Violent Breach! A Deadly Werewolf Game in the Medical Camp

"Weld the door shut!" Naruto roared like thunder.

The spatial rift was expanding wildly, and five dark red iron coffins had already squeezed out halfway. The suffocating death energy turned into white frost, spreading wildly along the ground.

Sasuke's left eye suddenly flashed with a six-pointed star, and the purplish-black arm of his Susanoo rose from the ground. Violent Lightning Release Chakra coiled around the giant Susanoo arm, which slammed its palm against the edge of the void rift, forcibly blocking the spatial turbulence that was trying to open the passage.

"Yang Release: Adamantine Sealing Chains!"

Naruto Hand Seals, and the golden Chakra within his body instantly boiled. Five extremely thick golden chains shot out from his back like five raging pythons. Instead of wrapping around the coffin, they plunged straight into the eye of Minato Namikaze's Flying Thunder God: Guiding Thunder array in the ground!

That's not obstruction, but rather tyrannical assimilation.

The materialized pure Yang life force, like molten iron sprayed from a high-pressure water gun, burned wildly along the Chakra circuits of the formation. Under the backflow of Yang Release, the spatial teleportation channel emitted a piercing shriek similar to shattering glass.

The frost that had formed on the surface of the iron coffin instantly vaporized.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" The spatial rift began to rapidly contract inward.

"Naruto Uzumaki, are you insane! You forcibly blasted open the spatial passage, don't you even care about your comrades' lives?!" Kabuto Yakushi's voice came from the end of the void, filled with furious rage. He hadn't expected Naruto to break the formation in such an unconventional way, directly using the most brutal Chakra to blow up the entire door!

"My men don't need dead people to worry about them." Naruto took a step forward, his shoes carrying immense Monster Strength, and stomped heavily on the center of the formation.

Boom!

The massive Flying Thunder God Expansion Technique shattered completely. The five iron coffins, which were about to squeeze out of the passage, were forced back into the depths of the void by the terrifying cutting force of the closing space, emitting a teeth-grinding twisting sound.

In the final tenth of a second before the passage completely disappeared, Naruto flicked his finger, and a tiny cluster of golden Yang Release flames, no bigger than a fingernail, silently followed the path of Kabuto's voice and disappeared into the darkness.

"You can block this door, but can you defend against those invisible doors behind it?" Kabuto Yakushi's sinister laughter was abruptly cut off.

The underground caverns fell silent once more.

Naruto suppressed his golden aura and turned to look at Kakashi and Sasuke. "The main force of the White Zetsu isn't here. Kabuto wasn't bluffing just now; he used Minato's coffin as bait. His real killing move was already unleashed."

Sasuke sheathed his Kusanagi Sword, his eyes as cold as ice. "He's trying to raid our base."

The following morning, at the Allied Shinobi Forces Central Medical Camp.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and disinfectant. Hundreds of huge white medical tents stretched out in one row, forming the core lifeline of the Fourth Shinobi World War, where the seriously wounded who had retreated from various defensive lines gathered.

Sakura Haruno had been performing suturing surgery for fourteen consecutive hours. Her eyes were bloodshot as she made her rounds in a medium-sized wounded tent, holding a whiteboard.

"Bed 24, Chunin Hattori, penetrating chest wound, change dressing." Sakura walked to the bedside, her tone tired but crisp.

The "Konoha Ninja" lying on the bed clutched his right arm, half his face wrapped in bandages, revealing only one slightly cloudy eye. He waved his hands repeatedly, his voice hoarse. "No need, Sakura- sama, I can change it myself, don't trouble yourself."

As he spoke, he subconsciously pulled his right arm back under the covers.

Sakura didn't waste any words with him and grabbed his wrist.

The moment her fingertips touched her skin, Sakura paused almost imperceptibly for half a second.

This texture is so wrong. It's cold, rough, and doesn't have the regular pulse of a living person. Instead, it feels like rotten wood that's been soaking in water for three days and three nights.

Sakura cursed inwardly: If a living person had this body temperature, the grass on their grave would have sprouted by now. Something's wrong with this guy.

But her expression didn't change at all. As usual, she casually tore off a section of the hemostatic bandage, turned her back to the hospital bed, and picked up the scissors from the tray.

Just as she turned around, her body blocked the wounded soldier's view. Sakura raised her left hand and quickly made a tactical hand gesture towards Shizune, who was not far away, with three fingers crossed and thumbs down.

That was Hidden Leaf's top-secret code. It meant: Extreme danger, seal the barrier immediately!

Shizune was carrying a stack of clean bandages when she saw this gesture, and her pupils suddenly contracted. But after all, she was the medical director who had followed Tsunade through countless battles, and her steps were not faltered at all. She walked to the entrance of the main tent, made an excuse to put something down, and pulled down the heavy windproof curtain behind her.

