Naruto: From Fake to Real, Deceiving the Ninja World

Chapter 581 The Dying Ninja World (Second Update)

It's unclear who stopped pushing first.

The forward-flowing force of the crowd gradually dissipated.

"So, I'm not going to give you any nice words like 'Don't be afraid,'" Yuan Litong continued. "Faced with this power you can't resist, fear is normal."

"But when natural disasters strike, people cannot turn into beasts first."

"The door will open."

"But not now, and certainly not by stepping over the corpses of those around us to squeeze in."

"Right now, people in the city are registering, setting up temporary tents, and boiling water for cooking."

"It's just to ensure your safety, so that each of you has a place to sleep and a bowl of hot soup to drink."

"Line up, one by one, let's verify your identity."

At this point, Yuan Litong, who was soaked to the bone, wiped the rain off his face, glanced at the now quiet crowd, and said in a deep voice, "I'll wait here with you."

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment.

Amidst the sound of rain, whispers could be heard.

"It's His Highness the Second Prince—it's Lord Enritoshi!"

"When the daimyo held the banquet, all the nobles in the city were drinking, but this prince, along with the monks of the Fire Temple, was chanting sutras and praying for the dead outside the city."

"He's in charge of all the disaster relief and resettlement work in the city now."

"Since he said so—well, let's wait and see."

"The master said the door will open."

Once there's a first one, there's bound to be a second.

People began calling to their families; the elderly led children, and men supported women. The chaotic crowd, like receding water, slowly coalesced into a crooked, orderly line.

Members of the evil cult dressed in black moved among them, leading people one by one to their designated spots.

Those who had been crowding at the front quietly withdrew.

"call----"

On the city wall, the samurai leader looked at the figure standing in the rain below and slowly exhaled.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, Lord Yun Chuan kept this one, otherwise—

Thinking of this, he stretched out his foot and kicked the butt of the young samurai next to him who was still in a daze, and whispered, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and make some ginger soup."

The young warrior, clutching his backside, scrambled down the city wall.

The ginger soup was intended to be distributed to the common people, but its main purpose was to warm Yuanlitong's body.

If something were to happen to this person, then there would truly be no one here who could calm these civilians who had become frightened.

Click click click —

Below the city, the heavy city gate opened a crack amidst the sound of winches.

It's not wide, only wide enough for a few people to walk side by side.

But enough.

The followers of the evil god cult stood on both sides of the gap, letting people in one by one. Yuan Litong and the samurai were not surprised at all, obviously they were already used to it.

Women carrying children went first, the elderly were helped along, and the young and strong spontaneously retreated to the back of the line.

The line moved forward slowly, without pushing or shoving, and without shouting or cursing.

Someone entered the city gate, then turned back halfway, bowed deeply to Yuanlitong in the rain, said nothing, and disappeared into the shadows of the gate.

The tense atmosphere that had lasted until midnight gradually relaxed.

Everything is moving in a positive direction.

Until a bolt of lightning flashed by—

Rumble!!

An immense, almost tangible thunderclap swept in from afar, crushing through the rain and the city walls.

The ground trembled, and the rainwater accumulated on the battlements jumped up and splashed down.

The samurai leader frowned, looking at the rain that showed no signs of stopping with a headache.

Given the favorable geographical conditions of the Land of Fire, it is truly rare to see such severe weather.

This is clearly not normal.

Fortunately, it was just rain.

The samurai leader thought to himself, feeling the ground tremble beneath his feet and the chill creeping up his spine and spreading throughout his body.

He suddenly shivered.

"wrong!"

His keen intuition as a samurai immediately alerted him to the abnormality.

This thunder has been going on for far too long.

It swept in from afar, but didn't roll any further.

It stopped overhead, one beat after another, as if someone had taken the sky as a war drum and was beating it without any intention of stopping.

Moreover, this tremor—

How come it's getting stronger and stronger?

"Close the city gates immediately!"

The samurai leader, without even reporting to Enrito, roared, "Open the barrier! Quickly, quickly!"

However, his voice was drowned out.

Rumble!!

The thunder roared over the city wall, crushing his roar into dust.

Everyone felt it.

The earth trembled.

Everyone turned their heads away.

Lightning struck again, its pale light splitting the sky and earth into gray and white hues, illuminating the distance.

There, the dust rose like a curtain from the horizon, obscuring half the sky.

That is————

"Those monstrous things are coming!!"

Among the civilians, some let out screams of terror that cracked their voices.

Instantly, everyone's expression changed.

The crowd erupted.

The newly formed queue collapsed in an instant, and everyone turned and surged toward the city gate, some crying, some shouting, and the children in their arms screaming as they were squeezed.

The samurai instinctively tightened their grip on their sword hilts.

But then, a hand blocked their way.

Yuan Litong didn't speak, but instead swung out several wind blades.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

A bolt swept across the city gate, and the bolts, as thick as several people's arms, snapped silently, leaving the two heavy city gates wide open.

Several other strikes hit the city wall, causing bricks and stones to crumble and carving out several through-passes several meters wide.

The civilians, who were originally so crowded they were about to be trampled, rushed towards the new entrances like madmen. The flow of people was split into several streams, and the deadlock at the city gate was suddenly loosened.

"My lord—" The young samurai opened his mouth, as if to say something.

"Wait a little longer." Yuan Litong didn't turn his head, looking at the ever-advancing dust cloud in the distance. "Save as many as you can. You can escape back to the city first."

No one moved. The samurai suppressed their fear, their hands trembling as they gripped their swords, but not one of them turned around.

A moment later, they saw the true face of the veil.

It's a tree root.

Incredibly terrifying tree roots.

The tree roots, resembling worms and dragons, surged and pierced the ground beneath the earth, then disappeared again, like a group of giant pythons hunting in the soil.

As the tree roots surged into the distance, the ground continued to crack, arch, and collapse, carrying with it volcanic fragments and lava torn apart from who-knows-where.

Roads, trees, houses—everything in its path was torn to shreds and swept into the rolling wave of earth, leaving not even a trace behind.

"My lord!" the samurai couldn't help but call out again, "Leave now!"

"Wait a little longer," Yuanlitong said.

Rain streamed down his chin as he stood motionless, gazing into the distance.

At the city gate, the last few civilians stumbled and scrambled into the city.

And those tree roots, carrying a terrifying aura, were already within reach.

So close that you can see the cracks on their surfaces, so close that you can hear the muffled groans as the ground is torn apart, so close that you can feel the heat waves of magma gushing from underground.