Naruto: My Hiddden Village

The clang of steel clashing was deafening, echoing across the vast grasslands, now transformed into a sea of blood and death. The coppery scent of blood mingled with the smell of damp soil and torn grass, creating a sickening stench on the battlefield.

The odor of death permeated every fiber of the air, choking the lungs and triggering an unbearable nausea. The land, once green and fertile, was now blackish-red, trampled and strewn with corpses, a silent witness to the cruelty of war.

Amidst this chaos, a young ninja staggered backward, his chest stained crimson with dark blood. The katana in his hand trembled, almost slipping from his grasp.

The young ninja's face was ashen, his eyes wide with shock and pain. His breath came in ragged gasps, blood flowing from the gaping wound in his chest.

Before him stood a ninja of similar age, holding a katana dripping with fresh blood.

"Genjutsu... you…!" the young ninja groaned with difficulty, trying to withstand the pain that spread throughout his body.

The enemy's genjutsu had trapped him, disrupting his senses and leaving him vulnerable to a fatal attack. He regretted his carelessness, too confident in his own abilities, ultimately falling into the enemy's trap.

The ninja before him sneered coldly, utterly merciless. His sharp, cold eyes radiated terrifying cruelty, like the eyes of a serpent ready to devour its prey. "Deception is part of battle. You're too naive if you think honor will save you on the battlefield." His words pierced the young ninja's heart.

With a swift and ruthless movement, he swung his katana, ending the young ninja's resistance.

A flash of the blade split the air, and the gruesome sound of a slicing blow ended the life of the unfortunate young ninja. The young ninja's body collapsed to the ground with a thud, his eyes still wide, staring at the vast sky.

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The sound of katana blades meeting, kunai and shuriken whizzing through the air, the screams of the wounded, and roars of rage mingled together, creating a terrifying symphony on the battlefield.

These sounds of death and destruction echoed each other, creating an ear-splitting din and triggering a deep-seated fear. Every sound was a reminder of the cruelty of war, of inevitable loss and suffering.

Thousands of lives clashed in a fierce, seemingly endless battle. Waves of chakra collided in the air, creating ripples of energy that shook the ground and surrounding trees.

Dust billowed, mixing with a blood mist, as if painting the sky a somber, dark red. The once bright blue sky was now covered in dust and smoke clouds, the sun dimmed behind the darkness engulfing the battlefield.

Some warriors fell, collapsing to the earth, yet their fighting spirit remained unyielding. With their remaining strength, they rose again, charging at the enemies blocking their path, all to protect their clan's honor, their families, and their homeland.

Their spirit burned brightly, even as death lurked at every step. Their resolve was the last shield against despair, the strength that drove them to keep fighting even on the brink of destruction.

However, many also fell and never rose again. Their lifeless bodies lay scattered, silent witnesses to the brutality of war. Severed limbs, weapons lying beside them, blood pooling on the ground around them.

Their eyes, once full of spirit, now stared blankly at the sky, their hands that once gripped weapons now limp and powerless. Life had abandoned them on this cruel battlefield, leaving only emptiness and eternal silence.

In the midst of the horrifying battlefield chaos, black shadows occasionally appeared and disappeared as fast as lightning. Their movements were too fast to be caught by ordinary human eyes, leaving an impression of mystery in the darkness.

Their presence was like the whisper of death amidst the battle's clamor, like ghosts lurking among the fighting warriors. They moved silently, undetected, as if part of the darkness itself.

The figure moved in the depths of the ground amidst the battling warriors, like a ghost seeking prey. Every movement was utterly silent, and each time the black shadow disappeared, several corpses nearby vanished with it, as if swallowed by the earth without a trace.

This strange phenomenon occurred repeatedly, yet no one on the battlefield noticed, as they were too engrossed in the raging fierce battle.

Their minds were too focused on the life-and-death struggle before their eyes. Every second was a fight for survival, to avoid an opponent's katana slash, to avenge the deaths of their comrades.

Their attention was entirely focused on the battle, leaving no room to notice other things around them.

The black shadow and disappearing corpses were merely insignificant details amidst this hellish din. They were humans fighting for their lives, with no room to heed things outside the scope of battle.

