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

A monster?

The "monster" in the eyes of Akimichi Doto and the others was naturally Hyuga Kawa himself. Watching the distant figures, their throats bobbing as they swallowed, he knew that the final effect of the Wind Release ninjutsu, which he had been accumulating chakra for several hours and expended most of it to release, had not disappointed him.

Uchiha Madara could unleash terrifying power with Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation, a B-rank ninjutsu. Now, Hyuga Kawa, with his Otsutsuki bloodline talent, could naturally achieve a similar effect. This entrance was nothing short of perfect, instantly terrifying everyone present.

However, this alone was far from enough. He had to engrave fear into their very bones, leaving an unforgettable impression for his first appearance before the world.

"Inferior beings."

A hoarse, ancient-sounding voice once again reached everyone's ears. Aburame Ryoma, who had narrowly escaped death from that attack, snapped out of his terror and instinctively looked at the black figure in the distant rain.

"Tell me," Hyuga Kawa asked from his elevated position, "What year is it now?"

"..."

No one responded, or rather, they were still in shock. What year? How do we answer that? Why would he ask such a strange question? And why does the monster's voice sound so ancient?

"No answer?"

Hyuga Kawa's voice was soft. He slowly closed his eyes, completely releasing his mind to sense that power far above in the night sky. What Otsutsuki Toneri could achieve even without eyes, Hyuga Kawa, now possessing both the Byakugan and Otsutsuki bloodline, had no reason not to. Hyuga Kawa's mental power stretched like threads, extending towards the moon obscured by dark clouds in the night sky. Until his mental power was nearing its limit, finally, he sensed that vaguely familiar power. Even if the connection was faint, he could still feel the immense, terrifying strength of that power.

It was the gigantic Tenseigan, formed by the convergence of all Otsutsuki remnants' Byakugan, where a quantitative change led to a qualitative leap. At this moment, separated by hundreds of thousands of kilometers, relying on his bloodline, Hyuga Kawa leveraged a sliver of "authority."

Something called "Dōjutsu power" began to surge into his body, making the world before his eyes clearer, and the latent power within his Byakugan was awakened. Following his body's instincts, he raised his hands to form a hand seal.

Hum!!

In an instant, an incredibly terrifying aura surged from within Hyuga Kawa. Everyone who looked at him felt immense fear washing over them, a fear that seemed to come from their very bones.

It was as if a blade had inexplicably been placed at their neck, as if they were being licked by a predator at the top of the food chain. In that instant, everyone instinctively wanted to step back.

But as Hyuga Kawa slowly opened his eyes, his slender eyelids parting, those brilliant, blue, crystal-like eyes lit up in the darkness, as if gazing upon this world again after millennia. His gaze was like a thousand knives piercing everyone, pinning them all to the spot with a single look!

"Such immense power…"

Hyuga Kawa's eyelids lowered as he looked at his palm, slowly clenching it, making a crisp sound.

Crack!

Just leveraging a sliver, and it's already this powerful?

"Not enough," he gently licked his lips. "Not enough!"

Meanwhile, as Hyuga Kawa shifted his gaze and familiarized himself with this power,

"Hmph! Huff!"

The previously rigid figures, as if released from a bind, gasped sharply, trying to regulate their disordered breathing.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Aburame Ryoma finally snapped out of his terror, sweat and rainwater mixing as they streamed down his bobbing throat. His pupils trembled as he looked at the distant figure. A surge of unwillingness and hatred suddenly erupted from his fear, his blood-soaked face contorting grotesquely. I can't die, I can't die here! I must return alive and tell Lord Danzō what happened here!

At this moment, Aburame Ryoma finally understood the meaning of "What year is it now?" That terrifying chakra and aura could not belong to some nameless individual! They had probably truly released a monster, a monster that had once been sealed and was now unleashed, a monster that had lived for who knew how many years! Once such a monster recovered its full strength, there would be no way for them to survive. They had to act.

"Akimichi Doto! Toroi!"

Like cornered beasts struggling in defiance, the fear of death ironically dispelled their timidity. Aburame Ryoma no longer hesitated, roaring hoarsely, "If you don't want to die here, before he fully recovers his strength! Attack!!"

At these words, Akimichi Doto and Toroi also snapped back to attention, instantly realizing that if they didn't act now, it would truly be too late. That terrifying aura was growing stronger. By then, merely a glance from that monster would strip them of their courage to resist.

Thus, the previously hostile parties, without any further hesitation. They were ninjas, men who wore their lives on their belts, who licked the rust off bladed weapons. They would never give up without a fight, even if the enemy was an out-and-out monster! From that terrifying Wind Release ninjutsu, it was clear that escape was impossible. However, if they could just hold out until reinforcements from the Hidden Cloud or Konoha arrived, they still had hope of killing this monster!

Fighting a monster meant going mad. If you were crazier than the monster, what did it matter if the opponent was a monster? When you went mad, you'd even bite a monster, tearing off pieces of its bloody flesh!

Whoosh!

The air seemed to heat up and boil. Hyuga Kawa raised his lowered eyelids, and firelight suddenly appeared in his blue eyes. It was a torrent of flames, a sea of fire ignited!

"Fire Release: Fire Dragon Bullet!"

"Fire Release: Great Flame Technique!"

"Wind Release: Gale Palm!"

"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"

In the distance, the Konoha ninjas formed hand signs, spitting out scorching flames and surging gales from their mouths. The wind fueled the fire, turning into a sea of flames. It surged towards Hyuga Kawa, as if to completely incinerate him!

Boom!!

The oppressive heat wave, tangible and twisting the air, rushed towards them like invisible fiery hands clutching their throats, making Toroi and the Konoha ninjas instinctively hold their breath. Their pupils trembled as they stared intently into the distance, imprinting this scene in their minds.

They saw the crimson waves of fire, like a mighty deluge, the light emanating from the surging flames separating the space between the two sides. Everything was distorted by the scorching, terrifying flames, burning away in a crimson fire vortex, as if they had stumbled into a scarlet dream, everything before them becoming illusory and unreal. Large amounts of rainwater were evaporated into vast quantities of gas. Thick white mist instantly enveloped the entire area.

"How is it?! How is it?! Is he dead?!"

Toroi stared intently into the distance, his charred facial skin having fallen off, revealing crimson blood vessels beneath, making him look even more like a monster. But as the mist gradually dissipated, his eyes widened suddenly, a chill running through his heart.

He saw that amidst the crimson sea of fire, a figure, distorted by the flames, gradually became clear. The raging, surging flames, as they approached the figure, actually obediently avoided him. Hyuga Kawa raised his hand in front of him. An invisible repulsive force channeled the flames around his sides, and even the rainwater could only slide off to his sides. Only the firelight licked his face, making his deep blue eyes appear both divine and demonic.

Repulsion — an ability shared by the Rinnegan and Tenseigan.

"Ants,"

Ashes danced around him. He looked at the distant figures and said coldly, "Your power is as weak as your lives."

Hum!

Blue chakra surged forth, enveloping his body, fluttering like a robe. His feet slowly left the ground. Under the terrified gaze of everyone, he slowly floated into the air.

Meanwhile, hundreds of meters away, dozens of figures who had been stealthily moving in the shadows suddenly stopped. The leader looked up at the floating figure in the distance, his white hair and bangs, wet with rain, obscuring his left eye, while his exposed right eye's pupil constricted slightly.

"What… is that thing?"

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