Naruto: From Fake to Real, Deceiving the Ninja World

Chapter 580 I'm Just Like You (First Update)

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At this moment, in the Land of Fire, leaden clouds covered the entire sky, layer upon layer, so low that they seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

On the city walls of the capital, the guards stood with their swords in hand. The overwhelming aura emanating from the sky was like divine punishment. They could no longer tell whether the water in their hands gripping the hilts of their swords was rain or cold sweat.

"Captain." One of the samurai turned his gaze from the sky to the person in front of him, his voice trembling, "What's the situation at the front? Could it be—"

"Shut up." The samurai leader gazed into the distance, his voice steady. "Lord Yun Chuan is over there. What are you afraid of?"

"Even if the sky falls, he'll hold it up. Any problems are only temporary and will pass quickly."

"What we should be worried about are these people in front of us."

As soon as the words were spoken, branch-shaped bolts of lightning exploded in the clouds, and a pale light pierced through, illuminating the long curtain of rain below the city and turning the whole world into only gray and white.

Heavy rain.

The flash of lightning illuminated countless withered figures in the rain, as well as their pale, ghostly faces.

Those were thousands of ordinary people.

Men, women, the elderly, and children were all soaked to the bone, with mud up to their ankles, their faces filled with terror and utter disarray.

"Open the door! Please, open the door!"

"My child still has a fever! Let me in! Please!"

"My daughter is dying, please, please give me some food."

boom!Boom!

The cries and banging on the door created a chaotic scene that drowned out the thunder in the sky and the rain that filled the world.

The crowd was jostling and pushing.

Someone fell down, and before they could get up, they were trampled underfoot by even more feet.

A mother held her child high above her head, shouting something at the top of her lungs, but before she could finish, her words were swallowed up by thunder.

They fled from all directions.

The roots of the divine tree, which spread from the Land of Hot Water, have long since crossed the border, and the land of the ninja world is dying inch by inch.

Their home, the place where they had lived their whole lives, had been submerged by roots that had broken through the soil.

Someone witnessed a neighbor, still asleep, being entangled in roots and hanging from a tree trunk, whereupon he fell silent.

Some people run for a day and a night, and when they look back, there are fewer and fewer people following them.

The capital of the Land of Fire is their last hope.

It is the last city still lit up on this dying land.

However, the city gates were tightly closed.

The capital of the Fire Kingdom is surrounded by a moat that is tens of meters wide and bottomless, with only one bridge leading into the city.

However, the city gates were also tightly closed at this time, clearly indicating that a lockdown and martial law had been imposed, and people were not allowed to enter or leave the city at will.

However, more and more civilians, drawn by a glimmer of hope, continued to gather, oblivious to the chilly rain soaking their bodies.

Outside the city gate, looking at the endless, dark mass of people in front of them and further away, the fully armed warriors became even more tense.

"Back off! Everyone back off!"

Holding spears, pointed diagonally, they stood in a row, shouting and blocking the way for the surging crowd.

They stood firmly at the base of the city wall.

At this moment, there were also some figures dressed in black mixed in with the crowd.

Those are members of an evil cult.

They moved through the chaotic crowd without pushing or shoving, helping up elderly people who had fallen, carrying lost children back to their mothers' arms, and comforting everyone on the verge of collapse.

"Don't be afraid," they said. "The Lord said there is no place for you in hell now."

The chaotic situation gradually stabilized.

But at that moment—

Boom!!

The rain poured down, thunder roared, and the whole earth trembled. Dust fell from the city walls, as if some enormous creature in the sky had turned over.

The crowd, which had just calmed down, erupted in chaos.

"The ground—the ground is moving! It's them! They're chasing us!!"

"Open the door! Open the door now!!"

Fear surged again, and thousands rushed toward the city gate at the same time. Those in the front were pressed against the door panels, their bones creaking as they were squeezed, while those behind continued to push forward.

"Stop them! Stop them!!" the samurai leader roared.

The spears clashed with the crowd, the warriors pushing with the shafts and bracing themselves with their shoulders, their armor rattling and clanking.

But they only had a few hundred people, while on the other side were thousands of people whose reason had been burned away by fear.

The defensive line retreated inch by inch.

Then, finally, someone completely lost their mind.

A man with red eyes lunged at one of the warriors from the flank.

"You—" The young samurai drew his sword almost instinctively.

The glint of a blade flashed in the rain.

He saw the man's empty eyes, and that face filled with the same fear as his own.

But the arm was already out of control—

Clang!

A dazzling spark flew as the blades drew together, followed by a sharp, piercing clang.

Suddenly snapping back to reality, the clear echo of the trembling blade reverberated in the warrior's ears.

He instinctively turned his head, and in the reflection of his panicked pupils, the sparks from the clashing blades illuminated a young but resolute face.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty----"

The samurai gradually came to his senses and realized what he had almost done. His legs went weak and he was about to kneel down on one knee.

But the next moment, a hand supported him.

Or rather, they supported him.

That hand was so strong, calloused, and rough, it didn't look like the hand of a pampered nobleman.

The previously chaotic and noisy surroundings inexplicably quieted down little by little.

The samurai, who had been helped up, raised his head.

"Now there are only five Kage, no more Daimyo." Enritoshi withdrew his hand. "I'm not some prince either."

It's still raining.

Thousands of eyes were watching the young man emerge from the rain.

Most of them recognized him; the second son of the Daming Prefecture, a man from another world who once lived within the high walls.

If Hyuga Kumokawa and the other four Kage hadn't abolished the title of "Daimyo," which had been passed down for thousands of years, Entoshi would have become the daimyo who was above all others.

An existence that is unattainable for everyone.

"Now, standing here, I am just like you."

Yuan Litong turned to look at the crowd around him and spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly drowning out the sound of the rain: "You are all ordinary people who are afraid of the future."

"They are all ordinary people who are afraid of the future, and ordinary people who are powerless to change anything in the face of all this."

"I know you're afraid."

"I'm scared too."

Yuan Litong raised his hand and pointed to the young samurai behind him, continuing, "They are afraid too, just like you."

The common people couldn't help but look at the samurai behind Yuan Litong.

Just then, a bolt of lightning struck.

The pale light illuminated the row of fully armed figures.

Previously, they wore helmets, obscuring their faces, and looked like a row of cold, unfeeling iron terracotta warriors.

But this time, under the lightning, through the gaps in their armor, one could vaguely see young faces.

Those pairs of eyes, still tinged with fear, were incredibly clear, meeting the gazes of the common people, who also retained that fear.

As Yuanlitong stated.

These warriors were also filled with fear.

Just like them.