Looking at it now, the result was obvious.
Facing a Kage-level expert like Sasori of the Red Sand who didn't specialize in Taijutsu, he could completely subdue him easily.
Rumble!
At this time, a few seconds later, loud and piercing explosions sounded in the cave.
Feeling his physical body being strengthened a lot because of touching those poisonous feathers just now.
Rasa raised his hand gently.
A human figure floated up from the human-shaped pit more than ten meters deep. It was Sasori of the Red Sand, who was beaten to near death.
At this time, Sasori had a depression more than ten centimeters deep in his chest, his belly was pierced by Rasa, and there was no intact skin all over his body.
With such injuries, any Jonin or even Kage would die immediately.
But Sasori, who had already modified himself into a half-human puppet, still barely maintained his last breath of life.
Looking at the blood constantly flowing from Sasori's body, Rasa asked curiously:
"Sasori, why do you still keep so many organs?"
"Could it be that you haven't developed the regenerative core yet?"
Hearing the keyword regenerative core, Sasori opened his eyes with difficulty and said weakly:
"You... how on earth do you know about this..."
The regenerative core was Sasori's final concept, and he was still testing it.
So apart from himself, no one knew about this at all.
And this guy Rasa, why did he seem to know in advance that he killed the Third Kazekage?
Could it be that he had the ability to foresee the future?
Rasa shook his head, probably understanding. At this time, he hadn't developed the regenerative core yet.
He sighed:
"Just happened that the village needs a strong person to guard it. Let it be you."
Before Sasori could continue speaking, Rasa activated the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
A dozen minutes later.
Rasa wiped the sweat from his face.
The Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan activated in Sage Mode was several times more powerful than usual.
So as long as two or three more days passed.
Unless it was a Six Paths level expert, no one could release Sasori's genjutsu anymore.
And over time, the genjutsu would gradually merge with Sasori's brain, subconscious, and conscious mind.
By then, even Rasa couldn't release the genjutsu he personally cast on Sasori.
After doing all this, Rasa began to treat Sasori.
First treated his human body parts with medical ninjutsu.
Half an hour later, began to repair the broken puppet parts on his body.
At the same time, the system's voice kept ringing in Rasa's mind.
The system reward obtained by controlling Sasori, plus the reward for deflowering Kushina Uzumaki.
Rasa now possessed 10,000 Skill Points again.
Half an hour later.
Mai Shiranui, who was staring intently at the road down the mountain, suddenly brightened her eyes.
A man wearing a black robe was walking slowly from the foot of the mountain.
Behind the man, there were hundreds of men and women dressed as villagers supporting each other, and several ninjas.
"Lord Kage, solved?"
Rasa nodded, his tone calm, as if he had just done a trivial thing.
"Solved, but only these villagers and a few ninjas are still alive."
Sasori was still unconscious. To save unnecessary trouble.
He was put into the different dimension by Rasa together with the Third Kazekage's human puppet.
Mai Shiranui walked quickly a few steps forward, grabbed Rasa's hands, and looked at him gratefully with sparkling eyes.
"Lord Kage, this is enough!"
In fact, Mai Shiranui had long given up hope of any survivors.
Now although only a hundred villagers and a few ninjas were still alive.
But it was already an unexpected joy. How could she still feel unsatisfied?
Although she didn't see her grandfather among them, Mai Shiranui was content.
"Mai Shiranui's favorability increased from twenty points to thirty points!"
An hour later.
Looking at Mai Shiranui who was reluctantly seeing him off, Rasa's mind moved.
He took out a dagger from his bosom and handed it gently to Mai Shiranui.
Mai Shiranui took this pure white dagger hurriedly and looked at Rasa somewhat doubtfully.
"In the future, if there is anything, transmit Chakra into this dagger, and I will appear naturally."
After whispering this sentence gently in Mai Shiranui's white ear.
Rasa said nothing more, turned around, and started hurrying on with Karuman and the other one.
Mai Shiranui held the dagger tightly in her hand, looking shyly at Rasa's receding back, an unprecedented blush appearing on her face.
On the desert of the Land of Wind.
A devastatingly beautiful woman wearing a black robe flew at high speed in mid-air.
Behind her grew a pair of huge wings made of white paper.
...
Somewhere in the territory of the Land of Water.
Thousands of tents stood on the wet ground, and ninjas wearing Konoha forehead protectors could be seen entering and exiting around from time to time.
In a tent hundreds of tents away from the surrounding tents, seemingly forming a system of its own.
"Something is wrong. The number of deaths recently is too high."
Fugaku Uchiha looked at the dozen clansmen in the tent and frowned.
Other clansmen nodded in agreement invariably.
Although Mist ninjas were indeed strong on average.
