[Comprehensive] Misfortune

"Collective hysteria" is a term in psychology and sociology, also known as "mass hysteria".

Sakurai Yuko is the only source of disaster. With her as the center, countless germs spread into the infinite space through invisible media, infecting everyone.

It is not known who gave the first cry, nor who took the first step.

Sakurai Yuko's beauty is destructive, full of maddening charm, and a steady stream of poisonous juice can flow out with a light poke.She will not bring salvation to anyone, and no one can find happiness in her.

She is unbelievably beautiful beyond miracles, and Goddess Amaterasu will poke her head out of Tianyanto for such beauty, and make the world reappear bright, destructive light.

For Yuko Sakurai, beauty has become a kind of disaster, just like some kind of plague that almost wiped out the whole of Europe. There are similarities between them.

She is the plague itself, acting directly on the body and soul of men, driving all to madness before her.

Fabulous.

Turn all beings upside down.

Gaara stood in front of Sakurai Yuko, he folded his arms and asked very plainly: "Kill it?"

Want to kill?

I want to kill.

That's why Sakurai Yuko likes Gaara so much.

The teenager wanted to kill more than she did, because killing was the only way he could exist.

Sakurai Yuko retracted her eyes from the fainted Oizumi while putting away her folding fan, and lightly patted the bamboo fan bones on her palm.

"Kill, everyone, kill them all."

The expressionless witch leaned against the back of the chair, her posture was so lazy and leisurely that she seemed not to be in the chaotic killing field but under the cherry blossom tree, out of tune with everything around her.

The hairpin tassels on the sideburns swayed slightly, and the feathers of the kingfisher were painted with colorful clothes by the sun.

Gaara silently drove the sand behind her.

This time, the Third Hokage couldn't sit still, "Miss Yuko! Your name...Miss Yuko, this is Konoha Village! Don't turn your back on the customer!"

The attitude of Sandaime Hokage was shown, but no ninja appeared to stop Gaara from killing. In fact, there were many ninjas among the crowd running towards Sakurai Yuko.

This is collective hysteria. It's pointless not to treat people equally, right?

Third Hokage frowned, put down his pipe and stood up to stop him, but was blocked by Orochimaru who had been silent since just now.

The Third Hokage narrowed his eagle eyes, and his eyes shot at Orochimaru like lightning, "Is Kazekage-sama going to war?!"

The ninja with the gourd on his back is a ninja from Sand Ninja Village.

"Don't say that... this is not war, it's unilateral destruction, Sarutobi-sensei."

"you?!"

Looking at those familiar yet unfamiliar eyes, the Third Hokage was so surprised that he lost his voice.

"Long time no see, teacher."

Those dark golden eyes that belonged to Orochimaru were slowly lit up.

Unimaginable beauty.

Unimaginable madness.

unimaginable death.

Orochimaru was ignited by these things beyond his understanding, and he wanted to burn.

Not far away, Sakurai Yuko stood behind Gaara, squinting her eyes slightly, watching the human beings running towards her one after another, watching Gaara control the sand to harvest life with ease, watching the clean stands gradually being covered with corpses. Stained with lumps and blood.

Sakurai Yuko found that she has been doing the action of "seeing", no matter when and where, maybe her eyes are her most important organ.

The most important organ of a human being is the brain or the heart, and her most important organ is the eye.

She will witness the destruction of this world.

Now, she looked at the visual feast in front of her, and she remembered that she looked at it like this in the past.

At that time, she was still young, so small that she couldn't even speak, and she was led by that person, standing in a place where she could see the battlefield, watching the bloody battle between the two sides.

Spectacular, a scene that can be described as spectacular, even for her.

——The human beings at that time were not human beings.

After contacting humans, Sakurai Yuko came to this conclusion.

It's a kind of other creature that has little to do with humans... No, it's not a creature, but a thing, something that can be picked up and thrown away at any time.

Sakurai Yuko seldom changes her cognition, so now she looks at the picture in front of her eyes, even a few drops of blood splashed on her face, she can feel the process of the thick blood slowly cooling down and sliding down , Sakurai Yuko just felt very happy.

This is actually a kind of insignificant happiness, which can be roughly understood as the level of happiness of "successfully doing what you want to do, successfully seeing what you want to see", and when she was amused by the bard's exaggerated form. The level of happiness is not much different, but there is no sense of satisfaction.

There is only such a picture in this world that can bring satisfaction to Yuko Sakurai.

Because it is unique, so I want it all the more.

