Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too tsundere

Fox mask.

Upon seeing this feature, the leading ninja's pupils constricted sharply. He could hardly believe his eyes.

This feature struck him like a hammer blow. The terrifying rumors circulating in various countries instantly flooded his mind.

A calamity that tears the world apart, a nightmare for all ninjas—the ruler of the [Jin] organization, the darkest ruler of the ninja world.

In the name of false peace, he transformed suffering into a plague, sweeping across every inch of land. All who witnessed his true face perished, and all who heard his name were plunged into despair.

His forces are dominated by the Nine-Faced Beasts—monsters that humans cannot contend with; they are the embodiment of natural disasters and the manifestation of destruction.

Fear is their food, and slaughter is their feast.

Wherever the Nine-Faced Beast goes, life is ravaged and civilization collapses. Wherever [Jin] passes, all things are annihilated, leaving only ashes.

The raging flames of karma burned the ruins, and before the cries of agony could even subside, they were consumed by the violent flames.

His claws lurk in the shadows, whispering his will—by the time you realize it, death is already at your throat.

He preys on the shadows and sacrifices the nation.

Beneath the fox mask lies an unfathomable abyss. Simply invoke his name, and the entire kingdom will plunge into eternal night, becoming a desolate graveyard.

Now, he lies dormant in the cracks of the world, like a venomous snake awaiting the final bell.

When the final shackles break, all things will return to nothingness in his hands.

His name is—[Mianma].

(The above content is entirely fabricated and spread by the Hidden Cloud Village.)

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"...Is this a dream? [Jin] is actually attacking our Kusagakure..."

The Grass Ninja's voices trembled, and cold sweat seeped from their palms as they gripped their weapons. One of them pinched himself hard, hoping to wake up from this nightmare.

"No, don't panic! Maybe it's just an imposter using transformation magic!"

"But that ninjutsu... is exactly the same as the legendary technique that destroyed the gates of Konoha..."

Fear spread through the crowd, but doubt followed. After all, how could that legendary being appear in such a small village?

The leading Jonin swallowed hard and forced himself to take a step forward. His legs were weak, but he had no choice but to speak.

"Sir, who exactly are you? Why are you invading Kusagakure? This is an act of war!"

He prayed desperately in his heart, please, it has to be a fake... or even a hallucination or a nightmare! Why did this have to happen to me?!

"【烬】面麻."

Those three simple words made the leading ninja's knees buckle, almost causing him to kneel on the ground. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to continue negotiating.

"I...I understand...but...as far as I know, [Jin]'s goal is to prevent war through military intimidation...Our Kusagakure hasn't been involved in any diplomatic conflicts recently..."

Menma tilted his head slightly, his gaze beneath the mask sweeping coldly over the crowd. "...Of course. If you want to start a war...you should know the lessons of the past."

The threat in the words was self-evident. Everyone recalled the rumored intelligence—the fate of the Cloud Village delegation.

"So this is just a warning," Menma slowly raised his hand. "At least... I haven't taken anyone's life yet."

"So... what exactly is your purpose...?"

The leader of the ninjas' voices were dry, like sandpaper rubbing together.

"The bloodline of the Uzumaki clan."

The air froze instantly at that answer. The color drained completely from the Jonin's face.

"...What?"

"A mother and daughter with vortexes are hiding in your village." Menma's voice came through the mask, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression. "Hand them over. Do as I say, and no one will die today."

The Uzumaki bloodline?! The Jonin's mind raced. How could such classified information have been leaked? Could it be that [Jin's] henchmen had already infiltrated the village?

He suddenly remembered the rumor—when [Jin] first appeared, he took away ninjas from the Hyuga clan. Now he's targeting the Uzumaki clan... Is this organization collecting bloodline limits?

A commotion began to rise among the Kusanagi ninja. Whispers spread like a plague.

"Are you kidding me..."

"That's our 'medical kit'..."

"What if they get injured during the mission...?"

Resistance was written all over everyone's face. Since acquiring that mother and daughter, the Grass Ninja had no more worries when carrying out missions—if they were injured, they could just bite them and be healed in the blink of an eye. They had already tasted the sweetness of this convenience.

Give up now? Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents.

Gradually, the eyes of some of the grass ninja began to change. Once the seed of doubt is planted, it will take root and sprout.

"maybe..."

"What if it's fake..."

"Anyone can wear that mask..."

They exchanged glances, reaching a silent understanding. Perhaps... this "masturbator" before them was just an imposter coveting the Vortex bloodline?

Menma silently observed the restless Grass Ninja before him. The whispers and increasingly fierce stares—they were using greed to convince themselves, using profit to numb their fear.

"It seems... some people don't want things to end so easily."

The grass ninjas were stunned for a moment, before they could react.

A palpable killing intent suddenly erupted, pouring out from Menma like a dark tide, instantly engulfing the entire space. The air seemed to freeze, and even breathing became a luxury.

Fear descended.

The grass ninja standing at the front row suddenly collapsed to his knees. His pupils shrank to pinpoints, and the scene before him began to distort—he saw himself being pierced through the chest by a dark spiral, his internal organs being torn apart, and blood gushing from his mouth.

"Waaah... Waaah..."

He wanted to scream, but it felt like an invisible hand was gripping his throat, and he could only let out choking sobs.

The ninja next to him was in an even worse state. His crotch was suddenly soaked, and warm liquid flowed down his thighs. But he had no time to care about this humiliation—because he kept seeing the image of himself being beheaded, his head rolling on the ground, and he could see his headless body slowly falling down.

No...don't...

