Naruto: Scourge of the Ninja World

At this moment, Kumogakure had already descended into chaos, with the Eight-Tails in full rampage, its crimson eyes glowing violently.

In the distance, a female ninja watched the scene before her with a cheerful smile.

"Tail Beast... Jinchūriki... Heh heh..."

"Just like Chizan-kun said, a Jinchūriki who can't control their Tailed Beast is utterly unthreatening."

"With just a few tricks, you can have them dancing in the palm of your hand."

"But Chizan-kun, there's one thing you were wrong about. While Tailed Beasts themselves can't be controlled, if we use their cells to create something, the replicas we make are fully controllable."

This woman was none other than Orochimaru, who had infiltrated Kumogakure in disguise.

And the rampaging Eight-Tails before her was her handiwork.

Led by the Third Raikage, Kumogakure's shinobi were trying to suppress the rampaging Eight-Tails. The intensity of the battle was so fierce that even Orochimaru couldn't help but feel a touch of awe.

"Only by holding controllable strength in one's own hands can one achieve true success!"

"Chizan-kun, just wait. Who knows, maybe we'll soon possess the power of the Tailed Beasts ourselves!"

...

Far away in the Land of Grass, Gekko Chizan knew nothing of what was happening in Kumogakure.

He was currently inside a gambling hall.

Surrounded by a crowd of gamblers, he could feel the passion and excitement boiling in the air.

"Place your bets!"

As the dealer gave the signal, everyone rushed to place their chips.

"Hey, Chizan, why are we even here? All this shouting and noise—what's the fun in that?"

Gekko Chizan ignored Chōmei's complaint, walked over to the dealer, crouched down, and took out the counterfeit money he had prepared in advance using Transformation Techniques.

In a flash, he completed the swap.

"Done."

What's the greatest advantage of Transparent Release? Isn't it that no one can detect it?

It's hard to pull anything in one's own village—too many familiar faces.

But in the Land of Grass? About to become a battlefield anyway—what's the use of money then? Might as well donate it somewhere useful.

Having pocketed the cash, Gekko Chizan retreated to a nearby tree and began counting the money.

"So boring. Brat, why are you so obsessed with those slips of paper?"

Chōmei lazily watched Gekko Chizan count his money.

"You don't get it, Chōmei. These aren't slips of paper—they're money."

"You can't live without this stuff."

"Nice—400,000 ryō. That should last for a while."

Of course, swiping this money wasn't just for fun—it was for attributes.

He was ready to harvest. The moment the gambling hall discovered their money had turned into leaves, that would be when the attribute points rolled in.

It might not be much, but even a fly is still meat!

He'd been in the Land of Grass for a week now. He had seen plenty of Iwagakure shinobi, but not a single Jinchūriki.

Nor had he found Iwagakure's temporary base.

But he wasn't worried at all—searching while playing was just his style.

The 50,000 ryō given by Sarutobi Hiruzen had already been spent.

To keep the money flowing, and with the noble excuse of "eliminating evil and promoting good," he had set his sights on all the gambling dens in the Land of Grass.

And look—first operation, 400,000 in the bag. Glorious.

"Hmm? What's that?"

Suddenly, Gekko Chizan felt a tremor from afar, and then a puff of white smoke appeared in the sky.

"Chizan! That's it—that's the Boil Release of Kokuō!"

"Hurry! The Jinchūriki of Kokuō must be over there!"

"Hey, wait—why aren't you moving? Come on, move it, Chizan!"

Chōmei sounded excited, urging Gekko Chizan to head over immediately.

"Tch. Chōmei, could you be any more obvious?"

"You're just trying to go over there and watch the show, aren't you?"

Having his thoughts exposed didn't bother Chōmei at all—he was bored out of his mind. A show would be perfect.

"Fine, let's go. After all, the mission is to scout this Jinchūriki."

"Let's see how this one stacks up."

...

In the forest not far away, a small-scale battle had just ended.

Han, the Five-Tails' Jinchūriki, grabbed a ninja by the neck with one hand and lifted him high off the ground.

"Hmph. What's a Kumogakure shinobi doing in the Land of Grass?"

"Aren't you lot busy stirring up trouble in the Land of Hot Water? What, looking to take a cut here too?"

The Kumogakure ninja, his throat clenched, had just opened his mouth when—

Crack!

With a burst of brutal force, Han crushed the ninja's neck.

"Next time, speak faster. I've got a temper."

He casually flung the corpse aside, then took a deep breath to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

Clearly, he didn't have quite the control over the Tailed Beast that he claimed.

"All units, increase patrols across the Land of Grass. If you spot any Kumogakure shinobi—kill on sight!"

With his order, the surrounding Iwagakure shinobi instantly dispersed.

This scene was witnessed just in time by the newly arrived Gekko Chizan.

"Whoa. That's some insane strength. I feel like I'm looking at Tsunade-sama..."

Everyone knew Tsunade's monstrous strength was unmatched, but clearly, she wasn't the only powerhouse around. This guy could go toe-to-toe with her in raw strength.

"Seriously? Someone strong enough to match Kokuō in strength? You joking, Chizan brat?"

"Why would I lie? She's from the Senju clan—what do you expect?"

The moment Chōmei heard "Senju clan," he shut up immediately. Back in the day, he and the other eight had all been thoroughly beaten down by one human.

That human was Senju Hashirama...

He still remembered it clearly. That guy conjured a wooden giant, grabbed his tail, and used him like a kite...

Nope. Don't remember. Remembering hurts. Too many tears!

Meanwhile, Gekko Chizan was observing the Jinchūriki closely.

Han, an elite shinobi of Iwagakure, his full strength unknown—undoubtedly a formidable opponent.

But right now, this Jinchūriki seemed unstable. Maybe there was an opportunity here.

Looking at the armor Han wore, Chizan grinned slyly.

"Chōmei, look at that armor he's wearing."

"Huh? What's so special about it? Just a bunch of rings—ugly as hell."

"Look closer. Don't you notice anything?"

"Look closer...? Let me see... Hm? Hmm??? Holes!"

Gekko Chizan beamed, a bright and radiant smile.

At first, Chōmei didn't get it. But after spending so much time with Gekko Chizan, even his bug-brain started working.

Looking at the holes in the armor, he understood!

"A-hahaha! Chizan, you little devil!"

"What about powder? I guarantee I can clog up every single exhaust port he's got!"

Gekko Chizan nodded vigorously.

"Clogging them isn't enough. Chōmei, does your powder have any hallucinogenic properties?"

"I don't know the first thing about genjutsu. I'm counting on you."

Triggering a Jinchūriki into a genjutsu was the quickest way to stir up their inner Tailed Beast.

If they were a perfect Jinchūriki, they could use the Tailed Beast's chakra to break free of genjutsu.

But if not, the moment they fell into one, they'd be at risk of losing control.

Honestly, birds of a feather flock together.

Chizan's thinking matched Orochimaru's perfectly—no wonder they ended up as master and disciple...

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