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

It was already late at night in Konoha. The faint moonlight that remained was obscured by clouds, and almost all the lights had gone out, leaving only one lamp shining brightly in the darkness.

Paulownia leaves rustled in the night breeze. A Root ninja, code-named "Owl," remained hidden within the trees, observing the brightly lit window in the distance. Through the blinds of the study, he could see the Hyuga Kawa kid bent over his desk, writing. The surface of his diary reflected the warm light of the desk lamp. According to intelligence, this habit of writing a diary had been maintained for many years.

"Meow."

A faint meow, mixed with the chirping of insects, reached his ears. "Owl" alertly frowned and followed the sound, only to see two black shadows moving up and down, two cats meowing enthusiastically.

"..."

"Owl" silently averted his gaze, complaining inwardly about how crazy he was; the target was just a child. Although he thought this, his mind couldn't help but recall "Weasel" and his miserable appearance after losing an arm, and a chill rose in his heart. He absolutely couldn't underestimate anyone; he didn't want to end up like that.

Just then, he saw Hyuga Kawa suddenly stop writing, look up at the clock, rub his reddened eye sockets, tuck his pen into the leather strap of the diary, and get up to leave the study.

Click.

With the soft closing of the bedroom door, the light was also turned off, plunging the entire compound into darkness. "Owl" made no move, remaining silently hidden in the bushes. Not until he heard clear snoring from the distance did he finally lower his hand, which had been forming a hand seal for a perception jutsu. Like a leaf blown by the wind, he quietly Shunshined to the window.

The open window made a faint sound. "Owl" silently infiltrated the study, first putting the diary into a scroll, then searching the study silently. He didn't attempt to assassinate Hyuga Kawa like "Weasel" had. He found nothing abnormal in the study, so in the end, he only planned to take the diary.

After restoring everything to its original state, just as he was about to climb out the window.

"Who's there!"

A sudden explosive shout entered his ears. "Owl's" pupils instantly contracted. The next moment, before he could even react, a piercing whoosh came from behind him, like the shriek of a demon in the wind.

"Wind Style: Wind Cutter Jutsu."

Tsk!

"Owl" only managed to dodge with all his might. A crescent-shaped wind blade, like a moon, brushed past his side. Blood splattered on the wall, leaving an irregular arc. A line of blood gradually extended and widened on his arm.

Pfft!

Blood seemed to burst forth as if past a critical point, and his arm slid off cleanly from the shoulder, hitting the ground. "Owl" grunted, his body trembling slightly. Disregarding his severed arm, he unhesitatingly jumped out the window.

However, he didn't see that, after he left.

In the distance, the black cat perched on another calico cat, its movements frozen. Its white pupils looked in the direction "Owl" had departed, and it extended a paw to swat away its foolish companion that had gotten too close.

"If you want to take something, you always have to leave something behind."

In the bedroom, Hyuga Kawa lowered his hands, which had been forming a hand seal. A subtle smile played on his face as he quietly awaited the system's prompt.

Meanwhile, "Owl," clutching his arm, soon arrived at a mountainside. After opening a mechanism, he stepped into the dense, heavy shadows. As he went deeper underground, water stains and moss gradually covered the dark corners, enveloping him in warm humidity. Yet, he didn't feel suffocated; instead, he felt a sense of security, as if returning home.

"That guy's strength is indeed not simple. No wonder Weasel lost to him."

Looking at his severed arm, which was continuously gushing blood, "Owl" gritted his teeth, filled with both fear and shock.

In the vast, empty, enclosed underground space, the lighting was as bright as day. There was even a laboratory with a huge observation window, where figures in white coats and masks bustled about. Rows of glass cold storage units displayed various materials, numerous unidentifiable reagents, and culture dishes containing cellular tissues. To the side, there were also some glass containers holding transparent green solution, soaking some strange plant specimens, and a portion of animal torso specimens, including bloody organs like eyeballs and kidneys.

On the other side of the observation window, Shimura Danzo stood expressionless, his narrow left eye filled with deep darkness, staring intently at the busy figures before him. No, it should be said, he was staring at the object on the experimental table. It was a thumb-sized piece of white flesh, cellular tissue from the "First Hokage."

But soon, an experimental assistant turned around and gently shook their head at the man. Seeing this, Shimura Danzo's face darkened, and he raised a hand to touch his bound arm. "A bunch of useless trash. Without Orochimaru, you're all useless, aren't you?" He felt the increasingly strong erosion of the Hashirama cells and cursed in a deep voice.

Danzo's arm had been severely wounded in a past battle. So, in the eyes of others, including Hiruzen Sarutobi, the way he usually kept his arm bandaged was a lingering injury from that battle. However, they didn't know that this arm was no longer his. Even Danzo didn't know where this arm came from; that bastard Orochimaru remained tight-lipped about it, only saying it was a byproduct of his Wood Style cultivation experiments. Danzo, eager for power, naturally chose to have it transplanted, offering all his Sharingan reserves. But what he never expected was that the invasiveness of the Hashirama cells far exceeded his predictions. In just a few years, the Hashirama cells had gradually eroded this arm, and they still hadn't figured out how Orochimaru managed to make this arm capable of containing Hashirama cells. No one else could do it; they only found that the Sharingan could suppress it.