Wanting to be satisfied, wanting to feel the air of death, wanting to dance in hot blood, wanting to see corpse spots spreading over the flesh like a plague...

She is too greedy, so she needs the whole world to be her canvas for her to paint.

The formation that suddenly appeared on the roof was not noticed at all. Gaara might have noticed it, but it was none of his business, let alone Yuko Sakurai. She didn't even notice Yu Maxin behind her.

Nara Shikamaru narrowly stood on the edge of the railing, using his shadow to secure himself from falling.

The closer the place is to Sakurai Yuko, the more crowded the crowd is, and rubbing shoulders is no longer enough to describe this scene.From a little distance, you can't even recognize this person, as if the longhouse drawn by a cartoonist suddenly became transparent, and the ugliness of the people crowded inside were exposed to the blue sky and broad daylight. It's frightening to touch.

In this eerie and gloomy picture, there is no human existence, and dignity is an illusion that has never appeared before.

Nara Shikamaru looked at Sakurai Yuko, and he found that Sakurai Yuko was unusually beautiful.

Sakurai Tamako's beauty is already beyond the norm, and now she has gone a step further beyond her detachment, and "beauty" can no longer be summed up.

It is a power that belongs to the devil.

Sakurai Yuko looked at the killing in front of her eyes, she was smiling, it was a devil's smile, and there was no "good" element in it.

The most frightening thing is that there is no "evil" in it.

Nara Shikamaru's eyes widened, without blinking, staring at Sakurai Yuko while strenuously rushing forward, trying to find a trace of evil from that amazingly beautiful face, he searched desperately, the more Looking more desperate.

Nara Shikamaru desperately wanted to find the place where the sin took root in Sakurai Yuko, but in the end he had to admit that Sakurai Yuko was still the purest and most beautiful existence under the sky shrouded in death and desire.

Nara Shikamaru looked at Sakurai Yuko for a long time, and finally Sakurai Yuko's presence overwhelmed everything else.

Too beautiful, too crazy, making people want to indulge without limit.

Men always indulge women without limit, but before Sakurai Yuko, there was no woman like Sakurai Yuko.

Human imagination is limited, but Sakurai Yuko's beauty and horror are unlimited.

Nara Shikamaru's movements suddenly froze for a moment, as if his body suddenly became heavy.

Nara Shikamaru is not sure if he still has the courage to stand in front of Sakurai Yuko. He would rather fight Gaara than have any contact with the current Sakurai Yuko.

However, Sakurai Yuko saw him, and she leaned crookedly on the back of the chair, her delicate body was as soft and tough as a newborn bamboo, if she took one more look at that body, the itch in her heart would get out of control.

Sakurai Yuko looked at him, waved her hand, and said happily, "Nara-kun, come quickly."

Come here soon?

Where are you coming from?

Come over to your side?

Do you know who I am?

do you know what i'm thinking

Did you even see me for a moment?

Cold sweat drenched Nara Shikamaru's clothes, and the icy killing intent abruptly brought Nara Shikamaru back to reality. He instinctively evaded and narrowly protected his vital organs, but the blood from his left shoulder was covered with sand, sharpened his wounds.

Nara Shikamaru was actually lucky.

Gaara wants to kill Nara Shikamaru.

Unlike Sakurai Yuko who doesn't care about killing anyone, he wants to kill Nara Shikamaru more than killing those bastards who have no way to prove his worth.

Don't look at her like that.

Don't look at her with those eyes.

she is mine.

There is no place for you here.

Just me here is enough.

Kill you.

Kill you.

kill.

Kill all.

Seeing Gaara attacking Nara Shikamaru, Sakurai Yuko was about to stop her, but was attracted by the sudden sound of Yu Maxin behind her.

"Miss Yuko, Oizumi's head... I am willing to cut off Oizumi's head for Miss Yuko."

Sakurai Yuko turned her head, the tassels hanging from her hairpin swayed on her cheeks, and the refracted light spots seemed to be attracted by an invisible force, and gathered bit by bit into the blood-red pupils, shining brightly.

"No, if you cut off his head now, he will die, right? He passed out and died unconsciously. That's not acceptable. I want him to die in extreme pain."

Sakurai Yuko straightened up slowly, raised her eyebrows, showing a few traces of indifferent laziness.

Yu Maxin shivered in the dog days.

"Do you want to torture him?" Yu Maxin asked in confirmation.

