Revenge?

"······"

The cries for help echoed in my ears, but no one responded... No, where did everyone in the park go? There weren't many people before, but it wasn't this deserted.

Shuyuan looked around and saw only himself, Naruto and Sasuke, the unconscious Suzuran, and the strange man in black.

"Naruto, Sasuke, stop shouting! They've set up a barrier. We could shout ourselves hoarse and no one would even notice anything in the park... Damn it!"

Shuyuan frowned. The opponent had set up such a large barrier without his knowledge, indicating that the opponent was very strong... But in the end, he was too careless and never thought that he would be attacked in the village.

Thinking back carefully, there were actually quite a few clues before: the pedestrians in the park were constantly dispersing, the chirping of insects and birds was becoming weaker... He didn't even pay attention to the Chakra was formed, thinking that there were ninjas practicing Ninjutsu on the other side of the park.

"Damn it! It's a barrier?"

Sasuke gripped the Kunai in his hand, instantly realizing the gravity of the situation. If things went wrong, they might all be doomed here.

"Wow! What a massive barrier... and it's a double barrier, using a second barrier to disguise the first one, amazing!"

Naruto looked up at the sky, which, though seemingly empty, displayed an unusual color in his vision.

In this life, he is not that orphan without any upbringing. He has powerful parents who guide him carefully, as well as his uncle, Katsuki, who helps him. Although he has blond hair and blue eyes, he has completely inherited the bloodline of the Uzumaki Clan. His perception is quite sharp, and he also has a considerable understanding of Fuinjutsu.

After all, this was educated by Kushina through rote learning, and she carries half of the Uzumaki Bloodline. If she knew nothing about Fuinjutsu and Barrier Ninjutsu, Kushina wouldn't dare to go out and see anyone.

"What are you praising, you idiot? Be careful not to fall into their trap, the enemy is very strong."

Seeing Naruto's thoughts suddenly Naruto again, Sasuke's chest heaved with anger. This idiot was simply... hopeless. He activated his Sharingan with a single Tomoe, trying to see through the black clothes to the truth.

"Who exactly are you? What do you want to do by attacking us?"

Shuyuan then spoke up, saying, "Since we can't rely on outside help for the time being, let's try to stall for time!"

This is, after all, Konoha, and located in the bustling center of the village. Even with a double barrier, it's impossible to deceive so many skilled fighters in the village for long. Once someone notices...

"My purpose?" The sinister voice from the black-clad figure was extremely chilling. "Is that even a question? Revenge, of course! The son of the Calamity!"

The hat was lifted, revealing the person's true face: short, neat red hair, handsome features, and a cold smile. However, what was even more striking was the Forehead Protector with the Sand Ninja symbol on his forehead, and the deep scratches on it.

Missing-nin!

Moreover, she was missing-nin from Sunagakure!

"... Revenge?"

Shuyuan's lips drooped uncontrollably; this was truly the worst possible answer.

Revenge can be said to be the most enduring theme in the Shinobi World. No matter how the Shinobi World changes, whether it is the Warring States period or the Five Great Ninja Villages, the shadow of revenge is everywhere.

Many geniuses feed on hatred, turning it into the driving force for revenge, step by step Jonin world, stirring up waves of bloodshed.

With exceptional intelligence, Shuyuan, who had been well-versed in various books since childhood, possessed a vision beyond her years and a mature way of thinking like Uchiha Itachi. Therefore, she could also understand the weight contained in the word 'revenge'.

"Yes! Revenge... I've always remembered it. The bloodshed caused by the natural disaster invading the village, my parents, and others died in that great battle, so easily crushed like crudely made, low-grade puppets. What son of Chiyo of the Sand, the future inheritor of the Sand Ninja Puppet Technique... It only made me realize the fragility of life, how close death really is..."

"... However, they are still my parents. Since they couldn't kill the Konoha Calamity, they had no choice but to use you, a brat, as a substitute. Don't forget my name when you go to hell. I am Sasori of the Red Sands."

With a finger pointing at Shuyuan, invisible Chakra Threads silently shot towards Shuyuan's body.

Ninja Academy, Reception Room.

"Lord Sasori did indeed remain at the Sand Village embassy last night," Itachi said.

"If that's the case, what is the meaning of this, sir? Do you really think that the Sand Village is easy to bully?"

Baki's face was fierce, as if he was ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

"I just want to ask, is the person standing behind Rasa really the Sasori of the Red Sands that you all know?" Itachi raised his head slightly, and his Mitsudomoe Sharingan shone with an eerie light.

A bomb was dropped into the deep water, and the loud bang startled the fish and shrimp inside.

Katsuki slowly savored the tea, her eyes, like hooks, were fixed on Sasori of the Red Sands's every move.

"Oh! Does Lord Itachi mean I'm an imposter?" Sasori calmly lowered his head, avoiding Itachi's eyes. "Or do you intend to use the Sharingan to alter my memories?"

Their gazes quickly returned to Itachi, but no one dared to look at his face; there were no clueless, naive newbies present.

Hearing Sasori's counterattack, Rasa couldn't help but look at Itachi with suspicion. If it was the Sharingan, being manipulated to alter memories wasn't...

Itachi's eye twitched helplessly. The Sharingan's fearsome reputation had spread throughout the Shinobi World for so long that it had almost been demonized. If it could alter the memories of a Jonin with just a glance, then the Uchiha would have been invincible long ago.

"Stop being so long-winded!! All this talk is pointless, just get to work!!"

"Boom!!"

Five fingers, spread wide like iron claws, bound Scorpion's handsome face. Propelled by absolute violence, Scorpion flew backward like a cannonball, crashing into the wall of the reception room, sending dust billowing out.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

Katsuki grabbed Scorpion's head and smashed it like a walnut, making the back of Scorpion's head make intimate contact with the thick, solid cement floor, creating a series of dents in the blink of an eye.

"That head is really hard!"

Katsuki praised it highly.

"······stop."

Rasa was the first to react. Looking at the empty seat opposite him, cold sweat poured down his back. It was too fast! He hadn't even seen how Katsuki had swept past him and captured Sasori in that brief moment.

Monster!

A monster that's a disaster!

Years later, he once again truly understood what kind of monster the guy he was sharing a room with was!

However, he had to act here. For the sake of the Sand Village's honor, he could not stand idly by, even if it meant his own death.

"Stop right there, Sand Hand."

Rasa leaped up, kicked over the sofa, and with a single wave of his hand, the cement beneath his feet shattered, turning into billowing sand that swirled around him. With a change of heart, a giant hand made of sand fiercely grabbed at Katsuki's back. (To be continued)