For the first time in her life, Hannya realized that the antidote was far more crucial than the poison itself. The triple-concentrated toxin in her body rendered her existence more akin to torment than life. The sensation of paralysis spread through her, a person accustomed to possessing immense physical strength suddenly feeling as though every ounce of her power was rapidly draining away. However, the antidote she consumed felt as futile as a drop in the ocean.
"Have you learned our ninja techniques?" Hannya struggled, her voice resembling a groan.
Yang Chen, engrossed in admiring the voluptuous form of the downed female ninja, shook his head upon hearing her question. "Your ninja arts are closely guarded secrets within different sects. While I could manage to steal your techniques, I find no interest in doing so."
"Then why are you able to decipher our techniques every time?" Hannya asked in frustration.
