Naruto :Madam, You Don’t Want Anything To Happen To Sasuke, Right?

Chapter 165: Chapter 165: An Unexpected Turn of Events



"Ah!"

With a startled cry, Chojuro was struck again.

He braced himself for the searing pain of being torn apart by a horde of serpents.

But strangely, the brutal snakes didn't behave as they had before. Instead of biting into him, they coiled around his limbs and torso, restraining him tightly, rendering him completely immobile.

Kimimaro, seeing Chojuro trapped, immediately rushed to help—but in doing so, he exposed an opening. Without warning, more snakes shot out and bound him as well. In the blink of an eye, he too was immobilized, tightly wrapped and unable to move a single muscle.

Uzumaki Karin watched helplessly as her two comrades—who had fought beside her through days and nights in the Forest of Death—were captured. The fury and frustration in her chest surged violently.

She hated her own weakness. Hated how utterly useless she felt in this moment.

"Karin, run!"

"Go! Leave us!"

Kimimaro and Chojuro shouted with everything they had.

Both of them were already restrained. Escape was out of the question.

Karin's strength was limited—if she stayed, she would only suffer the same fate.

There was no reason for her to go down with them. She had to escape if she still could.

But for some reason… Karin didn't move.

"Hah... Trying to run?" The Grass ninja sneered coldly. "It's not going to be that easy."

With a swift motion, he unleashed the same jutsu as before.

"Shadow Snake Limbs!"

Suddenly, an ocean of snakes with bloody fangs surged toward Karin with terrifying speed.

Kimimaro and Chojuro's expressions twisted in panic.

"Karin!! Run! Hurry—go!!"

But Karin stood still.

She didn't flinch. Didn't retreat. Didn't even blink.

Then, crimson chakra exploded from her body.

A shimmering coat of deep red chakra enveloped her frame, surging violently and radiating heat and fury. From behind her, a red tail of chakra extended outward, writhing like a living thing.

In an instant, the wave of serpents reached her.

Kimimaro and Chojuro, when they had faced these same snakes, could barely defend themselves—yet Karin remained still. She didn't even lift a finger.

The snakes slammed into the cloak of red chakra and died on contact, burning into ashes and evaporating into the air.

Karin slowly raised her head.

There was no fear in her eyes. Only a cold, maddening calm—detached, almost feral. Her delicate features twisted into a snarl, and with a single wave of her hand, she slashed the red chakra toward Kimimaro and Chojuro.

In a violent surge, the snakes binding them were obliterated.

Both of them were freed—shocked, panting, eyes wide with disbelief.

Neither of them understood what had just happened.

They didn't know how Karin had entered this form, or where such power had come from.

"I won't let you hurt my comrades," Karin growled, her voice guttural and hoarse, filled with fury.

As she spoke, the red chakra boiled around her like flames, intensifying. A second tail burst forth behind her, snapping through the air.

The Grass ninja froze, eyebrows raised in astonishment. "A Jinchūriki…?"

Even with his experience, it took him a moment to process it.

But the surprise didn't last long.

It wasn't enough to deter him.

"Well, well… Another Jinchūriki. Didn't expect that," he hissed, his long tongue flickering between his lips. "Are they just handing them out like candy now?"

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as a wide, malicious grin spread across his face.

"Let's see how the Six-Tails' host from the Hidden Mist stacks up against the Nine-Tails brat!"

In a flash, the ninja vanished.

When he reappeared, he was no longer in human form.

He had transformed into a monstrous green serpent—thick, scaly, with glowing yellow eyes and fangs like daggers. His enormous form writhed and coiled as he hissed and lunged toward Karin.

Seeing this, Kimimaro and Chojuro immediately dropped their hesitation.

They no longer entertained any thought of retreat.

If the enemy had been someone close to their level, they might've considered a tactical withdrawal—but this opponent was a monster.

Fighting him now was tantamount to suicide.

But abandoning Karin? That wasn't an option.

They didn't even know if she could hear them anymore.

Her transformation... her voice... her chakra—it all pointed to one terrifying truth: she had lost control.

She wasn't Karin anymore. She was the Six-Tails incarnate.

And so, they didn't run.

They stood beside her.

If she burned, they would burn with her.

As the snake's massive form lunged, Kimimaro and Chojuro struck with all their might—one with his Shikotsumyaku bone blade, the other with his massive broadsword.

Their blades landed cleanly, slicing through the serpent's body and slamming it to the ground with a deafening crash.

For a moment, there was silence.

The monster didn't move.

They began to breathe again.

But too soon.

From within the belly of the downed serpent, something stirred.

Suddenly, the flesh tore open—and the Grass ninja emerged, soaked in blood and bile, crawling out like a newborn demon.

Only now, he was no longer human.

His lower body had completely transformed into a massive serpent's tail, his torso grotesquely twisted. A pair of arms ended in clawed fingers, and his head remained human, but deformed—elongated, pale, with slitted eyes.

They didn't know what this monstrous opponent truly was—nor did they have time to think about it—but they had no choice. They had to face him head-on.

