Chapter 31: Forbidden Jutsu — The Technique of Mental Contamination (Part 2)
While the shinobi of Cloud Village were still passionately hurling insults, the Konoha side was fuming, their anger barely restrained—many were itching to charge over and settle things with fists.
After a long wait, just as the Konoha camp's fighting spirit hit its peak, there was finally some movement in the forest. Seeing this, Sakura smiled subtly and pressed the button on the music player next to her. Music instantly began to play.
"Come on, be happy—there's still so much time to waste…"
The opening notes of the song "Itch" echoed across the battlefield. The Cloud shinobi, mid-insult, suddenly froze like ducks with their necks grabbed. Their faces flushed red. They couldn't understand the lyrics—but why did the melody sound so… suggestive?
Then, in perfect timing with the music, the group who had gone into the woods to change stepped out—revealing themselves in full.
"Pfft—what the hell is that?!"
"Oh my god, my eyes!"
"Ugh, disgusting! I can't take this!"
Instantly, faces turned green. Some actually vomited on the spot.
There they were: a group of tall, dark-skinned, muscular men—now dressed in revealing, seductive lingerie. Lace straps, fishnet stockings, bunny ears, high heels… the full ensemble.
(Imagine something like the "Suicide Nezha" look from The King's Avatar animated series.)
If those outfits had been worn by beautiful women, it might've been called provocative. But on these bulky, powerfully-built shinobi—especially ones impersonating Cloud ninjas—it was just pure visual assault. "Eye bleach" couldn't come fast enough.
The moment they appeared, Shisui quietly closed his Sharingan. He feared that his eyes might literally go blind from this cursed sight. It was just that horrifying.
Even Kakashi, who normally wore a calm, stoic expression, involuntarily shivered—feeling the food in his stomach start to churn, threatening to come up at any moment.
While the Konoha side recoiled in terror, the Cloud shinobi were utterly stunned. Their minds went blank, especially when they caught sight of the two "centerpieces" in the formation.
Standing proudly in the middle were the "Fourth Raikage" and "Killer Bee"—one hand on their hips, the other blowing exaggerated kisses with dainty, bashful expressions.
The kiss-blowing alone caused half of Konoha to lose it. Some immediately threw up. Even Sakura, the mastermind behind all of this, felt her stomach churning.
"Dance! Move those hips!"
Fighting through her own nausea, Sakura snapped her fingers and gave the order. The transformed shinobi clenched their teeth, tears welling in their eyes, and began to sway to the music—twisting and shimmying with as much seductive flair as they could muster.
Sure, they had transformed into other people's appearances. But the outfits… the poses… the moves… even they wanted to vomit at themselves. This was peak mental contamination.
Clap… clap… clap…
The moment the transformed shinobi began to dance, the Cloud Village ninja across from them were so stunned that they dropped their weapons. They knew those faces too well. Beyond recognizing some of them as their own comrades, the real gut punch was seeing the unmistakable faces of the Fourth Raikage and Killer Bee—right there in the center, striking seductive poses in revealing outfits.
Even though they kept telling themselves, "It's a Transformation Jutsu. It's fake. It's not real!", their minds and hearts couldn't stop reeling. It was a soul-crushing, blood-vomiting level of emotional damage.
Click! Click!
Sakura, now holding a camera, began snapping photos enthusiastically—especially of the transformed "Raikage" and "Killer Bee," who were her primary targets.
Kakashi, under her direction, reluctantly held up a video camera and began filming. He fought hard to suppress the overwhelming urge to vomit blood.
Initially, the dancing shinobi felt awkward and embarrassed—but as time went on, something strange happened. They started… enjoying themselves. After all, no one could tell it was really them, right? So what if they moved a little more flamboyantly?
With that liberating thought, their dancing grew even more exaggerated and sultry.
Behind them, the Konoha shinobi had collapsed to their knees, violently retching. Nara Shikaku and Uchiha Shisui had turned their backs, refusing to look.
Kakashi wanted to join them in retreating, but after glancing at the camcorder in his hands, he sighed and kept filming.
Across the field, the Cloud shinobi went from stunned silence, to nausea, to utter despair. Watching the "Raikage" and "Killer Bee" at the center of the performance twist and sway with such enthusiasm… it made them want to crawl into a hole and die.
"What's going on here? Why's everyone gathered? Did Konoha launch some kind of major offensive?"
A voice called from the rear—it was Yugito Nii, who had just been communicating with her Tailed Beast, Matatabi. Upon hearing the commotion, she rushed over, fearing that an enemy attack had begun.
But what greeted her was a field of collapsed, vomiting shinobi.
She looked up toward the source of the strange music… and froze in place.
"F-Fourth Raikage-sama? And… Killer Bee-sama?!"
Yugito shrieked in disbelief. Instantly, a layer of scarlet Tailed Beast chakra flared around her, only to vanish just as quickly.
Matatabi, sensing her Jinchūriki's distress, had instinctively activated a protective chakra shield—thinking Yugito was under attack. But the moment she shared Yugito's visual perspective and saw that horror show… her concentration faltered. The chakra cloak fizzled out like a blown fuse.
"Huh? Is this some kind of… youth ritual?"
Might Guy, cartwheeling onto the scene upside-down, asked with genuine confusion. With his famously thick nerves, he hadn't sensed the sheer psychological damage in the air.
As for the eye-searing outfits? His own usual attire already pushed the limits of visual endurance—this didn't even register as shocking.
"That's right, Guy-senpai!" Sakura's eyes lit up with inspiration. "They're having a youth-themed dance battle! Would you like to join in?"
If this was psychological warfare, Sakura had just loaded the final nuke. She was ready to unleash the ultimate mental contamination on the Cloud shinobi.
"Youthful dance battle?! Of course I'll join! Tell me what to do!"
Guy's face shone with excitement. He had no idea there were so many like-minded comrades here who also walked the path of youth. I am not alone, he thought, deeply moved.
Sakura, barely able to contain her anticipation, pointed to the performance lineup and positioned him—right between the transformed "Raikage" and "Killer Bee."
"Guy-senpai, just follow their moves—and don't forget to show off your most passionate and youthful smile to our dear friends across the way!"