But they had just fought with the Mist Ninja Village for a few days.
Uchiha clansmen had already lost half.
Other Konoha ninjas didn't seem to lose many, which was too strange.
This time Konoha took the initiative to attack rarely. To show sincerity, Uchiha also dispatched a large number of combat forces.
There were more than four hundred Uchiha clansmen going to the Mist Ninja Village battlefield.
Except for those Uchiha clansmen who joined the Ninja Academy and already had fixed team members.
Other Uchiha clansmen without fixed team members.
After getting the consent of Konoha high-level officials, began to form teams with fellow clansmen to act together.
Fugaku Uchiha acted as the leader of Uchiha on the Mist Ninja Village battlefield, temporarily commanding these clansmen.
Seeing that the clansmen all agreed with his words, Fugaku Uchiha frowned deeper.
It seemed that he wasn't the only one with this feeling.
On the first day of the war, one hundred Konoha ninjas died, and among these hundred ninjas, there were fifteen Uchiha clansmen.
The number of deaths on the second day, Uchiha clansmen began to reach twenty.
At first, although Fugaku Uchiha felt a little sad, he didn't think much.
After all, the battlefield was ruthless, and various accidents happened frequently. Even if the number of deaths of his own clansmen was a bit high, it was considered normal.
But who knew, on the third day, obviously only fought with Mist ninjas for a morning, and the battle situation was not very fierce.
The number of clan deaths reached as high as sixty!
And on the fourth day, it climbed to eighty.
If he still didn't detect any problems, then Fugaku Uchiha could hang himself.
Fugaku Uchiha looked at everyone, frowned and thought for a while, and finally decided to state his conclusion:
"Someone is messing with us behind our backs."
As soon as these words came out, a dozen Uchiha clansmen stood up in surprise immediately.
But they didn't scream.
Uchiha clansmen who could participate in the meeting here were all elites who had opened the Three Tomoe. They still had this control.
A Uchiha clansman looking in his early twenties frowned and asked:
"Brother Fugaku, who is messing with us?"
Uchiha was the strongest clan in Konoha. Who dared to provoke them?
Fugaku Uchiha didn't say anything, but stood up and walked out of the tent. He looked around and found no one nearby.
Seeing this, the two Uchiha clansmen guarding the tent entrance asked somewhat puzzledly:
"Lord Fugaku?"
"Nothing. Stay alert. Once other ninjas approach, notify us immediately."
After saying this, Fugaku Uchiha turned back into the tent.
After sitting down again, looking at the clansmen around who were staring at him intently.
Fugaku Uchiha signaled everyone to look at the ground, then he wrote a character gently on the wet ground with his finger.
After writing this character, Fugaku Uchiha immediately erased the character and continued to write the next character.
After writing two characters, just a few seconds later, he wiped all the handwriting clean.
The dozen Uchiha clansmen around looked nervously at Fugaku Uchiha.
Although the two characters Fugaku Uchiha just wrote were erased quickly, they saw them clearly.
Fugaku Uchiha said calmly:
"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be those few characters I wrote."
The young man who spoke first said with some fear:
"Brother Fugaku, then what should we do? If it's really like this, we will probably all die here..."
They didn't doubt Fugaku Uchiha's guess because they also knew that this possibility was the greatest.
Fugaku Uchiha suppressed the nameless anger in his heart and said indifferently:
"Currently, don't know whether it's done by the whole or an individual, but according to my guess, it should be done by an individual."
"I have no way either. Once on the battlefield, it's not up to us. Can only be careful."
He spoke very obscurely.
Even if someone was really hiding around eavesdropping on their conversation at this time, they would definitely not know what they were referring to.
Ten minutes later.
Watching everyone disperse, Fugaku Uchiha's expression became cold.
The Mangekyō Sharingan in the shape of a five-pointed windmill appeared in his eyes, rotating constantly.
If it were ten days ago, Fugaku Uchiha would really be helpless.
But now evolving into Mangekyō Sharingan, if they really dared to mess with him.
Fugaku Uchiha would definitely make those guys come and never return.
He closed his eyes silently. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had become normal black pupils.
The time was not ripe yet. As long as the time was ripe, he would definitely teach Konoha high-level officials a lesson.
...
"You are too anxious. I'm afraid they have become vigilant."
Orochimaru shook the Sharingan in the bottle in his left hand admiringly, his voice lazy.
The man in black standing next to Orochimaru snorted coldly, and an emotionless voice came from his mouth:
"So what if they become vigilant?"
"We do it very cleanly every time, and they didn't find anything unusual from the corpses. They will absolutely not suspect us."
Orochimaru shook his head and said nothing more.
Anyway, even if something went wrong, it wouldn't involve him.
