novelraw Chapter 83 The Mysterious Blood Mist Village
Chapter 83 The Mysterious Blood Mist Village
Chapter 83 The Mysterious Blood Mist Village (Tenth Update)
The village of Misty Hidden Mist is shrouded in a thick, grayish-white fog, creating a dreamlike and eerie atmosphere that sends chills down your spine.
On the street, Danzo and Mizukage Yagura walked side by side, their steps steady and slow.
The eyes of the water-shadow guards on both sides revealed undisguised hatred and disgust...
Danzo glanced at them briefly and said calmly, "Do you know..."
"Many times, when revenge is impossible, forgiveness is the only option."
Yagura remained expressionless upon hearing this.
The words were cold and sarcastic, yet also conveyed a sense of helplessness and desolation.
The ninja in the mist were naturally filled with resentment towards him, but Danzo didn't care at all.
For him, this village was merely a temporary refuge, and he had no need to care about the feelings of the people there.
Meanwhile, Tobirama, hidden in the shadows, slowly moved his figure, trying to approach silently so that he could clearly hear the conversation between Danzo and Yagura.
Just as he was about to successfully approach, Danzo suddenly raised his palm slightly.
The next second, that eerie Sharingan opened crimson, and its strange power suddenly spread out!
In a daze, Tobirama felt everything before him suddenly spin around. The heavy smell of blood vanished in an instant, replaced by an astonishing silence and cleanliness.
He looked down and saw that Danzo and the Mizukage Yagura had vanished.
The surrounding scenery also quietly underwent an incredible transformation...:
The once gloomy, damp, bloodstained, and dilapidated Kirigakure has now become orderly, clean, and even exudes an incredible sense of warmth and tranquility.
Tobirama frowned slightly, tentatively stepping out of the shadows of the street. His footsteps landed on the ground, feeling an unusual solidity and realness.
Many Mist Ninja gradually appeared on the streets, their faces beaming with warm smiles, their voices relaxed and cheerful as if they couldn't see Tobirama standing among them at all.
"I still prefer these peaceful days now. After all, that terrifying Blood Mist Village is finally over..."
One of the ninjas remarked with a sigh, his expression revealing heartfelt satisfaction and contentment.
"Yes, if it weren't for Master Yuan's intervention to set things right, our lives might have been a nightmare forever..."
Another ninja from the mist smiled and took over the conversation, his tone full of sincerity and gratitude.
Master Yuan?
No, what I just saw was Danzo and the Mizukage Tobirama, and my heart was gradually filled with deeper doubts.
Everything seemed unbelievably real, yet it was completely different from the bizarre and bloody Kirigakure he had seen before.
Everything before my eyes was so peaceful and beautiful, and even the sunlight began to slowly shine through the thick fog.
The gray clouds were slowly pushed aside, and the sunlight was so bright it was almost blinding, illuminating the entire village with warmth and vitality.
This sudden warmth and happiness, however, made Tobirama feel even more terrified.
An extreme unease and vigilance instinctively rose in his heart, as if endless evil and darkness were hidden behind all this beauty.
Illusion?
The guess flashed through Tobirama's mind, but everything before him was so real it was almost unbelievable, even causing him to have a moment of doubt.
The villagers' smiles were too innocent, their laughter too joyful, and every detail was so real that it was impossible to tell what was real and what was fake.
He could even feel the dampness of the soil on the street, hear the breeze brushing past his ears, and smell the fragrance of flowers and grass in the air.
But the more realistic the scene, the more deeply Tobirama became wary.
He looked down at the scroll at his waist, and fortunately, the markings about the Flying Thunder God teleportation array still seemed to be there.
He quickly pulled out the Flying Thunder God teleportation scroll and slowly opened it.
The moment he opened the scroll, an eerie and terrifying silence suddenly fell over the surroundings.
The villagers who were laughing and joking on the street suddenly stopped what they were doing, their smiles frozen on their lips.
His eyes slowly began to move, and an eerie gleam emanated from his dark pupils, so empty it was unsettling.
Tobirama felt a chill run down his spine. He slowly raised his head and saw the entire village gradually being swallowed up again by the thick gray fog.
The sunlight disappeared, and shadows once again enveloped everything. Crimson blood began to seep from the gray walls, spreading little by little, transforming the scene back into the sinister and terrifying sight that Tobirama had first witnessed.
The villagers on the street slowly walked toward the doorway, their steps stiff and strange, as if they might twist and deform at any moment.
Their lips still curled into stiff smiles, their pale faces appearing especially eerie in the blood mist.
Tobirama was now completely certain.
He was trapped in an extremely advanced illusion.
This illusion technique can completely simulate another world, where reality and illusion intertwine, making it almost impossible to distinguish the boundary between reality and illusion.
Everything before my eyes hadn't disappeared at all; it remained just as real and terrifying.
The villagers drew closer step by step, their stiff smiles growing increasingly distorted, and low, chilling, hoarse laughter emanated from their throats.
"You see it too, right? This is the most beautiful Kirigakure..."
The sound was hollow and ethereal, as if it came from a distant abyss, carrying a chilling coldness that made one's soul tremble.
Without further hesitation, Tobirama quickly formed hand seals and activated the Flying Thunder God teleportation scroll.
The space instantly distorted, and dark cracks rapidly opened, drawing Tobirama into them.
The moment the teleportation was complete, Tobirama was suddenly back in the familiar Mizukage's office!
The surrounding furnishings remained unchanged, and the heavy smell of blood reappeared in the air, as if he had returned to reality, filling his senses.
He stood there, slowly looking down. Everything on the street was exactly the same as when he first stepped into Kirigakure, as if time had fallen into an endless cycle in this strange village.
At that very moment, Danzo and the Mizukage Yagura reappeared on the street.
The two walked slowly and silently, and the cold voice drifted down from below again:
"You know what?"
"Many times, when revenge is impossible, forgiveness is the only option."
These extremely familiar words echoed in the doorway once again.
This time, however, he no longer needed to approach stealthily, but simply stand still...:
They could clearly hear Danzo's voice, as if he were crying nearby.
Tobirama finally realized that from the moment he stepped into Kirigakure, he had been caught up in a genjutsu.
"What a wicked disciple..."
Thinking of this, Tobirama let out a soft hum...
Such a complex illusion, so realistic, and with each element linked to the next...
There must be a flaw. Thinking of this, Tobirama calmed down and, while forming hand seals, constantly sensed the changes and anomalies in his surroundings.