Naruto: Transmigrating With Yuta's Template-Chapter 201: Tentacle Monster

Haruki answered Aoki's question with his actions.

How to transfer the injured ninjas to his side?

For Haruki, there were many methods.

The first, he could have the crows following him pick up the injured ninjas. However, he did not want to use the first method.

Doing so would, firstly, certainly worsen the ninja's injuries. Secondly, a large number of crows would attract the attention of the ninjas. And thirdly, crows carrying people flying towards them might expose their location.

The second, he could have puppets or Shikigami transport the injured ninjas. He also did not use the second method, for the same reasons as the first.

The third, he could use Takako's Cursed technique, Sky Manipulation, to move the space beneath the injured ninjas to his front. This would neither expose their location nor be noticed by anyone.

This was the most perfect method but Haruki abandoned this perfect method as well.

If he were alone, he might have used it. But Aoki and Nagato were by his side.

Nagato was a ticking time bomb, and Aoki was a bomb. Haruki did not want to reveal too many of his trump cards. Therefore, he chose the fourth method.

An unusual throbbing came from the depths of Aoki's woul.

Nagato seemed to sense something, and his gaze fell on Haruki.

Behind Haruki, the air seemed to be twisted by an invisible force, and a purple vortex silently emerged.

It was like an entrance to an unknown abyss, quietly rotating. The darkness at the center of the vortex seemed to be able to swallow all light and sound.

Aoki's pupils suddenly contracted. He stared intently at this suddenly appearing purple vortex.

Information about Haruki quickly flashed through his mind.

Could it be... this is it!

Haruki's curse power?

The next second, something that made Aoki's hair stand on end happened.

From the center of the purple vortex, a... hand silently extended?

It was hard to call it a "hand" or "limb". It was more like a tentacle.

Roughly the thickness of an adult's arm, it was a translucent dark purple, with a smooth surface, and its extending motion was extremely flexible, as if it had no bones.

This dark purple tentacle, as if possessing its own life and consciousness, clung to the ground, like a cunning snake, silently winding forward with astonishing speed, yet making no sound at all. The tentacle precisely bypassed all obstacles, gliding over the grass.

In the distance, the warring ninjas suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation. They vigilantly glanced around. In their line of sight, there was only scorched earth with bodies everywhere and weapons flying through the sky.

Land God's tentacle perfectly blended into the light and shadows of the battlefield, attracting no attention.

The tentacle, as if possessing vision, precisely found the heavily injured Konoha ninjas.

The tip of the tentacle flexibly curled up, wrapping around the young ninja's chest and abdomen, skillfully avoiding his fatal abdominal wound, providing stable support. Then, it began to retract. The speed was still astonishing, yet incredibly steady.

The heavily injured ninja's body barely felt any bumps. He was thus levitated by the tentacle, rapidly retreating towards the thicket where Haruki and his companions were hiding.

The entire process happened in a flash, silently, without attracting any attention.

In the blink of an eye, the tentacle had already retracted behind the shadows of the thicket.

The heavily injured Konoha ninja lay quietly on the grass beside Haruki. He was unconscious, his breathing faint.

The space where Haruki and the others were fell into a dead silence. Only the distant clamor of the battlefield continued, making the space behind this thicket even more eerie and quiet.

Aoki's mouth was wide open, his eyes wide. He looked at the injured ninja who had suddenly appeared on the ground, then at Haruki, whose expression was as usual.

His mind was blank. His gaze slowly moved, falling into the purple vortex.

How amazing!

Aoki's throat was dry. He finally knew why that man had chosen Haruki. Haruki not only had an unwavering heart but also possessed incredible strength.

Nagato carried out the task Haruki assigned him. His gaze swept across the nearby battlefield, searching for ninjas who still had a glimmer of hope, while also raising his vigilance to prevent anyone from approaching them.

At this moment, Haruki lowered his eyes, fully focused on the heavily injured Konoha ninja. He began to examine the Konoha ninja's injuries.

His brows furrowed. Although the Cursed Spirits had greatly increased his psychological endurance, seeing these wounds still caused an uncontrollable physiological reaction. His stomach slightly twitched.

His hand rested on the young ninja's abdominal wound. He first cleaned the young ninja's intestines, then reinserted them into his abdominal cavity. Fortunately, the intestines were not ruptured, otherwise his workload would have increased.

The young ninja seemed to feel someone touching his body. His originally unfocused pupils struggled to concentrate.

Haruki did not think the young ninja could wake up from such severe injuries, but human will is a miraculous power.

The young ninja, who had been unconscious and with unfocused eyes, actually regained a spark of light in his eyes.

When he saw Haruki's unfamiliar face, a trace of fear and wariness flashed in his eyes, and a gurgling sound came from his throat.

In his current state, the young ninja didn't even have the strength to speak, so Haruki wasn't worried that he could harm him.

Even if the young ninja created a miracle of life and tried to attack Haruki, Rika would make the miracle of life created by the young ninja disappear.

"Don't be afraid... I'm here to help you..." Haruki's voice was extremely soft and gentle, trying to make himself appear unthreatening.

His hands glowed, and a soft light enveloped the young ninja's gruesome abdominal wound.