"Let me go, help!"
Hanabi twisted her body desperately, like a fish out of water, her slender waist writhing. She kept calling for help, her delicate face showing a terrified expression. But no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free from the grip of the gray-clad man's arms, which were like iron pincers.
These men were dressed in gray robes, covering their bodies completely, leaving not even a trace of skin exposed. Their heads were wrapped in headscarves that covered their entire faces, with a piece of white paper affixed to the front, depicting a crescent moon.
"Don't bother shouting. No one will come."
Hanabi was stunned for a moment and turned her head, her panicked eyes fixed on the person who spoke.
The person before her had white hair and a jade-like face, with his eyes closed. He wore white clothes and black boots, exuding a cool aura.
"They're busy defending against the meteors falling from the sky; they won't notice you," the white-haired boy said with a slight smile.
"Who are you?" Hanabi asked uneasily. "Let me go. My sister is very powerful. You can't defeat her."
"Oh?" The white-haired boy stopped, a smile on his lips. "How powerful is she?"
"Did you see the meteor just now?" Hanabi, seeing the white-haired boy pause and thinking he was intimidated, quickly said, "My sister is the one who shattered it. You'd better let me go, and I won't tell my sister. But if you hurt me, she definitely won't spare you."
"Meteor?" The boy's smile froze for a moment before becoming even brighter. "If that's the case, I might as well kill you. That way, no one will know."
Hanabi regretted her words deeply. She had hoped mentioning her sister would scare him off, but it only seemed to make him more malicious.
"If you let me go, I won't tell anyone, not even my sister," Hanabi promised shakily, tears welling up in her eyes. "I promise."
"You seem to have misunderstood something," the boy smirked. "Do you think I would be afraid of a little girl? As for the meteor, it's just a rock from the sky. Shattering it is no big deal."
Hanabi was taken aback, her heart sinking. In her eyes, Kaguya was the strongest person in the world, but this boy seemed unimpressed by her sister. Who was he?
"Your eyes are beautiful," the boy said, stepping closer and leaning down, smiling slightly. Though his eyes were closed, he seemed to see perfectly.
For some reason, those words filled Hanabi with a sudden, intense fear, and she trembled. Although the white-haired boy smiled kindly, in her eyes, it was a devil's smile, cold and terrifying.
The boy's smile widened as he raised his pale hand, his fingers reaching toward Hanabi's eyes.
"Very beautiful. I'm sorry, but they belong to me now."
Seeing his fingers coming closer, Hanabi finally realized what he intended. Her pupils contracted, her face went ashen, and her lips turned pale as she trembled violently, finally screaming out:
"Help, someone save me!"
"Don't bother," the boy smirked mockingly. "No one will come to save you."
"Is that so?"
At that moment, a melodious voice came from not far away, as if it were the sound of heaven, pleasant and soothing.
"Who is it?"
The white-haired boy quickly turned around, a hint of surprise appearing on his pale face. He hadn't sensed this person at all, as if they had appeared out of thin air. Despite his abilities, he hadn't noticed her presence.
"Sister!" Hanabi looked as if she had seen her savior, her face lighting up with joy. She had once been afraid of this sister and rarely called her that. But now, in this critical moment, it was her sister who had come to her rescue, and all the barriers in her heart seemed to be swept away by a warm current.
"So you are the sister she was talking about?" The white-haired boy's eyes glinted with a peculiar light. "You must be more than just her sister, I presume?"
"Blind man, get lost. I'm not talking to you," Kaguya raised her eyebrows, casting a disdainful glance at the white-haired boy.
Even though the white-haired boy had a good temperament, Kaguya's dismissive expression ignited a fire in his heart. He thought the beautiful girl looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before, but her interruption made him forget where.
"Quite an attitude," the white-haired boy snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with a cold light. "However, I'll let you live a little longer. We will meet again, and this world is about to end."
As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired boy's body began to turn transparent, as if he were about to disappear.
"Did I say you could leave?" Kaguya chuckled softly, her beautiful face showing a playful expression.
"What?"
The white-haired boy suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, causing him to clutch his head. He was shocked to find that the space around him had solidified, interrupting the space-time jutsu he had activated. Because of the jutsu's failure, his body returned from a semi-transparent state to solid form.
"Who exactly are you?" The white-haired boy gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain in his head as he looked at the girl in the distance, though his eyes were still closed.
Kaguya paid him no mind and walked over to Hanabi. With a gentle wave of her creamy arm, the gray-robed men released their grip, allowing Hanabi to escape her bonds and fling herself at Kaguya.
"Sister!"
Now safe, Hanabi hugged Kaguya tightly, tears streaming down her face. Being kidnapped and nearly having her eyes taken was indeed a nightmare for a young girl who had never experienced such hardship.
"There, there, don't cry. You're a little crybaby now." Kaguya smiled, reaching into her clothes and pulling out a white handkerchief to wipe Hanabi's tears.
"Okay." Hanabi, realizing her outburst, felt a bit embarrassed. Her pretty eyes stayed fixed on Kaguya, her cheeks flushing pink.
Though she had once been afraid of her, this was her admired big sister.