"Click." The Chakra sealing stones at the four corners of the tent activated instantly, completely locking the entire space.

As soon as the tent was locked, "Hattori" on the hospital bed immediately realized that he had been exposed.

His previously weak and curled-up body suddenly tensed, and the gauze wrapped around his face instantly tore apart. His human face peeled away like dead bark, revealing deformed features as pale as paper underneath.

"They actually found out. The women of Hidden Leaf have such good intuition." White Zetsu grinned, revealing his lipless mouth in a nauseating smile.

His right arm suddenly swelled up, transforming into a wooden spike as thick as an arm with an extremely sharp tip. Ignoring Sakura, who had her back to him, he stabbed directly into a severely injured patient lying on the hospital bed next to him, who was covered in IV tubes and had no ability to resist!

Since we've been exposed, let's kill them one by one.

"Court death!"

Sakura didn't even turn her head. She suddenly pushed off the ground with her right foot.

Boom!

The hard ground was dented by her footsteps, leaving a spiderweb-like crater half a meter deep. She moved like an arrow released from a bow, using her waist to generate power, and with a whooshing sound, she turned and delivered a powerful swing punch.

He didn't even show much of the Chakra's glow, relying solely on his extreme control over his muscles and meridians.

Bang!

The wooden splinter, as hard as steel, was struck from the side by Sakura's fist just an inch before it touched the seriously injured man's nose. Wood chips exploded like a rainstorm, and the broken splinter, along with the White Zetsu's entire right arm, was smashed into a pulp by this terrifying Monster Strength.

"Ah!" White Zetsu let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Before he could even retreat Hand Seals, Sakura had already pressed forward. She grabbed White Zetsu by the chest, lifted this 100-pound monster up like a chicken with one hand, and then delivered a high kick, the sole of her military boot slamming hard into White Zetsu's pale face.

Boom!

White Zetsu, like a cannonball, smashed through the newly activated Chakra barrier, tore through the thick tent canvas, and carved a terrifying trench more than ten meters long in the open ground outside the camp, overturning seven or eight stretchers along the way.

The medical-nin and wounded outside were all startled by the commotion and drew their Kunai to look over.

Shizune flashed out of the tent. Her hands glowed with blue Chakra Scalpel, and several cold glints flashed as she precisely severed the remaining three limbs of White Zetsu, pinning him firmly to the ground.

"This is... White Zetsu?" Shizune looked at the remains on the ground, which were oozing green sap, and a chill ran through her.

The other person was wearing Hidden Leaf Chunin uniform, and even their Chakra wavelength was exactly the same as the real Hattori. If Sakura hadn't touched their body temperature during her rounds, even the most stringent Sensing Barrier at the entrance of the medical camp wouldn't have detected this monster!

Sakura lifted the tattered tent flap and stepped out, flicking the sawdust off her fists. Her eyes were sharp as knives. "Take this to the dissection room and immediately notify the General Staff. The defenses are leaking."

White Zetsu, chopped into a human stump, lay in the deep pit, white foam constantly gushing from his mouth, yet emitting an extremely eerie and chilling laugh.

"Ouch... Tsunade's disciple is ridiculously strong."

White Zetsu remaining eye was fixed on Sakura, a smirk playing on his lips. "But guess what? Was the person who brought you dinner last night even human?"

Sakura frowned, grabbed his hair, and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"Who was that who just handed you the scalpel?" White Zetsu chuckled, his voice echoing through the empty camp like a death knell. "We don't need to infiltrate, because we've already become one with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, White Zetsu's body crumbled into a pile of useless white powder, like weathered plaster.

The air froze.

The wind inside and outside the medical camp seemed to stand still at that moment.

Sakura suddenly raised her head and looked around.

Provoked by White Zetsu's words, the hundreds of wounded, nurses, stretcher bearers, and even the Anbu Ninja responsible for perimeter security all paused at the same time.

They all turned their heads in unison.

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on Sakura and Shizune, who stood in the center of the arena. In those gazes were panic, suspicion, and some... a cold scrutiny that was impossible to tell whether they were human or ghost.

"Get away from me! You were on the western frontier yesterday!" a wounded soldier suddenly screamed, shoving away his comrade who was bandaging him.

"You're the fake one! Your hands were shaking when you were changing the dressing!" The companion drew his Kunai, his eyes red as he pointed it at the other man.

With just one sentence, the trust system of the most crucial medical camp in the rear of the entire Allied Shinobi Forces collapsed.

This werewolf game, involving 100,000 participants, began in a bloody and unexpected manner, catching everyone completely off guard.