Naruto: I Have Cursed Spirits!

[Multiple emotional signatures detected]

[Rage: +1000 points]

[Fear: +8000 points]

[Hatred: +5000 points]

The notification readings never stopped appearing in Shiratori's mind.

He looked at the scene before him with a complex expression.

Mahito's hands landed on two Suna ninjas. This time, there was no explosion. But the two ninjas began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye.

One ninja's legs were forcibly fused together into a thick tail. His spine bent backward into an exaggerated arc. The pain on his face disappeared instantly, and he charged at a nearby Suna ninja at high speed, mouth open.

The other ninja's head elongated, his mouth splitting open all the way to his ears, filled with shark-like sharp teeth. His limbs transformed into the shape of a frog's.

The Suna ninjas transformed by Mahito into modified beings had no sanity, only a violent and instinctual urge to kill.

They charged at their former comrades, their sharp teeth tearing into the bodies of those they once fought beside.

"Mon... monster!"

"Stay away from me!"

"It's me! AH!"

"What's wrong with you... AHH!"

A modified being's gaping, tooth-filled mouth clamped down on a Suna ninja's shoulder, thrashing and tearing like a crazed crocodile.

[Multiple emotional signatures detected]

[Fear detected]

[Total accumulated: 35,000 points]

[Energy transferred to Hanami]

[Development progress: 52.5%]

[Hatred detected]

[Total accumulated: 21,000 points]

[Energy transferred to Mahito]

[Development progress: 47%]

[Rage detected]

[Total accumulated: 11,000 points]

[Energy transferred to Jogo]

[Development progress: 41%]

Shiratori: "..."

Mahito wasn't just farming emotion points for himself, he was also farming them for his fellow cursed spirits. These three sure were connected. His smile never left his face. He watched the chaos like it was a circus show, laughing with high-pitched glee.

Shiratori finally understood why Mahito was titled a special grade cursed spirit.

When Mahito appeared before him in person and modified humans right before his eyes, that pure, extreme malice left him utterly shocked. His laughter echoed across the battlefield as he gleefully observed the "performance" of each of his modified humans.

There were fewer and fewer standing Suna ninjas.

The Ame ninjas stood silently off to the side, watching the scene unfold.

Even though they had experienced countless bloody battlefields, they were deeply shaken by this horrific and logic-defying spectacle.

Kuroi's knuckles turned slightly white from how tightly his fists were clenched.

He had seen Hanzō's poison mist devour life, seen ninjutsu grind ninjas into pulp, but he had never seen... this kind of scene, where living people were twisted into monsters and sent to tear apart their own comrades.

Shiratori observed the expressions of the surrounding Ame ninjas.

This can't go on.

Even though Mahito was helping him collect emotion points on the battlefield, in return, Mahito was affecting his image in the minds of the Ame ninjas.

That wasn't helpful for collecting positive emotional points.

A deep purple vortex appeared behind Mahito. His smiling face paused. He turned to look at Shiratori.

The next second, his figure was swallowed by the vortex.

"See you next time~"

His voice echoed from within the vortex.

After Mahito disappeared, it was like all the air was drained from Shiratori's body. He collapsed to one knee, unable to stay upright.

"Shiratori!"

His movement immediately caught Kuroi's attention.

In a flash, Kuroi appeared at his side. He grabbed his arm and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Many Ame ninjas gathered around him, watching nervously, afraid that something had gone wrong.

"I... I can't control... them..."

Shiratori said weakly.

Kuroi and the surrounding Ame ninjas instantly understood what he meant by "them."

This was Kuroi's first time truly witnessing the burden of his cursed technique.

"I can only keep them... from hurting you all..."

He was gasping violently, his face pale, and his voice barely audible.

[Gratitude detected]

[Multiple sources: +1000 points each]

[Total accumulated: 30,000 points]

[Energy transferred to Smallpox Deity]

[Development progress: 82.3%]

"Stop talking!"

"Just rest!"

Kuroi immediately ordered.

He crouched in front of Shiratori and turned his head to say, "Come help!"

Shiratori shook his head, stubbornly trying to stay up. "I can do it myself!"

Isome picked him up and threw him onto Kuroi's back.

Shiratori: "…"

He looked at Isome, whose expression didn't change. "You already used up a lot of chakra crossing the quicksand zone. Then you controlled your cursed spirits just now. You should listen to Kuroi and rest properly!"

Isome had hesitated because, he hadn't sensed any chakra in Shiratori's body. But without chakra, how could he have performed any ninjutsu?

He must have some unique technique that hides his chakra.

Shiratori was now being carried on Kuroi's back. He leaned weakly against it and, before long, closed his eyes.

Kuroi heard the steady sound of breathing behind him. And the boy claimed he could keep going...

A trace of pain flashed through his eyes.

Isome turned to look at the modified beings and ordered the Ame ninjas, "Kill them."

"Yes!"

The ninjas swarmed forward.

The corpses of modified beings and Suna ninjas soon covered the entire camp.

The Ame ninjas finally breathed a sigh of relief. But their eyes showed a trace of confusion.

"We… won already?"

"No kidding!"

"Heh! It just feels so unreal!"

"Same here!"

"Felt way easier than usual!"

"It's because of Shiratori, right?"

"He gave us aerial superiority and completely caught Suna off guard!"

"…"

As the ninjas chatted around him, Isome pulled out a signal flare and fired it into the sky.

"They won't hurt anyone…"

"I won't let anyone get hurt… Please don't be afraid of me…"

In his sleep, Shiratori murmured softly. His voice was faint, but ninjas had especially sharp senses.

Not to mention the battlefield was now deathly silent, his sleep-talk clearly reached the ears of the surrounding Ame ninjas.

[Gratitude detected]

[Multiple sources: +1000 points each]

[Total accumulated: 39,000 points]

[Energy transferred to Smallpox Deity]

[Development progress: 86.2%]

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the border, outside Ame's encampment, the Ame ninjas saw a plume of thick red smoke rise in the distance, and excited smiles bloomed on their faces.

"The operation succeeded!"

"We won!"

The support team immediately ran toward the Suna defensive camp on the border of the Land of Wind.

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