"Of course," Yuko Sakurai walked around the fainted Oizumi without looking sideways, raised her hand slightly, and said leisurely while walking outside the arena: "Then... there is a professional term, right? Ah, That's it, 'abuse', 'abuse'. I have to abuse him, all the tortures of the past and present, I want to use them all on him, I want him to live to see hell first, and then I can't wait to go to hell in the other world It’s impossible not to seek relief from here.”

Sakurai Yuko stopped slowly, standing there as if hesitating for something.

Even if she is hesitating about something, the time she hesitates is not too long.

Sakurai Yuko turned her head and looked at the two people who were fighting, "Gara, you can't kill Nara-kun. These people can be killed at any time. Now help me bring Oizumi back."

Gaara pushed Nara Shikamaru back with an attack, and jumped to Sakurai Yuko's side in a few jumps.

"I see."

It was from Gaara's voice... Sakurai Yuko sensed Gaara's killing intent from Gaara's voice.

Sakurai Yuko looked at Gaara, and she found that Gaara's expression was unprecedentedly ferocious, those pale blue eyes had no brilliance, only endless dirty desire to kill.

Sakurai Yuko felt that Gaara was going to scream up to the sky in the next moment, like a violent wild beast, arching his back and shrugging his shoulders, roaring and baring his fangs and claws to the enemy.

Sakurai Tamako noticed that Gaara was struggling to control herself, it was all too obvious.Gaara's face was covered with cold sweat, he lowered his head slightly and gritted his teeth, Sakurai Yuko even saw a strand of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Whether it is the desire to kill or the desire to control oneself to kill, it is so intense, sharp and extreme in Gaara.

Sakurai Yuko didn't understand these overly strong emotions, she didn't understand all overly strong emotions, so she pretended she didn't see it, walked on her own, and entered into the dark purple formation on the roof with great interest I glanced at it, but unfortunately it was full of trees, so I couldn't see what was going on at all, so I was a little disappointed.

"Why would you do such a thing?!"

There was another roar, like thunder on the ground, suppressing the cries of the crazy people.Sakurai Yuko recognized who it was, stopped again, turned around, and Nara Shikamaru roared angrily while using his shadow to stop people from running towards her.

This is very strange.

She thought Nara Shikamaru wouldn't ask such a question.

Well...but since you asked, I don't mind giving you the answer you want~~

Otherwise, if you run away... it won't be fun.

Games are only fun when there are more people, and wars are the most spectacular when the whole world participates.

"Is Nara-kun asking why I asked Gaara to kill them? Are you asking about my motives and purposes? Or are you simply asking?"

Damn triple question!

Nara Shikamaru was trembling all over, not only because of the massive loss of chakra and excessive blood loss, but more...more...

The intense pain that was rampaging through his body was about to tear him apart.

Nara Shikamaru couldn't take it anymore, he was just a simple boy who was well protected by his living environment, his mind was not strong enough to accept all of this, he couldn't accept even a little bit.

Nara Shikamaru can no longer accept the existence of Sakurai Yuko.

Qingming's cold subconscious was tormenting him, trying to tear him apart.

Perhaps Sakurai Yuko also realized that she would not get an answer, so she didn't wait, and said directly: "If you want an answer, Nara-kun just turn around."

Yuko Sakurai laughed suddenly, she turned around, her shoulders trembled slightly, the hairpin on her sideburns swayed, light and shadow flickered, bunches of gorgeous fireworks bloomed in Yuko Sakurai's eyes, Nara Shikamaru almost missed her words.

"Why don't you look back? Why are you looking at me? If you want an answer, you can get it by turning around. Don't you dare? Nara-kun doesn't dare to look back, right? Are you afraid of seeing their faces? Afraid of seeing Their expressions? It doesn't matter, because I like Nara-kun very much, I don't need to look back, I can tell you directly."

Do not……

To shut up……

Do not say……

To shut up……

"Because."

The smile on Sakurai Yuko's face gradually disappeared, there was no emotion on that beautiful face, nothing that belonged to humans, even the vitality was hidden, and she dared not be presumptuous at this time.

The words spoken by the puppet reached his ears clearly.

"They're trying to tear me apart."

Not even a little blood foam wasted, sticking out his tongue hungrily, opening his mouth so wide that his gums were completely exposed, transparent and sticky saliva flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Greedily, madly, desperately, lovingly, eat.

Own it completely.

Only in this way can the plague be cured.

The author has something to say: A manga artist is Junji Ito, and what Nagaya is talking about is a scene in his "Swirl".