reincarnated in the world of naruto

While we rested for a while after the mission, I took the opportunity to eat something. Sayuri approached with her tray in hand and, after a brief pause, asked:

—Hey, can I eat with you?

I responded with a slight nod, and she sat in front of me. As we shared our meal, she broke the silence:

—How do you feel about all of this?

I looked at her curiously and asked:

—What do you mean, Sayuri?

—The battle —she replied in a low voice—. I noticed how you carried the bodies last night.

I remained calm and answered:

—It's normal for something like that to happen.

Sayuri slightly frowned before asking:

—Doesn't it make you feel sorry?

I sighed a little before replying:

—Yes, it does. But I see it with skepticism. They fulfilled their mission in battle, and I honor their bodies by bringing them back to where they belong.

She observed me attentively and commented:

—You have a cold perspective... but also a merciful one.

—Do you think this will ever end? —she asked then, with a certain melancholy.

I paused, reflecting. Finally, I responded firmly:

—It will end, and we will emerge victorious.

After that, I took a deep breath and decided to change the subject.

—But, Sayuri, let's talk about something else. For example, what do you like, what don't you like? What are your dreams?

She seemed surprised by the change but soon smiled, amused.

—Well, you're right —she said—. Let's see… I love the grills at the Akimichi restaurant, they're the best! I also enjoy training to surpass my limits and spending time with Terzhi and Banji. Hehe.

She paused before frowning.

—What I don't like are arrogant people. And even less, those deranged and disgusting ones... you know, the ones you see all the time in war.

I saw how her face hardened for a moment, but then she smiled slightly.

—My dream is to be powerful, to protect the clan and provide aid to Konoha. But above all, I want my clan to live in peace and harmony with the village.

I looked at her intently and smirked.

—You have beautiful thoughts, Sayuri.

She blushed slightly but then dared to ask me:

—And yours?

Her gaze was full of curiosity as she waited for my response.

—My tastes are simple. I like order, cooking—it relaxes me a lot—and experimenting with my training. Oh, and of course, I'm a fan of Ichiraku's ramen. Those special soups are incredible.

I smiled a little as I spoke, though my mind drifted toward darker thoughts.

—And what I don't like? Well... I hate war, traitors, and manipulative people. To me, they're like rats. —My tone hardened, remembering figures like Danzō and those responsible for the tragedies in this world—. My dream...

I paused and sighed before continuing.

—My dream is simple: to survive the present and future of this world.

Sayuri stared at me and commented, laughing:

—What a strange dream... but you have good tastes.

Suddenly, our voices fell silent as we heard Fugaku's firm voice.

—Vigilance team, gather up!

We all approached the clan leader, who stood at the center of the camp. Fugaku, with his usual authoritarian and calculating air, began to speak:

—We have assessed the enemy's movements. The next step will be to reinforce our positions on the flanks.

He looked at each of us, evaluating us carefully before continuing:

—Arata, Sayuri, you will support Bruhil in the west.

I looked at Bruhil, a robust man of about 28 years, with a serious expression. Then I turned my attention back to Fugaku and nodded in acknowledgment.

Bruhil let out a slight derisive laugh and said in a deep voice:

—Brats, let's go. I hope you don't slow me down.

Sayuri and I exchanged a quick glance before following him.

After a long walk, we finally arrived at the attack point. Bruhil, with his careless tone, addressed me:

—Hey, sensor brat, how many are there?

I answered after a brief pause:

—About 24... Are you strong? Because there are a lot.

Sayuri, meanwhile, remained silent, just listening.

Bruhil let out his characteristic laugh, the kind that always seemed to show confidence and a bit of mockery. With a nonchalant expression and a sideways grin, he glanced at me while adjusting his forehead protector.

—Brat, I love being underestimated —he said, letting out another rough laugh—. I've faced more ninjas in my life than you can count. Relax and trust me.

Sayuri, who had remained quiet until now, stepped forward with an uncertain expression. Her voice trembled a bit as she asked:

—Bruhil, what am I supposed to do?

He observed her carefully, crossing his arms with a serious air.