However, if things continued this way, the Sharingan he currently possessed would not be enough to suppress the Hashirama cells.

"Damn it!" Shimura Danzo cursed inwardly. "If 'Tenzō' hadn't been stolen by Hiruzen, perhaps he could have gone to steal Hatake Kakashi's Sharingan."

Just as he was pondering where to get more Sharingan.

"Owl," wearing his mask, appeared at his side, holding the scroll. He knelt beside Danzo, his voice trembling. "Lord Danzo."

Smelling the strong scent of blood, Shimura Danzo's expression immediately hardened. He frowned, looking at "Owl's" arm. "Why is it an arm again?"

Shimura Danzo, whose arm was also injured, felt his face twitch slightly, as if he was being targeted. But he quickly shook off this strange notion, took the scroll, and waved his hand. "Owl" quickly retreated to treat his injuries, while Danzo opened the scroll and scanned its contents. The reason he had someone bring back Hyuga Kawa's diary was to thoroughly understand this "waste" of the Hyuga clan, and whether he had any value that could be swayed.

The diary entries were mostly trivial daily occurrences. Shimura Danzo read quickly, constructing a character profile in his mind. A once timid and incompetent child who, after his father was forced to death by his own clan, began to crave power.

Craving power was good. He was only afraid of someone who had no desires.

Danzo quickly saw Hyuga Kawa's "commentary" written to Hiruzen Sarutobi, but his reaction was a sneer, tinged with bitterness and jealousy. That hypocritical Hiruzen didn't deserve such an evaluation. Only the content in the "commentary" about "tree roots" made Shimura Danzo pause his gaze.

However, when he turned to the next page, his hand movements suddenly froze. He stared intently at a sentence in the diary, his expression slightly stirred.

[...Perhaps, my heart is like a tree. The more it yearns for the light above, the deeper its roots must go, into the soil, into the depths of darkness.]

Meanwhile, in Hyuga Kawa's bedroom.

The system's prompt rang in Hyuga Kawa's mind as desired.

[Ding! Your lie has been judged as [Flowery Words]. Shimura Danzo has experienced emotional fluctuations, reaching the level of [Considering as a Confidant]. You have gained 400 Realization Points.]

"Who writes a diary if they're a normal person?" Hyuga Kawa chuckled, then silently chanted, "Materialize ninjutsu - Lightning Release Armor."

[Spend 1000 Realization Points, proceed with materialization?]

"Yes."

[Deducting 1000 Realization Points, Remaining Realization Points: 10593]

Excellent. Still some distance from ten thousand. Thanks to Lord Danzo for the points.

Hyuga Kawa lay back on his bed and slowly closed his eyes. The memories of "Lightning Release Armor" began to flood his mind. However, as he closed his eyes, a question he had been pondering earlier resurfaced in his mind.

"Since I can materialize ninjutsu..."

"Then can I also materialize abilities from other worlds?"

However, Hyuga Kawa had already tried directly materializing abilities from other worlds entirely different from the ninja world, and it definitely didn't work. System materialization was based on the rules and logic of the current world; it seemed unable to create other systems out of thin air besides chakra.

But Hyuga Kawa had always had a theory.

"What if I tried to imitate and create abilities from other worlds based on the existing abilities of the ninja world like soul, body, natural energy, and chakra?"

Undoubtedly, if he could truly create something from nothing, if he could truly shatter everyone's worldview and make them believe in the existence of such unfamiliar power, then the Realization Points he could gain would be no small sum.

In fact, Hyuga Kawa's design for Orochimaru was precisely to verify this theory. For example, since the Sage of Six Paths could create the Pure Land, could he also, through lies and points, create a ninja-world version of "Hueco Mundo"?

Hueco Mundo was a product of another world, Bleach, located in the gap between the Human World and the Soul Society. It was the space where "Hollows" lived, and "Hollows" referred to malevolent spirits, resentful spirits, transformed from deceased humans, who could gain immense power by devouring their own kind.

Hyuga Kawa wanted to use the methods of "substituting one thing for another" and "taking the place of another" to graft his fabricated "Hueco Mundo" onto the actually existing "Pure Land."

Pure lies were unbelievable. Only a mixture of thirty percent falsehood and seventy percent truth could deceive people. After all, he would eventually have to confront the Sage of Six Paths. If he could seize some of the Sage's authority, that would be even better.

However, to refine this idea, he would need the help of the respected Lord Orochimaru. He imagined that under the guidance of that scroll, Orochimaru, who already had deep achievements in the soul domain, would surely be able to concoct a self-consistent theory and logic. At that point, Hyuga Kawa would be able to transform that theory and logic into "rules" that genuinely existed in reality. He would become like the Sage of Six Paths, possessing an independent small world and controlling numerous powerful souls.

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