Naruto: Open Reincarnation Eye!
8 Creating an Illusion

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Creating an Illusion

More than an hour later, Kisaragi Hinata controlled the third generation Windshade Puppet and landed in a forest more than ten kilometers away from the border post.

"After flying so far, the Scarlet Sand Scorpion shouldn't be able to track me anymore.”

While murmuring, Kisaragi Hinata jumped down from behind the third generation Windshade.

Thinking of the Red Sand Scorpion's flustered and exasperated appearance after he flew away, Kisaragi Hinata could not help but smile.

In the entire Ninja Realm, there were only a few people who could defeat the Scarlet Sand Scorpion, let alone take away the third-generation Windshadow Puppet that he regarded as a treasure.

But now, he had unintentionally done it. How could he not be happy?

Moreover, with the third generation Windshadow Puppet, Kisaragi Hinata's attack power and mobility would be greatly enhanced. Only a few people in the Naruto World could fly.

But now, Kisaragi Hinata still faced two problems.

That was to deal with the Red Sand Scorpion's pursuit and whether or not they should return to the border outpost.

"Before I left, I had already blown up the corpses of two of my teammates. It shouldn't be so easy for the Red Sand Scorpion to track me down in a short period of time without any clues.”

Frowning slightly, Kisaragi Hinata pondered in his mind.

As for whether or not to return to the border outpost, this question made it difficult for Kisaragi Hinata to decide.

From all the signs, the village seemed to have given up on them and even listed them as the target of the clean-up.

However, this was only his guess. After all, although the ambush of the sand was strange, it was not too rare to encounter such a thing at the border of the two countries.

If he chose not to return to the outpost, then Kisaragi Hinata would truly become a traitor of the Kiba Village.

"No, I still have to go back first. The price to pay for becoming a traitor of the Woodleaf Village was too great. With his current strength, it would probably be very troublesome to deal with him.”

After weighing the pros and cons, Kisaragi Hinata decided to return to the outpost.

After all, with his strength, as long as he did not encounter the Scarlet Sand Scorpions again at the border outpost, there was almost no danger. If he became a traitor of the Woodleaf Village, then he would have to face the pursuit of the entire Dark Group of the Woodleaf Village.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, Kisaragi Hinata did not want to live that kind of life.

After making his decision, his gaze fell on the third generation Windshadow Puppet.

"Since we're going back, we'll have to create some illusions."

Two of her teammates had been killed by the Red Sand Scorpion, and she was safe and sound. Kisaragi Hinata knew that she could not just go back like this, or else it would definitely arouse the suspicion of the middle-aged Jounin.

Not only that, he couldn't say anything about meeting the Scarlet Sand Scorpion. After all, the strength he displayed was only an elite Genin. It was impossible to escape from the hands of the Red Sand Scorpion.

Therefore, he had to put on a show to make the deaths of his two teammates reasonable, and at the same time, he could not be suspected.

After pondering for a moment, Kisaragi Hinata took out Kuna and handed it to the third-generation Windshadow Puppet.

Then, he controlled the third-generation Windshadow Puppet to cut open wounds on his body.

After doing all this, Sunata Chizuki did not care about the wounds on her body. She took out a scroll and sealed the third-generation Windshadow Puppet inside. She called for help as she ran towards the outpost.

Inside the outpost, the middle-aged Jounin and Mitarai Nishi who was practicing ninjutsu were shocked when they heard the cry for help from Hikari Chitsuki.

They quickly walked out of the outpost and looked warily in the direction of Thousand Moons.

Seeing the bloody and stumbling Kisaragi Hinata, they quickly went up to her.

"What's wrong, Kisaragi Hinata? What was going on? Where are your two teammates?"

The middle-aged Jounin asked with a serious expression when he saw Mitarai Red Bean reach out to support Kisaragi Hinata.

However, at this moment, a hint of surprise and doubt flashed across his eyes.

"Captain, we were attacked by an unknown person when we were patrolling. Two of my teammates are dead, and I'm the only one who escaped.”

Lying in Mitarai's arms, Kisaragi Hinata looked at the middle-aged Jounin and pretended to be weak.

Hearing what Chizuki Hinata said, Mitarai Washing Red Bean and the remaining two Chuunins 'expressions changed.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with worry.

For two consecutive days, two patrol teams in the outpost were attacked. Only Thousand Moon escaped, which made him feel a little strange.

At this time, the middle-aged Jounin did not have much of a reaction. He only said something like " I will investigate " and then let Mitarai Wash Red Bean help Kisaragi back to the outpost.

In the outpost room, Hikari lay on the bed with a cold glint in her eyes.

Although the others did not notice the change in the expression in the middle-aged Jounin's eyes, Kisaragi Hinata, who had always suspected that the village would clean them up, naturally noticed it.

The thought of Kinabe Village really wanting to get rid of her former subordinates made Kisaragi Hinata's heart turn cold.

Since it was not an accident that the Red Sand Scorpions killed those sand ninjas, it meant that although he was fine this time, there would be even greater danger waiting for him!

"If there's really no other way, then we can only betray Muye!”

With a gloomy face, Kisaragi Hinata thought to himself.

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Ps: Writing all night, very sleepy, go catch up on sleep, wake up and continue updating!

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