Chapter 97 The Destroyed Whirlpool Country (Seeking Monthly Tickets!!)

"Here..."

Mito unconsciously took a step forward, but as if she suddenly came to her senses, her expression changed drastically and she took several steps back.

But the feeling of suddenly losing strength was like falling from the top of a mountain to the bottom of a mountain. The touch under her feet was not solid ground, but soft and deep like yellow sand.

She stumbled a few times without adapting for a while, and fell backwards into a soft fluff.

Puff!

Mito's fallen body raised the dust under her feet, and an indescribable smell in the dust rushed from the surroundings and filled her nasal cavity.

"Cough cough! Cough!" Mito was choked and choked a little, and couldn't help but say, "What is this smell?"

No, that's not right, it should be said, where is this place?

Because she was lying on her back on the ground, her sight naturally fell on the sky.

But the only thing she could see in her vision was a depressing gray-brown color.

It looked like diluted blood smeared on the work with the sky as paper, and the sky seemed to have a physical body and felt like it would collapse at any time.

"Illusion?" Mito felt heavy and depressed in his heart, feeling the real touch of fine sand around him, and said in a deep voice, "How could anyone drag me into an illusion when I am half-tailed beast?"

"Illusion" is essentially a technique that uses chakra to interfere with the target's chakra to affect its five senses and make it fall into an illusion.

When she entered the half-tailed beast state, the chakra in her body was violent and surging, almost inexhaustible.

Perhaps the visual illusion released by the Sharingan's pupil power can do it, but Mito is confident that no one in the Uchiha clan can let her fall into it, because the Uchiha clan has not had powerful eyes for a long time.

"But I can't feel the Nine-Tails' presence, and I can't even extract chakra..."

Mito sat up with her hands on the ground with a look of doubt, and then she found that she was not lying in a piece of yellow sand, but in a piece of soft ashes with only black and white.

Ashes?

Why are there ashes?

Mito instinctively looked up and looked forward, but the moment she saw the distance, she was frozen.

She saw buildings with the unique style of the Uzumaki clan, but now there were only some broken walls and ruins of those buildings.

Even so, Mito could still vaguely recognize that the dilapidated high-rise building standing in the gray and white background was like a giant's arm struggling to reach out of the quicksand.

Despair, helplessness, pain, fear...

The city is no longer a city, and the streets are no longer streets. All she can see are ashes and those dead buildings.

There is a voice in her heart that keeps telling her that this is that place, the place where she grew up, the hometown that she is familiar and unfamiliar with

This is Uzushio Village.

Yes, Uzushio Village.

The ashes in her hands seemed to still feel a little hot. Mito quickly stretched out her hands, made a seal, and whispered: "Release!"

But there was no change in front of her. Mito, who struggled to get up, had a flash of anxiety in his eyes.

What happened?

Is this really an illusion?

Or is it really...

Huh!!

Just as countless doubts filled her mind, the originally light wind suddenly became noisy.

Coming from behind her, with a rustling sound, from small to intense.

The ashes were swept into the air by the wind, making a fine and trivial sound, sweeping across Mito's face.

She felt a fine pain like an ant biting, raised her hand to cover her face and walked forward with difficulty.

Until she passed through the door she used to go through with her memory, the noisy wind in Mito's ears stopped.

"Cough cough!" She couldn't help but cough twice, and moved her hand away from her.

The dim light shone through the gap between her hands into her eyes, and a bizarre picture gradually appeared in her pupils.

In an instant, Mito stood in front of the dilapidated building. The crimson sunset rose behind her at some point, reflecting the blood-red light source in front of her eyes.

"What is this?"

If the Uzushio Village was a giant buried alive in a tomb, then what was in front of her were the ants that once lived on the giant.

The densely packed gray figures of various shapes stood in front of Mito at this moment.

Some were crawling and kneeling, some were struggling and reaching out, some were looking up at the sky, some were opening their mouths, and some were wailing silently...

Those gray figures were like silent statues. When the wind blew, gray embers fell from them.

There was no flesh and blood, only the disgusting smell of burning, and everything in front of her that was desperate.

"How could this happen?"

This scene was enough to make people fall into silence. Mito's face was full of confusion. She gradually forgot the possibility of illusion and subconsciously took a step forward.

She passed by two statues standing together, with a gap of several dozen centimeters between them, and they were also missing an arm at the same time.

It is conceivable that when facing death, they should be lovers holding hands, and perhaps they said they would never leave each other, so death separated them with evil taste.

"It's Hiroki's son and daughter-in-law..."

Looking at the blurred faces of the two corpses, Mito actually recognized their identities.

Uzumaki Hiroki is a junior with whom she has a good relationship. When he mentioned his son and daughter-in-law in the correspondence, his words were always filled with satisfaction visible to the naked eye.

In a letter sent to her recently, he mentioned that his daughter-in-law was pregnant, and he could see his grandson before he died...

After a moment of silence, Mito stretched out her hand stiffly, wanting to touch the two corpses.

But her fingertips only touched lightly, and a crisp sound came instantly.

Crack! Crack!

Watching the two corpses crumble into powder, Mito's face became even paler.

After falling into a long period of dead silence, she took another step and continued to walk forward.

A man's body opened his arms as if trying to block something, but it was obvious that he was engulfed by the surging flames.

Behind him were two slightly shorter and curled up bodies, and a weak woman's body squatted and hugged a short child, as if she wanted to protect her child in her arms.

But the final result was the same, the family of three all died and turned into three charred corpses.

Old man, child, man, woman...

Mito walked in the gray ruins, with gray and black figures on both sides.

They were all living humans, but now they were all burned into charred corpses.

"..."

Looking at those familiar or unfamiliar faces, Mito felt more and more difficult to breathe as she walked forward, and panic and fear rose from her chest.

She felt like she was experiencing a terrible nightmare, a real, absurd nightmare that she could not wake up from.

At this moment, a rustling sound suddenly came into her ears.

Mito turned her head and looked behind her. The next moment, she felt a chill.

She saw that those black shadows that had lost their flesh and blood and life had all turned their heads towards her at some point.