Naruto, my father's name is Uchiha Madara.

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His shadow clones fought with all their might, using their bodies to block attacks, destroying puppets with Rasengan, and saving survivors one by one.

But there were just too many puppets, and they were not afraid of dying or being lost!

The energy of the dragon vein seems inexhaustible, and the underground factory is constantly producing and replenishing it!

"Uh……!"

Another shadow clone, in an attempt to protect a mother and child, was simultaneously struck by the energy cannons of several puppets and instantly exploded.

The tearing pain and helplessness were clearly transmitted back, causing Naruto to let out a muffled groan.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood slowly dripped from between his fingers.

It can't go on like this!

Rescue is necessary, but without addressing the root cause, rescue efforts will always be just a drop in the ocean!

Every second of delay means more lives lost!

He turned around abruptly and strode up to Sarah.

At this moment, Sarah seemed to have become a porcelain doll without a soul, only instinctive fear of everything in the outside world.

Naruto crouched down, grabbed Sara's cold shoulders with both hands, and forced her to look at him.

His voice was hoarse with urgency and anger, yet it contained an undeniable power:

"Sarah! Look at me! Listen to me!"

Sara's empty eyes twitched slightly, seemingly focusing on Naruto's face, which was filled with anxiety and determination.

"Crying! Fear! Running away! None of these will change anything!"

Naruto practically roared, "Look outside! Listen to those sounds! Your people are being slaughtered! The Loulan you know is turning into hell!"

"And the mastermind behind all this—Orochimaru! He's sitting unharmed in that palace right now!"

He pointed towards the palace, his eyes burning with rage: "He murdered your real mother! He desecrated her body with evil magic!"

"He deceived you and all the people of Loulan for three years! He orchestrated this massacre! Your enemy is right there!"

Every word was like a heavy hammer, striking Sarah's numb heart.

A mother's gentle smile, the loving gaze of her subjects, the city's former prosperity...

Intertwined and colliding with the cruel truth and bloody hell before our eyes!

Naruto stared intently into her eyes, his voice resolute: "For the Queen, for all the innocent souls who died unjustly! We must fight! Stop him! Destroy him!"

After saying that, he gave Sarah a deep look and then suddenly stood up.

Golden chakra surged once more, and without further hesitation, he turned and shot out of the warehouse like an arrow.

Transforming into a golden streak of light, it charged headlong into the most dangerous and sinful palace area!

All the mechanical puppets that tried to block his way were instantly crushed by his dazzling Rasengan and ferocious punches and kicks!

Once again, only Sarah remained inside the warehouse.

However, this time, her eyes were no longer empty.

Naruto's roar before he left resounded like thunder in her lifeless heart, dispelling the layers of mist.

After the extreme fear and despair, something deeper and more intense emerges—

Anger and responsibility began to erupt from the depths of my heart like magma!

Yeah... what's the use of crying?

Can fear bring my mother back to life?

Can it save those who are dying?

The enemy is right there!

She abruptly raised her head, and a flame reignited in her previously dull eyes—

It was a flame mixed with grief, hatred, and an unwavering determination!

She looked in the direction where Naruto had disappeared, and at the palace in the distance where explosions and screams continued to echo.

Her trembling hands slowly clenched, the stinging pain from her nails digging into her flesh bringing her back to her senses.

She had to do something! She was the princess of Loulan! Her mother's only daughter!

Meanwhile, deep underground, inside a cold, mechanical factory.

Sakura was suspended in mid-air by a cold mechanical arm in an extremely humiliating and painful position.

The pattern of the Hundred Healings Seal has long since faded and lost its luster; its once abundant life force and chakra have been almost completely exhausted.

Only a tiny trickle of water was left to barely keep her life from going out.

She was barely breathing, and even lifting her eyelids seemed incredibly difficult.

Her body was covered in hideous wounds, which were slowly healing thanks to the last remaining strength of her Hundred Healings Technique and her tenacious willpower.

But new wounds piled on top of old ones, and each healing brought excruciating pain and a loss of strength.

Three days ago, she also traveled to this place and discovered Orochimaru's plot even earlier than Naruto.

With her strong personality, she chose to force her way in, but she underestimated Orochimaru's three years of experience in this era.