Some people began to vomit uncontrollably, while others scratched their faces frantically, trying to wake themselves from the hallucination.

Even the leading Jonin froze on the spot, his teeth chattering violently. His reason told him it was all an illusion, but his body insisted.

If I take action... I'll die... I really will die...

His knees slammed heavily onto the ground, and he gasped for breath like a dying fish. Cold sweat soaked his back, and his heart pounded so hard it felt like it would explode.

Under the shadow of this murderous intent, everyone witnessed their most gruesome deaths. Some were burned to a crisp, some were torn to pieces, and some were drained of their chakra and turned into mummies...

What's most terrifying is that they can clearly sense that this is probably not a threat or intimidation, but a harbinger.

Menma slowly took a step forward, and the Grass Ninja retreated frantically like a swarm of ants, some even collapsing to the ground because their legs were too weak.

“Now,” his voice was exceptionally clear in the deathly silence, “no one wants a meaningless sacrifice.”

No one dared to answer.

No one dared to breathe.

Faced with such absolute terror, even thinking becomes a luxury.

This skill is really useful.

Menma secretly praised the system's reward. The effect of "top-level pressure" far exceeded expectations—the Grass Ninja who had been restless just moments before now all had unusually "clear" eyes.

However, the play still has to be performed in full.

He slowly raised his hand, palm facing upward. Dark chakra seeped out like a viscous liquid, twisting and swirling in the air, gradually condensing into a chilling sphere.

Spiral wheel.

An ominous dark light flowed across the surface of the sphere, and the surrounding air emitted subtle popping sounds due to energy overload. Occasionally, sparks of chakra would land on the ground, instantly creating a honeycomb-like pattern of holes.

"Ten minutes."

Mianma's voice was eerily calm.

“Bring the Whirlpool Clan here. Otherwise…”

He tilted his palm slightly, letting the black sphere slowly rotate at his fingertips.

"By the time I go find it myself—Kusagakure will have vanished from the map forever."

These words were like a bucket of ice water, waking the stunned Grass Ninjas. They stared in horror at the sphere that was devouring the light, finally realizing the reality.

"Quick! Bring that woman and her daughter here!"

The leader was shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice distorted.

"Now! Immediately! Right now! Everyone, get moving!"

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Misaki's fingers unconsciously tightened, gripping Karin's small hand until it turned white. Her back was pressed against the hostile gazes of the Grass Ninja—gazes that seemed to be chasing away a plague, wishing they would disappear immediately.

Why...why is [Jin] targeting us?!

Her throat tightened, and terrifying rumors flashed through her mind: the [Ember] organization turned living people into puppets, the nine-faced beasts with pockmarked faces fed on human blood, and no one who stepped into their strongholds ever returned alive...

"Menma-sama..." The leader of the senior ninjas' voice trembled as he bowed his head. "The bloodline of the Uzumaki... lies here..."

He secretly nudged Misaki's back with his elbow, his voice escaping through clenched teeth, "Get over there! Don't get us all killed!"

Misaki's feet seemed rooted to the spot. What would have happened in the past...?

The terrifying stories circulating in Kumogakure flashed through her mind: some said that [Jin] would peel off the skin of those with bloodline limits, some said they used living people for forbidden jutsu experiments, and some even said that Menma ate children...

Each version is more horrifying than the last.

"Hmm, very good." Menma's voice came through the mask. "You are much more sensible than the people of Kumogakure."

He slowly scanned the trembling Grass Ninja, finally fixing his gaze on Karin and her daughter.

I will keep my promise.

These words fell like a pardon, and the tense bodies of the Grass Ninja visibly relaxed. Some collapsed to their knees, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads onto the ground.

"So......"

Mianma raised his hand, and the pitch-black spiral wheel was still slowly rotating in his palm, emitting a heart-palpitating energy fluctuation.

This action immediately made the Grass Ninja, who had just relaxed, tense up again, and several of the more timid ones subconsciously took a half step back.

"This is no longer needed."

Under everyone's horrified gaze, Menma gently tossed the spiral wheel upwards—

The jet-black sphere rose silently into the sky, like a shooting star moving in reverse. The Grass Ninja unconsciously looked up, their eyes following the ever-shrinking black dot, their faces filled with confusion and unease.

What is he going to do? Why is he putting something so dangerous...?

"boom--!!!!"

A deafening explosion suddenly tore through the sky. A violent shockwave exploded in the air, and a visible ring of air instantly spread outwards. Several of the closest Grass Ninja were directly thrown backwards by the blast, while many more instinctively covered their ears, their faces drained of color.

After the blinding light dissipated—

In the azure sky, a "hole" nearly a hundred meters in diameter appeared. The previously floating clouds were completely evaporated, and the sunlight poured down without obstruction, illuminating everyone's pale faces clearly.

Chakra dispersion and control...the effect is not bad.

Naruto secretly assessed the situation behind his mask. This Rasengan was less than half the power of the complete version—without the Nine-Tails' chakra, it was essentially just a flashy firework. But for these Grass Ninja, it was already quite a shock.

The Grass Ninja stared blankly at the "hollow" in the sky, then stiffly looked down at Menma. When the hand that condensed the Spiral Wheel of Destruction was raised towards the Uzumaki mother and daughter, everyone unconsciously held their breath.

"Come, Uzumaki clan."

Mianma's voice was eerily calm as he made an inviting gesture.

"Come with me."

These words were like a switch being flipped. The Grass Ninja immediately shoved the mother and daughter, their voices filled with disgust.

"Did you hear me? Get over there right now!"