—You'll be the bait, brat. That's what we need to lure those stupid Suna ninjas out of hiding.

Fear reflected in Sayuri's eyes upon hearing those words.

—The bait? And what if I don't make it back?

Bruhil patted her shoulder as if trying to dispel her fears. His voice, though firm, attempted to sound reassuring:

—Don't worry. This old wolf always has a plan. Listen carefully: you'll approach from the southern flank, where they are more scattered. Make some noise, throw a couple of kunai, and make them believe we're a disorganized group. Meanwhile, we'll set traps in the terrain. When they move, we ambush them.

Sayuri slowly nodded, though the fear was still evident in her gaze. Her eyes met mine, as if seeking silent support.

That's when I spoke.

—Bruhil, there's something you need to know. One of them has a different chakra, much stronger than the others. He's not an ordinary ninja.

Bruhil's face instantly changed, his gaze turning serious.

—That complicates things a bit, but it doesn't change the plan. Arata, stay alert. We need to know where that guy is at all times. Sayuri, follow my instructions, but if things get bad, come back to us immediately. We'll handle it.

I looked at Sayuri, trying to reassure her with a firm nod.

—You won't be alone —I told her, hoping to give her some peace of mind—. We'll be ready to act if anything goes wrong.

Bruhil raised his hand, pointing in the direction while speaking in his usual commanding tone:

—It's time to make those Suna scum regret crossing paths with us. Move out, team!

The team split into positions, and the tension was palpable in the air. Sayuri, taking a deep breath, headed towards the southern flank, her fear evident but her determination growing. Meanwhile, I remained alert, relying on my sensory abilities to detect any changes.

Danger was imminent, but we all knew that our preparation would make the difference between victory and disaster.

Sayuri slowly advanced towards the southern flank, throwing a couple of kunai with quick but clumsy movements, making enough noise to draw attention. The Suna ninjas, just as we expected, began to move, believing they had caught us off guard. One of them, leading the small group, signaled to advance, while others split in different directions.

From my position, I watched as Bruhil's trap activated with precision. A rope hidden beneath the leaves suddenly tightened, and a row of kunai tied to explosive tags shot toward the first two enemies. The impact was immediate and brutal: one of them fell to the ground as his torso was torn apart, his entrails spilling out like discarded waste. The other, covered in burns from the explosions, tried to scream but only managed a guttural sound before collapsing.

Bruhil moved fast, faster than anyone could anticipate for someone with his robust build. He appeared behind another ninja, who barely had time to turn before feeling a kunai pierce his throat. Blood spurted like a dark, thick spring, soaking the ground as Bruhil slashed the tendon in his leg to ensure he couldn't move before dying.

Meanwhile, Sayuri carried out her role reluctantly. The enemy ninjas approached her cautiously, unaware that they were walking straight into our trap. One of them misstepped onto a previously placed explosive seal mine. The blast was so violent that his body was torn in half, with his torso flying several meters before landing with a dull thud.

A ninja tried to retreat upon realizing the ambush, but it was too late. The seal expanded rapidly, enveloping the enemy in a whirlwind of fire. Agonized screams filled the air as the ninja fell to the ground, his skin melting under the flames.

Bruhil, covered in foreign blood, turned to me with a fierce smile.

"What did I tell you, kid? This is just a game to me."

However, my attention wasn't on him.

Through my perception, I sensed that the ninja with unusual chakra still hadn't moved.

He remained still, as if watching from the shadows, waiting for the right moment to intervene.

"Bruhil, the strong one is still there!" I warned, pointing in the direction.

"I know," he replied, wiping the blood off his face with the back of his hand. "Let him watch for now. Soon, it'll be his turn."

The battle continued. Bruhil intercepted another enemy, but not before the ninja launched an Earth Release jutsu, causing spears to emerge from the ground. One nearly pierced Bruhil's leg, but he dodged.

Before the ninja could follow up, Bruhil appeared in front of him, driving a kunai through his heart. The enemy let out a gasp before collapsing, blood flowing down the kunai as Bruhil pushed him aside.