As the sun began to lean westward, signs of exhaustion began to appear on both sides. The number of casualties continued to rise, and the losses suffered were already too great.

The burning spirit at the start of the battle was now beginning to dim, replaced by despair and a desire to end it all. The surviving warriors began to feel extraordinary fatigue, both physically and mentally.

The leaders of both forces realized that this battle would only bring further destruction. They saw the devastation before their eyes and realized that true victory would never be achieved on this battlefield.

All that remained was endless loss and suffering. They decided to end this futile bloodshed. A difficult, yet wise decision to save the remnants of the surviving troops.

"Retreat! Retreat!" shouted the commander of the eastern forces, his voice echoing amidst the battlefield's clamor. This order was given with the hope of halting further bloodshed, ending a battle that only brought misery.

"Pull back the troops!" replied the commander of the western forces, his voice equally loud. Both commanders exchanged glances, realizing that this battle had reached a stalemate, there was no point in continuing the futile bloodshed.

The order to retreat was greeted with relief by the exhausted soldiers. Both sides began to withdraw their troops, slowly but surely.

Extraordinary fatigue assaulted their bodies, but the relief of the battle ending slightly lightened their burden. Their footsteps faltered, their weapons hung limply, yet their hearts were filled with relief and hope.

Even in retreat, they remained vigilant, on guard in case the enemy tried to exploit this moment to launch a counterattack.

Tension still hung in the air, but the battlefield, once roaring, slowly began to subside, turning silent and chilling. The sounds of battle gradually disappeared, replaced by a frightening silence, as if the universe was holding its breath after a terrible storm.

The black shadow, which had been moving among the corpses, watched the retreating troops from afar with a cold gaze. Its unseen eyes radiated a strange calm amidst the chaos that had just occurred.

It ensured that the battle was truly over, that there were no more suspicious movements on the battlefield. After confirming the situation was safe, the black figure vanished, delving into the darkness underground, leaving the battlefield deathly silent.

It completed its task perfectly, leaving behind a battlefield full of death and destruction, heading towards its hiding place.

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The black figure reappeared in a secluded cave not far from the battlefield. The cave was dark and damp, the air stuffy mixed with the pungent smell of blood, creating an oppressive and uncomfortable atmosphere. The cave walls were covered in moss and dripping water, the sound of trickling water adding to the cave's cold and desolate impression.

Inside the cave, piles of human corpses were stacked high, thick red blood soaking the cave floor, creating a gruesome and disgusting sight. The stench of rotting corpses assaulted the nose, churning the stomach and triggering nausea.

This sight was silent proof of the secret mission being carried out by the black figure. The cave's darkness hid this horror from the outside world, making it the perfect place to perform a gruesome ritual.

Slowly, the pitch-black color enveloping the figure's body began to fade, revealing ordinary human skin beneath. Its true form began to become clear as the darkness cloaking it disappeared.

The figure was a handsome young man with silvery white hair that shimmered like silver in the cave's dim light and clear blue eyes that radiated intelligence and composure. His handsome face seemed starkly contrasted with the horrific scenery around him, creating a strange and unnatural impression.

Yes, it was Tsubasa, our protagonist, he was carrying out his secret mission on this gruesome battlefield. His handsome face showed no expression of disgust or fear at the piles of corpses before him, instead displaying calm and focus. He appeared cold and emotionless, as if the horrific scenery around him did not affect him at all.

After resting for a moment, Tsubasa wasted no time, and began stringing together hand seals with swift and precise movements. Each of his hand movements was so efficient and measured, indicating that he had mastered this technique perfectly. He had practiced repeatedly, ensuring every hand seal movement was performed accurately and without error.

These hand seals were the key to activating his forbidden ninjutsu, 'Venom'. Dark power began to radiate from Tsubasa's body, filling the cave with a frightening and oppressive aura. The air around Tsubasa felt increasingly cold and heavy, the pressure of dark energy emanating from his body, creating a chilling atmosphere.

Mysterious black symbols and writings appeared from Tsubasa's palms, creeping and spreading across the cave surface, then focusing on the pile of corpses in the center of the cave. The dark energy spread like living black veins, binding and controlling the corpses.

The corpses began to tremble, then shrink and disappear one by one, sucked into Tsubasa's body like dust being vacuumed into a dust collector.

