Naruto: The Progenitor of Demons Starting from Kirigakure

Yura didn't walk fast. She traveled for three days along the border of the Land of Fire, crossed the Land of Rice Fields and the Land of Frost, and was only a day's journey from the Land of Waterfalls. She stopped in the town to rest in bed and change her clothes.

Due to the bandit attack, the town was somewhat deserted, and most of the shops were not open for business. Jieluo strolled leisurely on the street barefoot, occasionally looking around. No one who brushed past him noticed his presence.

With such abilities, not only could she easily infiltrate Takigakure Village to steal the Earth Grudge Secret Technique, but she could also easily take things and leave without paying. However, Yura is not such a tasteless monster.

Furthermore, there was nothing in the town that Yui wanted to take, and soon she found her target.

In such an era, in the town's only women's clothing store, looking at the finished clothes on the racks, one can't help but nod in satisfaction. Purely handmade, they are undoubtedly much more high-end than mass-produced clothes.

When Jieluo walked up to the young shop owner, she didn't notice Jieluo. She was slumped on the counter, half asleep, until Jieluo gently tapped the counter. The shop owner was startled awake, looked up at the suddenly appearing Jieluo, and let out a small gasp.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't notice..." The shop owner suddenly stood up and hurriedly bowed in apology.

"Manager, I'd like to buy a few outfits. Do you have any in stock?" Jie Luo asked, a gentle and serene smile playing on her delicate face.

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper sized up Jieluo. She was barely a head taller than the person behind the counter, exceptionally petite. Her first impression was that of a child. Then her gaze fell on her face—a sweet and gentle-looking petite beauty. Her second glance landed on her tattered, blood-stained ninja combat uniform, and she felt a chill run down her spine. Not daring to look any longer, she lowered her head and nervously stammered, "Ah, Ninja-sama, our shop does not manufacture or sell ninja uniforms..."

"It's alright, just buying a few casual clothes." With a gentle smile, Jie Luo pointed and said, "These three sets."

Seemingly soothed by the gentle tone, his tense emotions eased. Seeing that it wasn't some fierce and ruthless ninja, he patted his chest and smiled, "Please wait a moment, sir."

Not daring to be negligent, the shop manager hurried to the back room, and soon brought out a wooden box containing the finished garments. She wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, placed it on the counter in front of Jieluo, and looked at Jieluo expectantly.

"Sir, you have excellent taste. This is the best brocade in the shop...it might be a bit pricey..."

Jieluo smiled and said with a smirk, "Aren't you going to measure my size?"

Upon hearing this, the shop manager was slightly taken aback. This sale was practically secured; what a generous customer, not even bothering to haggle. She then pointed to herself and said confidently, "My eyes are my ruler!"

"Is that so?" Jieluo lightly raised a finger, and an invisible black thread shot out, connecting to the wooden box. She smiled faintly, "That's impressive~"

After being praised, the shop manager waved her hands shyly.

"No, no, no..."

Just then, Jie Luo flicked his finger, and a wooden box weighing at least several kilograms on the table floated up into the air.

"Wow, amazing!" The shop manager exclaimed, her eyes widening as she covered her mouth with her hands, a hint of longing and envy in her eyes.

She didn't see the black hairs suspended in the air. Compared to Yura's invisibility, these hairs were truly invisible. Even among demons, few could see them; at least, a half-demon like Inuyasha couldn't.

Dark Secret Technique: Blade Manipulation

"By the way, manager..." Jie Luo said with a slight smile, "Could I borrow a place to wash up?"

"Oh, yes, sir." The shop manager hurriedly came out from behind the counter and led the way, saying, "Please follow me."

The wooden box floated beside her as Jieluo followed her to the backyard and entered the bathroom to wash up. Even while taking a bath, the small dachi, her true form, never left her side. This dachi couldn't stray too far from her, otherwise, her body would fall to the ground like a doll with its strings cut. Jieluo didn't know exactly how far away, but she instinctively knew it couldn't be too far.

Moreover, although this immortal body is powerful, it is not without fatal weaknesses.