A sharp, metallic clang rang out as weapons clashed, each impact sparking fiercely even beneath the afternoon sun. Kimimaro's bone sword met the enemy's blade with all his might, while Chojuro's massive broadsword followed through with relentless force.

But it wasn't enough.

Even two-on-one, the outcome was brutally one-sided. Within moments, Kimimaro and Chojuro were struck down again, breathless and bloodied, utterly outmatched.

The ninja from the Hidden Grass Village sneered as he stared down at the last one left standing.

Karin.

She was now in her half–tailed beast form—her red chakra cloak swirling violently, two thick tails whipping behind her. Her chakra flared like a living firestorm, and yet the Grass ninja didn't flinch. If anything, he seemed amused.

"Wait!" Kimimaro suddenly shouted hoarsely, struggling to get back to his feet.

"You want the Earth Scroll, right? We'll give it to you!"

Every ninja in the Forest of Death was a participant in the Chūnin Exams, thrown into a merciless battle royale for the two scrolls—Heaven and Earth. Only those with both could advance. That was the rule.

Kimimaro hoped that giving up their scroll would satisfy this freak.

Even he knew that this wasn't likely. The enemy was too strong, too strange. He clearly wasn't after the exam's prize.

But when desperation sinks in, even fools' hopes become worth chasing.

As he spoke, Kimimaro pulled the scrolls from his tattered cloak and tossed them toward the Grass ninja.

"Kimimaro…" Chojuro said under his breath, eyes narrowing.

He didn't believe for a second that handing over the scroll would save them. Someone this powerful didn't need to play games. If he wanted the scroll, he could've taken it long ago.

But when he saw the look in Kimimaro's eyes, he understood. It wasn't about hope—it was about stalling, gambling on even the smallest chance of survival.

The scrolls landed at the enemy's feet.

The Grass ninja picked them up, looked at them—and smirked.

With a casual flick of his fingers, the scrolls crumbled into dust. Shredded bits of paper floated down like snow, scattered on the bloodstained earth.

Clearly, just as they feared—he didn't give a damn about the scrolls.

Kimimaro's heart sank.

Then, without warning, two serpentine tendrils shot toward them—snakes conjured from chakra, moving so fast they were little more than blurs.

Kimimaro and Chojuro were no amateurs. They were elite genin, perhaps even stronger than most Chūnin. But against this monster?

They couldn't even react.

They didn't dodge. They didn't counter. They simply stood there as death bore down on them.

In that moment, a terrifying truth crashed over them: this Grass ninja hadn't been trying until now. All this time, he'd been holding back, toying with them like prey. That last attack was the first real one.

And it could've killed them instantly.

This... This was no genin. This was no participant in the Chūnin Exams. This man didn't belong here. He wasn't part of this game.

"ROAR!!"

Karin's voice tore through the battlefield like a beast's cry.

Even half-conscious, the fury inside her surged at the sight of her teammates being attacked. She didn't know where she was or what she had become—but one thought burned through the madness:

Protect them.

That one instinct snapped through her fog of rage.

With a feral scream, she lunged toward the enemy.

The red chakra flared even stronger, blazing like wildfire as her second tail twisted and cracked the earth. Her eyes were wild, feral.

But the Grass ninja didn't even flinch.

He didn't move until Karin was right in front of him. Then, with a single hand sign—

"Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!"

A massive blaze exploded point-blank.

Karin screamed, struck directly. Her body was hurled back, engulfed in flames, and slammed into the trees behind.

She fell, unmoving.

Kimimaro's face went pale.

Chojuro clenched his fists, veins bulging with helpless rage.

That was it.

She was out. They all were.

None of them had realized how completely outmatched they were until now.

They'd fought wars, survived assassins, even faced Tailed Beasts—yet now, against one single ninja… they felt like helpless children.

The Grass ninja laughed softly to himself, his snake-like tongue flicking.

"The Six-Tails' Jinchūriki from the Hidden Mist… not bad," he mused. "But still too young. Too raw."

He sauntered toward Karin's unconscious body, crouching beside her as the red chakra cloak began to flicker and fade.

"Red hair… Uzumaki clan, huh?" he whispered, licking his lips with his grotesque, pointed tongue. "No wonder she became a Jinchūriki. That body... that chakra network... it's enviable."

His voice oozed with something foul. Not just lust—but obsession.

Kimimaro and Chojuro's eyes went wide.

"Stop! What the hell are you doing!?" Chojuro screamed, forcing himself to his feet despite the pain. "Get away from her!"

"KARIN!!"

They rushed forward—but the Grass ninja ignored them completely.

He reached out.

But before his hand could touch her, Karin's eyes snapped open.

And what he saw made his blood run cold.

Her irises had turned a deep, glowing red. Three black magatama rotated in her pupils—then shifted, morphing together into a fan-shaped blade of pitch black.

Mangekyō Sharingan.

The Grass ninja froze.

His body locked up like a puppet with its strings cut. His face twisted in pure, unfiltered fear.

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