The massacre continued as Suna's ninjas fell one after another, each death more grotesque than the last. Some were decapitated, others impaled, and others simply torn apart by the traps we had set.

However, an unsettling feeling lingered in the air.

The different life energy was still there.

Unmoving.

It was clear that the real challenge had yet to begin.

Then, the dead ninjas began to rise. Their corpses twitched with inhuman spasms, their bodies contorted like puppets made of flesh and bone. Some still had their organs hanging out, flies already beginning to buzz around them, but that didn't stop them from standing again, controlled by the jonin's chakra threads. Their slack heads and empty eyes made them look even more grotesque, as if death itself had not been enough for them.

Bruhil activated his three-tomoe Sharingan, his crimson eyes reflecting the glow of the chakra threads controlling the bodies. With a wild grin, he clicked his tongue.

"So, puppets... Interesting. Sayuri, be careful."

Before she could react, one of the corpses, a man with half his face melted from the previous explosion, lunged at me with impossible speed. His jaw hung from only one side, revealing blackened teeth that snapped shut in an attempt to bite me. I had no time to dodge. A solid blow to my stomach sent me flying several meters, crashing into a tree with a sickening crunch.

My vision blurred for a moment. When I managed to focus again, I saw Sayuri frozen in place, her eyes wide with terror. A corpse with a shredded torso was approaching her with outstretched arms, leaving a trail of dark, sticky fluids on the ground. Sayuri was about to be attacked.

But before it could reach her, Bruhil appeared in a flash. With a single brutal kick, he shattered the corpse's skull, making the head explode in a rain of bone fragments and brain matter. The remains of the body fell with a wet splatter.

Bruhil laughed, a mix of excitement and madness.

"Let's see if you can keep up with me, third-rate puppeteer."

The enemy jonin, hidden in the shadows, finally stepped forward. His eyes reflected pure insanity, and a trembling smile stretched across his face.

"Well... now that you're done playing with my toys..." His voice shook with uncontrollable frenzy. "It's time for the real game."

With a manic scream, he moved his fingers with precision. Immediately, the five corpses surrounding me began to move in perfect synchronization, their broken bodies defying any biological logic. They watched me with hollow sockets, waiting for orders.

I took a deep breath, feeling my pulse quicken. The blood in my mouth had a metallic taste, but I didn't care.

"Well... let's see what my left eye can do."

Restriction.

A distorted aura enveloped the battlefield.

The corpses stopped for a second... and then the horror began.

Time around them bent and collapsed. Their bodies were pulled into an invisible vortex, and the same seconds repeated over and over again in an endless cycle. Their bones cracked and rebuilt in an infinite loop, their torn flesh mended only to rip apart again.

One of them tried to move, but his jaw

locked in an unnatural position, his teeth

sinking into his own tongue and piercing it

like a metal spike.

Another corpse, a kunoichi with an exposed torso, fell to her knees as her stomach swelled and collapsed in an endless repetition, as if her insides were being crushed by an invisible force. Her intestines stretched, retracted, and stretched again, in a scene straight out of an unending nightmare.

The third one attempted to move, but his body was trapped in fragmented time. His limbs bent and stretched in impossible ways, his fingers elongated and shrank like melted wax. His neck twisted so many times that the skin tore, leaving only broken vertebrae connected by twisted strips of flesh.

The bodies trapped in the time cycle began to writhe faster. One of them, a man with an exposed ribcage, had his bones break and heal repeatedly. Finally, his body couldn't withstand the pressure anymore... and exploded in a cloud of flesh, scattering rib fragments and organs in all directions.

The others didn't take long to follow. One by one, the corpses broke beyond repair. Their flesh boiled, melted, and rebuilt in a meaningless cycle until their bodies collapsed into unrecognizable piles of pulsing meat and blackened blood.

When the technique ended, the ground was covered in smoldering remains. What were once ninjas were now heaps of unrecognizable flesh, still faintly twitching, as if their cells hadn't realized they were already dead.

I wiped the blood from my mouth, looking at the results of my ability, and told myself: /guess they ended up like that because they were corpses.

I turned back to the battlefield and spoke: "Let's begin. Let's see how this battle unfolds."