She took a comfortable bath. Although her true form was a knife for the time being, this body was not without sensation except for the lack of pain. She could enjoy all kinds of delicious food like an ordinary person. Although she was a woman, it was not impossible for her to change bodies. However, as her original body, it was also the body that best suited her. Unless absolutely necessary, Jieluo did not want to give it up.

After a thorough cleaning, I prepared to change into new clothes and sealed the remaining two sets into a scroll.

Hearing the commotion of someone getting dressed, the shop manager waiting outside asked, "Do you need my help, sir? These clothes are quite difficult to put on..."

"No need, thank you," said Jieluo. Her hair, which was tied into bunches behind her like tentacles, danced nimbly as she grabbed her kimono. Without any visible movement of dressing, she put on a set of clothes, tied the elegant floral sash around her waist into a dignified taiko knot at the back, and her long hair was pulled back to short length. Then she lifted the curtain at the door and walked out of the bathroom.

Upon seeing Jieluo, the shopkeeper's eyes lit up. After looking her over, she praised her earnestly and sincerely, "Very beautiful, sir."

"Do you have a mirror, shopkeeper?" Jie Luo asked, smoothing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Due to the pressure of survival, Jieluo had never really looked at herself properly, to the point that even her own appearance was somewhat blurry in her memory.

Moreover, children grow quickly; even if they don't get enough nutrition and are flat-chested, they still change every day.

"Yes, sir." The shopkeeper led the way a few steps, then stopped, her gaze falling on Jie Luo's bare, delicate, fair feet. She couldn't help but ask, "Sir, would you like a pair of shoes?"

Jielu shook her head slightly and said, "No need."

The shopkeeper found it a bit strange, but dared not ask or say anything, simply assuming it was the ninja's quirk of not wearing shoes.

As the two walked, Jieluo couldn't help but recall the issue of the shoes.

At first, they did wear sandals, but not the standard ninja sandals. Takigakure was somewhat poor, and the village was newly established. The standard ninja equipment was not up to the standards of the Five Great Nations, especially Konoha. Basically, the ninjas provided their own equipment, and they wore all sorts of things. At first glance, they were a ragtag army.

Later, when he encountered Hashirama Senju, Yura was impaled in a tree by Wood Release techniques while walking. As a standard cannon fodder Chunin, he didn't even have time to form hand seals, and that was the extent of his injury. The impact was so great that Yura suspected he had been run over by a train.

It looked like nothing more than a fist-thick branch, but it was Hashirama Senju's Wood Release technique. A casual strike—no, it wasn't even a normal strike—was an unbearable pain for Yura at that time.

Jieluo suspected that it was also imbued with superhuman strength. If it weren't for the penetrating wound and being in mid-air, he would have broken several bones like Jiraiya.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

Even three days later, the phantom pain from her deathbed still lingered in her mind, causing Jieluo to bare her teeth in a vicious rage.

One of her shoes flew off, and she died instantly. When she was revived, Jieluo was too lazy to look for the shoe. On her way, while familiarizing herself with and developing her own power, the last shoe was also cut off by the blade.

Without the protection of chakra, walking on the hairline, ordinary shoes are utterly vulnerable before the blade-like sharpness of Yura's hair.

This is...

Black Secret Technique: Hair-Stroke Blade Technique

It's far less comfortable than going barefoot. Even chakra can cut into the tough, iron-like hair blades. Only Yura's own demon body has extremely strong resistance to her own hair, making it difficult for the hair to break through her skin.

However, I definitely have to get my revenge.

Currently, Hashirama is absolutely no match for him, so it's best to avoid him altogether and stay as far away as possible.

so...

"Hashirama Senju..." Yura clenched her small fists and muttered to herself, "Tsunade, you just wait."

Unfortunately, Tsunade has not yet been born.

But going barefoot wasn't a good idea either. After thinking for a moment, a large amount of black hair sprouted from the soles of Jieluo's feet and quickly wove into a pair of black ninja gaiters with open toes, revealing only her small, crystal-clear toes and heels. As the hair pigment faded, the entire gaiters turned white.

