Chapter 285 : Don't be so proud after doing something bad.
A day later, Pakura arrived at the meeting point as agreed.
The damp, thick mist made Pakura, who had lived in arid regions for years, very uncomfortable, and the low visibility, which made her lose sight beyond five meters, also made her uneasy.
However, as soon as she remembered that this mission was personally assigned by Kazekage Rasa, she dismissed the rising doubts in her heart.
"It must be my overthinking; a mission arranged by Lord Kazekage surely wouldn't go wrong."
Thinking of this, Pakura felt a little relieved, and coincidentally, the Ninja responsible for receiving her from Hidden Mist also appeared.
"Lady Pakura of Scorch Release, I am here to welcome you."
A young Kirigakure Ninja walked out from the misty path, wearing a Hidden Mist headband, with a genuine and gentle smile on his face: "It is truly an honor to meet you in person."
Walking a little closer, he noticed Pakura observing him with calm, distant eyes and proactively explained.
"The mist is heavy around here, so I presume you need a guide; thus, the Village sent me to meet you."
"Thank you for your trouble. I'm just crossing a valley; I won't get lost."
Pakura's icy expression softened considerably, feeling that Hidden Mist's attitude towards her was so enthusiastic and thoughtful, making the possibility of achieving cooperation on this trip very high.
"You're right."
The young Kirigakure Ninja opposite seemed a little embarrassed, scratching his hair and smiling apologetically: "However, the Village was also worried about not treating you well... Please, follow me."
"Hmm."
Pakura didn't think much and walked directly past the other party. The next instant, a sense of impending death rose from behind her.
Immediately, an intense pain erupted from her spine; the agony of the blade deeply piercing a vital central point instantly deprived her of most of her ability to resist.
Pakura struggled to turn her head and question: "You, what are you doing...?!"
Even now, she hadn't considered that the mission itself was flawed; her first reaction was to suspect that this Kirigakure Ninja held a grudge against her, and everything that had just happened was his personal act of revenge.
"Hmph, let you taste it too...!"
The Kirigakure Ninja, who had originally greeted her with a smile, now had a twisted, hateful expression in his eyes.
"Feel the pain that all my comrades, who were massacred by Hidden Sand Village, experienced!"
With that, the Kirigakure Ninja fiercely pushed Pakura away and quickly jumped from his spot.
Swish swish swish—
Countless Kunai and shuriken shot out from the rock walls on both sides of the valley, thick as a torrential rain, completely engulfing Pakura, who was attempting to use Scorch Release to resist, in just a few seconds.
The orange-red flames flickered only twice, extinguished by the cold water mist and metal before they could even ignite.
A moment later, the Hidden Mist's projectile attack finally ceased.
Pakura lay on the ground, bruised and unable to move, feeling the blood draining from various parts of her body, knowing she was about to die.
Her vision gradually darkened, and even the triumphant expression on the Kirigakure Ninja's face as he approached became blurry.
"I... have failed Lord Kazekage's expectations again... If only... I had been more vigilant just now...!"
Even in her last moments, she was still feeling guilty about her incompetence and carelessness, worrying that this alliance would fail because of it, ultimately leading to Hidden Sand Village being unable to unite with Hidden Mist to resist Iwagakure.
"If this person has a personal grudge against me... As long as Hidden Mist is willing to deal with him and give Sunagakure an explanation... perhaps afterward..." The Kirigakure Ninja looked at Pakura with confusion, not understanding why she showed an expression mixed with anger and a hint of hope.
"She can't possibly think that if she dies, Hidden Mist will be willing to coexist peacefully with Sunagakure, can she?"
"How can there be such a foolish Ninja?"
The intense hatred was too strong, causing the Kirigakure Ninja to still harbor great malice towards the dying Pakura, speaking words that cut to the bone.
"Don't misunderstand, even killing you is only a small comfort to us. The resentment between the two Villages can never be eliminated by this."
Pakura's consciousness was fading. Upon hearing this, she was about to resent Hidden Mist Village for being full of foolish people who couldn't see the bigger picture, but the next sentence spoken by the other party suddenly sobered her, her soul plummeting into an icy abyss.
"Those guys from Hidden Sand Village who handed you over, they must have thought the same thing."
"What is he saying?... Hidden Sand Village 'handed me over'?"
"Was I... deliberately betrayed by the Village...?"
All the previous absurdities suddenly became clear.
For example, why Kazekage Rasa sent her, a Ninja only skilled in combat, to negotiate, and why his instructions were unusually vague;
And why the negotiation location was set within Hidden Mist Village's control, rather than a neutral small country or region;
And also, Hidden Mist already knew her route in advance and was "welcoming" her in the valley along the unavoidable path... "So... the bargaining chip for the deal with Hidden Mist Village... was me... How ridiculous that I thought... I had gotten a chance to redeem myself..." Pakura felt something important in her heart gradually collapsing, along with her faith and soul, shattering into irreparable fragments.
"To die in such a manner... is truly humiliating... I am unwilling... I am so unwilling...!"
"Whether it's the Village's higher-ups... or the Hidden Mist, full of schemes and deception...!"
"May you all die...!"
Filled with rage and hatred, Pakura completely lost consciousness.
"Hahahahaha... So what if she's a Scorch Release Ninja? Wasn't she still thrown out like trash by her Village for us to destroy!?"
The Kirigakure Ninja laughed a few times and called for his companions to come down from the high rock wall to clean up the scene, but after waiting for a long time, no one responded.
"Hmm? What's going on—"
Just as he realized something was wrong, the whistling sound of a weapon cutting through the air came from beside him.
The next second, a pure black spear, appearing from nowhere, shot out swiftly, carrying fiercely burning Black Flames, piercing through his chest and pinning him to the cliff face.
"Who... is... it...?"
The Kirigakure Ninja coughed up large amounts of blood, gripping the spear shaft with both hands, trying to pull it out of his body, but the extremely high temperature of the Black Flames immediately burned his palms to charcoal.
Suddenly, the spear vanished into thin air, and he fell heavily to the ground again, blood continuously gushing from the wound in his chest.
A tall young man wearing a bizarre mask abruptly appeared in front of the Kirigakure Ninja, theatrically bending down to check if the person was still alive.
Confirming the other party was dead, Jin reached out and gently and considerately closed the eyes that stared in death.
"Oh, don't be so smug after doing bad things ~ See, you got your comeuppance, didn't you?"
"Do you have the right to say that about him? When are you not the one having the most fun?"
Obito descended from the sky, fresh, warm blood still dripping from the wooden branches on his arm: "I've cleared the surroundings; there are no survivors. But you'd better hurry; that woman is almost dead."
"You're so reliable, Obito ~" Jin clasped his hands together, feigning infatuation, and coyly rubbed against Obito, "I love you the most ~"
Obito pushed Jin away with a branch, unmoved by his advances: "Who was it that always complained about me before?"
Now Jin twisted even more vigorously: "I don't know, it certainly wasn't me..."
"So disgusting, stay away from me."
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