After the man in black left, Orochimaru continued to look admiringly at the Sharingan in the bottle.
Although only Three Tomoe, not much use to him.
But he could take this opportunity to study the mysteries deep in the Uchiha bloodline, and also try experiments with the First Hokage's cells.
...
In Tsunade's tent in the distance.
Two of Tsunade's shadow clones were standing at the tent entrance looking around vigilantly.
Around the tent, there were several shadow clones of Tsunade standing guard.
Twenty meters away from the tent, there were also several shadow clones of Tsunade.
Once any ninja approached within twenty meters of the tent, the shadow clones would politely drive them away.
Tsunade's main body sat in the clean tent.
Her clothes half exposed, her face flushed, she exhaled a long breath.
Tsunade released the hands holding her breasts tightly.
Staggered to the wooden bucket prepared beside her, climbed in, and began to wash her body.
The routine task of three times a day given by Rasa had also been completed by two-thirds.
Although the price, which was not considered a price, was that her milk volume every day was more than the previous day.
The milk volume of the two breasts combined the day before yesterday was only two cups.
Yesterday it became three cups.
Today it became three and a half cups.
If this increase continued.
Probably in another month, wouldn't it produce several liters a day?
Then she would become a veritable milk cow by then.
Thinking of these things, Tsunade shook her head distressingly, throwing the strange thoughts to the back of her mind.
Tsunade sat in the wooden bucket full of warm water, closed her eyes, and abandoned various distracting thoughts in her mind.
Quietly feeling the aftertaste after doing manual work alone.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and muttered to herself somewhat complainingly:
"Haven't contacted me for five days. Sure enough, a bastard who eats clean and refuses to admit..."
Saying this like a resentful woman, Tsunade closed her eyes silently, murmuring:
"Should I call him over tonight..."
Even wanting to abandon various distracting thoughts and enjoy the bath quietly.
But Rasa's figure always emerged in Tsunade's mind.
Thinking of Rasa, a strange blush appeared on Tsunade's face again.
She pursed her lips and extended her plain white hands, probing towards her lower body soaked in warm water...
...
Mist Ninja Village, somewhere in a heavily guarded secret hospital.
A dozen medical ninjas and several Jonin specializing in sealing looked nervously at the boy lying on the bed.
Behind these medical ninjas.
The high-level officials of the Mist Ninja Village also gathered together, looking nervously at the boy.
Under the gaze of so many eyes, the boy opened his eyes slowly.
Standing among the Mist high-level officials, the devastatingly charming Mei Terumī saw at a glance that the boy's eyes were very clear, without any sign of losing control.
She breathed a sigh of relief and whispered:
"Lord Fourth, how do you feel now?"
Yagura extended his tender hands, stroking his stomach gently.
Then he stood up easily, got out of bed, and said confidently:
"Not bad. Tailed Beasts are not that difficult to control."
As soon as the words fell.
A red Chakra cloak emerged from Yagura's body immediately.
And within a breath, three blood-red tails rose behind him.
Half a second later, the Chakra cloak on Yagura disappeared instantly.
Watching their Mizukage control the Tailed Beast Chakra so easily and freely.
The Mist high-level officials widened their eyes in surprise instantly.
Even though they had learned from medical ninjas earlier that the Mizukage was very compatible with the Three-Tails.
But they never expected that the Mizukage controlled the Tailed Beast Chakra so easily.
Looking at the boy in front of them, a thought popped up in their minds invariably.
"Perfect Jinchūriki!"
Feeling the Chakra constantly emerging in his body, seemingly inexhaustible, Yagura showed an excited smile:
"Why are you all looking at me like this? Since I have successfully controlled the Three-Tails, there is no need to endure anymore."
"Starting tomorrow, the Mist Ninja Village changes from defense to offense!"
Stone Ninja Village.
Onoki looked at the young man in front of him, nodding with satisfaction:
"How is it? With more than ten days of familiarity, you should have almost mastered the Five-Tails, right?"
The young man looking in his twenties with a steady face nodded silently.
Seeing this, Onoki floated dozens of centimeters off the ground with satisfaction, patting the young man's shoulder hard.
Not long ago, the former Five-Tails Jinchūriki Han was made out of control by Konoha's Uchiha, his life in danger.
The Stone Ninja Village urgently looked for suitable excellent ninjas and began to transplant the Five-Tails.
Fortunately, everything went smoothly.
Except for the first two ninjas who died due to maladaptation.
The third ninja, the young man in front of him, finally successfully controlled the Five-Tails.
Although far inferior to Han's control, he could also be put on the battlefield.
"Not bad. Finally, no accident happened. Just follow that kid Yagura's proposal, attack massively at the same time in a few days."
"That old man Sarutobi definitely wouldn't expect us to play cards against common sense."