's investigation had turned up nothing.

They couldn't afford to waste any more time. Since Omoi and Karui's bodies hadn't been found, there was still a chance they were alive. Every second lost reduced their chances of survival.

After another discussion, Samui and Atsui decided to explore the ancient tomb again.

Previously, many had entered that tomb, including a team from Sunagakure and even Orochimaru—but none of them ever came back out.

Samui feared running into any of them inside the tomb. This time, she would be more cautious than before.

Atsui suggested enlisting the help of the local villagers for their investigation.

The villagers were honest and kind. Although at first they were unwilling to accompany Atsui into the tomb, he eventually persuaded them with reason. Many agreed to help.

Samui and Atsui led a group into the tomb. Before long, the light grew dimmer and dimmer, making it harder to see. Outside, a sandstorm was beginning to brew. Even inside the tomb, they could faintly hear the howling wind.

That sound made Samui increasingly uneasy. She looked back toward the tomb entrance. Through the haze, she could barely make out the swirling sand outside. The airborne dust, whipped up by the wind, had already blocked out the view.

The deeper into the tomb they went, the darker it became. Fortunately, they had brought plenty of light sources. The group stumbled forward cautiously. Samui had been here once before and was somewhat familiar with the layout. Step by step, they arrived at the spot where Omoi and Karui had vanished.

"Stop!" Samui commanded and began to examine the surrounding area for clues.

The helpful villagers stood off to the side, trembling with fear. No one dared to speak or move.

Samui felt a pang of guilt. The day Omoi and Karui went missing, she'd been disoriented and fled alone without properly investigating the scene. Looking back now, she felt she'd let them down.

As time passed, her thoughts drifted toward a bizarre question that had been nagging at her ever since she saw the monster during night watch.

Back then, she had been between Omoi and Karui. She couldn't understand—no matter which direction the creature had approached from, why had it taken the people on either side first, and left the person in the middle for last?

Logically, Samui should have been the second to disappear. Why didn't the monster attack in order?

Could its actions have been completely random? Or did it know that Samui was the leader, and intentionally saved her for last—to make her suffer a fate even crueler than her teammates?

...

While Samui was lost in thought, a deep rumble suddenly echoed through the tomb, followed by the sharp cracking of stone. There were occasional screams, and the unmistakable sound of weapons clashing.

Atsui moved toward the source of the noise deeper inside the tomb. Samui quickly called out to stop him. She guessed it might be a conflict between shinobi from another village, and this was no time to get involved.

But Atsui acted like he hadn't heard her. He kept walking forward in a daze. After several dozen steps, he suddenly froze.

Samui furrowed her brow and followed him with the light.

The air inside the tomb was extremely dry, and there was a strange smell lingering faintly in the air. Samui's heart began to race. She gently patted Atsui on the shoulder, but he didn't respond.

An ominous feeling surged in her chest. She reached out and forcibly turned Atsui's body around.

The next instant, a surge of horror seized her throat. It was followed by overwhelming sorrow and rage. Tears slid silently from her eyes and fell to the ground.

Atsui was dead.

The entire front of his body looked like it had been chewed and torn apart. His internal organs were hanging out, making him completely unrecognizable as a person. And yet, his back was untouched. There wasn't even much blood. He stood there rigidly, like a statue.

...

Samui, emotionally shattered, turned around—only to find the space behind her completely empty.

The helpful villagers had vanished.

No sound.

No trace.

Gone without a single sign...

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