This absorption process took place quickly and efficiently, leaving behind traces of dark energy swirling around Tsubasa. Pitch-black light enveloped his body, growing stronger and stronger, as if absorbing all light and life around it.

After all the corpses were fully absorbed, Tsubasa sat cross-legged in the middle of the cave, closed his eyes, and focused fully on his 'Venom' ninjutsu.

He entered a deep meditative state, allowing his body and soul to merge with the dark energy he had just acquired. He felt a strong energy flow into his body, merging with his chakra, and significantly increasing his strength.

He felt the life energy and chakra power from the absorbed corpses rush into his body, merging with his soul, and significantly increasing his strength.

This sensation was like a wave of power flooding his entire being, gradually strengthening his abilities. He felt his body getting stronger, his chakra getting larger, and his senses getting sharper.

Moments passed in the oppressive silence of the cave. Only the sound of Tsubasa's breathing was heard amidst the cold and damp cave walls. This silence felt so intense, as if time had stopped moving.

Suddenly, Tsubasa opened his eyes sharply, his eyes shining brightly with an intense blue light. Energy seemed to radiate from his eyes, signifying a major change within him. He felt new power surging within his body, making him feel more alive and vibrant than ever before.

He stood, clenching his fists tightly, feeling the newfound strength flowing through him. Every fiber of his muscle felt stronger and more responsive, his chakra surged with new energy. Venom's power had seeped into him, transforming him into a stronger and more terrifying entity.

"I should have done this sooner," Tsubasa murmured in satisfaction. A faint smile graced his lips, signifying the success of his mission this time. "Corpses from great clans are indeed of different quality from ordinary ninja corpses." He acknowledged the difference in the quality of energy obtained from great clan corpses. The corpses from the Senju and Uchiha clans provided a far greater increase in power than he had anticipated.

Yes, the corpses Tsubasa had just absorbed were not ordinary ninja corpses. They were the corpses of warriors from two prominent ninja clans, Senju and Uchiha. This battlefield was a silent witness to the fierce battle between these two clans, and Tsubasa took advantage of this situation for his mission. He knew that opportunities like this did not come twice, and he would not waste them.

"Senju and Uchiha…" Tsubasa repeated the names of the two clans in his heart. He knew very well how special these corpses were. Absorbing corpses from ordinary ninja clans did provide a decent increase in strength, but absorbing corpses from great clans like Senju and Uchiha had a far more powerful effect, even beyond his expectations.

However, Tsubasa realized that Venom would not grant him kekkei genkai powers like Sharingan or Mokuton, even though he absorbed corpses from the Uchiha and Senju clans. He understood the limitations of his forbidden ninjutsu very well. Venom was not a tool to steal kekkei genkai, but rather to enhance overall base strength.

Venom's primary function was to absorb and combine corpses' brains to create a 'giant brain' (the same principle as the large Tenseigan on the moon), and to absorb other body parts as nutrients to enhance overall physical, mental, and chakra strength.

This was Venom's main purpose: comprehensive enhancement of base strength and the creation of a 'giant brain'. He created Venom not to become a duplicate of other ninjas, but to become the best version of himself.

"Venom is not designed to steal kekkei genkai," Tsubasa thought. "Its main focus is on enhancing base strength and creating a 'giant brain' sealed within my body." This was Tsubasa's conscious choice when creating Venom.

He had strong reasons why he limited Venom's abilities. He didn't want his body to be too mixed with various foreign genes, worried about losing control over his own identity.

He wanted to remain Takagami Tsubasa, even while wielding the terrifying power of forbidden ninjutsu. His identity was the most precious thing, and he did not want to sacrifice it for power alone.

After finishing absorbing all the nutrients from the Senju and Uchiha corpses, Tsubasa once again wrapped himself in a pitch-black cloak of Venom substance. The transformation into a black shadow figure occurred again, concealing his true identity. He returned to being a mysterious and terrifying entity.

With incredible speed, he darted underground, leaving the cave, and heading towards the hidden valley that was his home. He couldn't wait to return and test the new power he had just acquired. Venom's power was the key to the Takagami clan's future, and he was determined to utilize it to its fullest potential.