Black Secret Technique: The Art of Weaving Hair Armor

However, in the eyes of others, she was not wearing any clothes on her feet, so Jieluo still had to wear clothes normally, otherwise, it would be like the emperor's new clothes.

"Um..." The shopkeeper spoke as they walked, but seeing the fleeting fierce look and whisper on Jieluo's face, she hesitated and shut her mouth.

"Just say what's on your mind, shop manager. You've been eyeing me for a while now." Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Jieluo turned her head to look at the shop manager and said with a gentle smile, her scarlet eyes staring at him quietly.

"Um...you're very beautiful..." After a moment of preparation for the flattery, the shop manager looked at the petite and aloof Jieluo in the mirror, who was as delicate as a doll, and hesitated.

Compared to her previous appearance in a revealing ninja outfit, exuding a sweet yet alluring and mysterious aura that seemed to possess deadly danger, she changed into a dignified, simple, pure white kimono, completely covered up by her clothes. It was as if she had become a different person, elegant and quiet, with a mysterious aura that revealed an incongruous strangeness.

The shop manager's gaze fell on Jie Luo's robe, his eyelids twitched involuntarily, and finally he took a deep breath and said hesitantly, "Sir, you're wearing the wrong clothes..."

Upon hearing this, Jie Luo's lips curled into a faint smile, a bewitching smile.

The shop manager looked at her smile reflected in the mirror and felt a chill run down her spine, her breath catching in her throat.

It looks so much like it, even more so!

Her pale, delicate face was expressionless, like a dead person's; her scarlet, calm, and deep eyes were dark and deep; and the eerie smile on her lips was like those lifeless, expressionless dolls in the house that suddenly smiled at you in a strange way, making your heart stop beating.

It exudes a faint sense of death and madness.

Previously, it was difficult to detect that the other party was wearing a ninja outfit, but now, dressed in a pure white kimono, just looking at the other party gave me an instinctive feeling of trepidation and fear.

If they were to wear a crown, it would look almost like the dead being dressed for burial.

"He can still move, how could he be dead? I must have read too many monster novels." Forcing a smile, the shopkeeper continued, "This dress suits you very well, but the way you're dressed, sir, is how a dead person dresses..."

Even if it's money from the dead, we have to get it!

The shop manager took a deep breath and secretly glanced at the expression on the person in the mirror.

"You didn't wear the wrong clothes~" Jieluo chuckled.

As soon as she finished speaking, the shop manager's professional fake smile froze on her face. She stood stiffly, her heart pounding wildly, and tears began to well up in her eyes. She dared not move an inch.

Jie Luo gently closed her eyes, carefully inhaling the delicious, almost frightening scent emanating from the other person. Then, she opened her eyes again and carefully examined her reflection in the mirror.

The person in the mirror has short, ear-length hair, commonly known as the princess cut. This was something she deliberately cut short in her previous life as a ninja, because long hair was too troublesome to manage, and in the precarious Warring States period, she didn't have the leisure for it.

Born in the Warring States period, he was picked up from a pile of corpses by a ninja clan and trained as cannon fodder. He started going to the battlefield at the age of four. He had no friends or relatives, only the cruel training and fighting day after day. In addition, he was starving and malnourished, struggling on the brink of starvation. As a result, in addition to developing a numb and empty dead face, he was also unusually small compared to his peers. He lived numbly and struggled until he awakened his memories after death and found a little bit of human feeling again.

"This dress really suits me..." Jieluo chuckled.

Despite appearing to be only about 12 years old and standing at a mere 1.47 meters tall, 0.3 centimeters shorter than 12-year-old Naruto, Yura is actually 16 years old.

At this age, Naruto has already saved the ninja world, which is a bit of a shame.

There were some advantages, though. Because of his size, the ninjas around him, though quite eccentric, weren't so eccentric as to have any special thoughts about the little brat. Everyone liked to seek comfort from the older sister to soothe the wounded hearts of the ninjas.

In terms of appearance, although she has a sweet face, her overall shape, height and temperament are closer to Hiki from Noragami. Coupled with similar clothing, it's like cosplay.