Countless powerful puppets combining technology and cursed seals, along with Orochimaru's own unpredictable ninjutsu and newly developed ultimate weapons.

Even with the Hundred Healings Technique activated, she was ultimately no match for the enemy, suffering severe injuries and being captured.

Orochimaru coveted her Hundred Healings Technique and the secrets of medical ninjutsu passed down from Tsunade, and imprisoned her here.

Every so often, they would come to cut her muscle tissue for research, as if she were just a precious experimental subject.

The restraints around her were specially designed to prevent her from breaking free.

Not only is it incredibly sturdy, but it can also continuously suppress the flow and condensation of chakra; otherwise, with her monstrous strength, she would have already broken free.

The faint sounds of intense explosions and tremors coming from above stirred a ripple in her almost tranquil heart.

'That commotion...that's a Rasengan...and that massive amount of chakra...is it Naruto? Or...Sasuke?'

A glimmer of hope ignited in her heart, but it was quickly overwhelmed by greater worries.

She desperately wanted to warn her arriving companions, to tell them about the ultimate weapon Orochimaru was hiding here—a weapon that even made her tremble with fear.

That terrifying being that combines the core of the dragon vein, data from countless experimental subjects, and Orochimaru's forbidden techniques.

But when she opened her mouth, she didn't even have the strength to utter a single syllable.

Consciousness teetered on the edge of blurring, and the body felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

Just as her consciousness was about to completely sink into darkness.

A faint yet exceptionally clear and melodious chorus of birdsong filled the air.

It seemed to penetrate the thick layers of rock and the roar of machinery, faintly reaching her ears.

That sound is...?

Sakura's almost extinguished eyes trembled suddenly, and a glimmer of disbelief struggled out of them.

'That voice...it can't be wrong...it's Chidori...Sasuke-kun?!'

Hope, like a glimmer of light in a desperate situation, suddenly illuminated her cold prison.

Chapter 320 A formidable foe appears! A mechanical version of myself.

Cold, despair, and endless darkness...

And the excruciating pain of her body being repeatedly cut open. This was all that Sakura could feel as her consciousness drifted.

However, a gentle yet firm chakra flowed into her nearly depleted meridians like a warm current.

They forcibly pulled her back from the brink of losing consciousness.

With great difficulty, as if pushing open a heavy gate, she finally opened her heavy eyelids again.

Her blurry vision gradually focused, and what came into view was a face she knew all too well, a face that had appeared countless times in her dreams.

Black, tousled hair, fair skin, a sharply defined profile, and those...

His deep black eyes were slightly furrowed as he focused intently on his movements.

Although his expression remained as indifferent as ever.

But the fleeting concern in his eyes was like a campfire in the snow, instantly warming her almost frozen heart.

"Sasuke...kun...?"

Sakura's voice was dry and hoarse, like an old bellows, almost inaudible.

Sasuke paused for a moment as he was urgently bandaging a deep, bone-revealing wound on her arm.

He glanced at her, his tone calm yet authoritative: "Don't speak yet. Your injuries are too severe, you've lost too much blood, and your chakra is almost depleted. Your body is extremely weak."

He skillfully tied the bandage in place, then took out a small porcelain bottle from his ninja tool bag.

He poured out a fragrant green pill and carefully fed it to Sakura. "Swallow it. This is a special healing medicine that will help you quickly recover some stamina and chakra."

The pill melted instantly in her mouth, and a gentle energy quickly spread out, nourishing her parched cells.

Sakura obediently swallowed, feeling a sliver of strength slowly returning to her body.

Only then did she have a chance to look around and realize that she was still in that cold underground factory.

However, the surrounding robotic arms appeared to have been severed by sharp blades and were temporarily rendered useless.

"I...I opened my eyes and found myself near this desert."

Sasuke briefly explained why he was there, while cautiously sensing his surroundings: "I followed the chakra trails and the commotion here, and that's how I found you."

"There's been a lot of noise up there. What happened?" His gaze swept over the rock wall above him, where explosions and vibrations were constantly coming from.

Sakura took a deep breath and, with the help of the medicine, recounted her experiences over the past three days as concisely as possible:

How can one travel here before Naruto?

How to uncover Orochimaru's plot and fight him.