In summary, it refers to the traditional "three-no" beautiful girl, meaning a girl who is taciturn, lacks facial expressions, and whose inner thoughts are difficult to discern; she is indifferent, speechless, and expressionless.

However, that was the Jieluo of her lifetime. Now, Jieluo only lacks rich and intense facial expressions. Her inner activities are still quite rich and joyful, and she talks quite a lot. At least, she doesn't let her words fall to the ground and she can't catch them.

She's actually quite good at chatting.

"Manager, there's a saying in the countryside that ghosts can't be reflected in a mirror." With a gentle smile on her face, Jieluo said, "Do I look like a human or a ghost to you?"

Gudong.

Swallowing hard, the shop manager decided to stop worrying about how the clothes were worn and forced a dry laugh, "Of course, you should look like a person, like a great beauty. Sir, would you like to pay?"

Jie Luo nodded slightly, turned and walked towards the counter, saying calmly, "How much?"

The shopkeeper came to the counter, the thought of offering a discount flashed through her mind for a moment before she dismissed it, and said, "Sir, three sets for 45,760 taels."

Jie Luo froze as he reached for his money. Who would carry 7 RMB on their person?

Seeing this, the shop manager became nervous and quickly said, "If it's not enough, you can buy just one set, sir."

To be honest, not counting his past life, Jiro has never seen so much money in this life. Even though he had picked up quite a lot before, it's impossible for a partner on an assassination mission to carry a large sum of money on him, not counting Kakuzu, the guy who ran away.

Fortunately, in order to assassinate the God of Shinobi, the village did more than simply send three-tenths of its Jonin; it also made thorough preparations, such as...

Jie Luo squinted and, under the shopkeeper's tense gaze, unsealed a thick stack of papers from a scroll hidden in her sleeve.

This technique transforms into a lightning sword; it allows one to instantly summon ninja tools simply by touching the hand seal. It is a more advanced and expensive technique than the sealing scroll.

Looking at the densely engraved incantations on the paper, the shopkeeper asked in confusion, "Sir, what is this?" and reached out to take it.

"Explosive tags." Jie Luo smiled faintly.

The shopkeeper froze abruptly, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints, and cold sweat beading on her forehead. She had heard of this thing—a ninja's weapon—but dared not touch it.

"Don't worry, ordinary people can't trigger it, it's very safe," Jie Luo said. "Each one is worth 3000 to 4000 on the market, let's say at least 3,000, this stack has at least a hundred of them."

Even at the lowest price of 3000 taels, a single explosive tag is worth nearly 5000 yuan, enough to cover an average person's monthly salary.

Although wholesale and homemade products are not priced at this level.

"Eh!!" The shopkeeper caught the explosive tag with trembling hands, looking at Yura and asking hesitantly, "All...all of it for me?"

Jieluo nodded.

Seeing this, the shop manager gripped it tightly, then said with unwavering resolve, "Deal!"

The village had prepared a large number of explosive tags. After all, it was a ninja village and had the ability to manufacture explosive tags. The original battle plan was to ambush the ninja god on his route and give him a big surprise. Therefore, everyone was full of confidence and felt that the chances of winning were not small.

Unexpectedly, it was a wood clone that came to scout ahead. The three Jonin originally did not intend to waste the explosive tags and confidently led the team to charge forward. After all, it was just a clone, and they thought they could easily cut it down. However, they were all defeated.

What a sad and speechless story.

Looking back, Jieluo couldn't believe she had dared to do that.

Do you even understand the significance of the title "God of Ninjas"?

Therefore, Jieluo now has a lot of explosive tags, a great many explosive tags, and they are extremely valuable.

Jieluo could no longer tell whether he was rich or poor.

Explosive tags aren't money, and selling them individually would be troublesome. Selling them piecemeal would be difficult, and there's almost no market for them in ordinary towns, only for ninjas. Smart shopkeepers probably wouldn't want them, but if a less smart shopkeeper doesn't want them, it'll be hard to handle. Jieluo would inevitably have to eat and dash, so giving him a little extra would be a good thing.

Leaving behind the trembling shopkeeper, who seemed both dim-witted and incredibly clever, counting the detonating tags, Jieluo turned and walked into the street.