The appearance of the sudden figure reignited hope in her once-desperate heart.
Despite her dire situation—surrounded by dozens of elite Kirigakure ninja—Pakura felt an unprecedented sense of relief as Mirai stepped into view.
Her strong will to survive surged again, clearing her once-clouded mind. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Uchiha Mirai!"
Hearing her voice, Uchiha Mirai turned and smiled casually. "That's me, Pakura."
Looking at his familiar face, so close now, Pakura muttered in disbelief, "You… you… How are you even here?"
From Konoha to this battlefield, it was a distance of thousands of miles. How could he travel so far so quickly?
It was as if he could read her thoughts. Mirai spoke plainly, "The answer is simple…"
"Because I'm strong."
His statement left Pakura momentarily speechless.
If anyone else had said such a thing, she would have dismissed it as arrogant boasting.
But from Mirai, the words carried a weight of truth that was impossible to deny.
After all…
On the battlefield, he had displayed power akin to that of a god.
Seeing her fall silent, Mirai glanced at their surroundings and remarked, "Is this all it takes to push you to the brink?"
"Not everyone's like you!" Pakura retorted, rolling her eyes.
Outside of a rare few—Raikage, those with Magnet Release bloodline limits, or jinchūriki—most shinobi, no matter how skilled, could still fall to a well-aimed kunai or an exploding tag.
In theory, sheer numbers and concentrated attacks could allow even a group of Genin to take down a Kage-level ninja.
The Kirigakure commander finally spoke, his voice cautious.
"Uchiha Mirai, this is a matter between Kirigakure and Sunagakure. Why are you interfering?"
He was inwardly cursing his luck.
Why is this butcher here?
When had Pakura, a Sunagakure kunoichi, gotten involved with Uchiha Mirai?
"She's one of mine," Mirai said lightly. "So, I'm going to make sure she stays alive."
"Then we'll take our leave now."
The Kirigakure commander had no intention of fighting Uchiha Mirai.
During the Third Shinobi World War, he had witnessed firsthand the man's terrifying power in battle on a distant island.
The image of the towering, god-like figure wielding Susano'o—hundreds of meters tall—had seared into his memory. That day, thousands of Kirigakure's elite had been routed in utter despair.
If not for the sheer number of casualties in that battle, there was no way he, a mere survivor, would have risen to his current position.
But to his dismay, Mirai shook his head at his words.
"Your luck's run out. Since you've gotten involved, none of you will leave here alive."
Before the words had even faded, the Kirigakure commander shouted, "Kill them!"
Dozens of Kirigakure elite ninja charged at Mirai.
Mirai clapped his hands lightly. "Wood Release: Piercing Branches Technique!"
Countless wooden spikes shot out in all directions. Screams erupted as the Kirigakure ninja fell, one after another.
The moment the spikes pierced flesh, they rapidly expanded, sprouting sharp branches that tore through bodies.
Even a grazing wound was enough to reduce someone to a bloodied pincushion.
[ Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully plundering: Chakra +1! ]
[ Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully plundering: Mental Strength +1! ]
[ Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully plundering: Physique +1! ]
[ … ]
In mere moments, the battlefield fell silent.
All the Kirigakure elites lay lifeless on the ground.
Watching this scene, Pakura's mouth opened in a stunned "O."
Too strong…
He'd annihilated so many elites—including some Jōnin-level fighters—in an instant.
And Mirai hadn't even moved.
His only action had been to clap his hands lightly.
But what shocked her even more was…
The technique Mirai had used—it was Wood Style!
The bloodline limit unique to the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama!
It was with Wood Style that Hashirama had brought peace to the warring states era, earning the title of "God of Shinobi."
But now, Uchiha Mirai had also mastered this legendary bloodline limit?
How was this even possible?
Was the Mangekyō Sharingan truly this powerful?
Bang!
Pakura snapped out of her thoughts as Mirai tossed the Kirigakure commander—now under a genjutsu—at her feet.
"Not bad talent," Mirai said cryptically.
Confused, Pakura followed his gaze and rubbed her jaw, sore from gaping too long.
"What talent?"
Mirai shook his head. "Never mind. If you've got questions, ask them now."
He crouched beside her and began removing the kunai and shuriken embedded in her body. Outwardly, he used Mystical Palm Technique, but secretly, he activated Takamagahara to heal her rapidly.
Once again, Pakura was dumbfounded.
She could feel her injuries healing at an incredible rate. Within seconds, not only were all her wounds gone, but her chakra reserves were also restored.
Even his healing techniques were monstrous. This guy really is a freak!
As she stared at Mirai, Pakura couldn't help but envy the Konoha ninja.
How reassuring it must be to have such a powerhouse fighting alongside them.
"What are you spacing out for?" Mirai's voice snapped her back to reality. "If you don't have anything to ask, I'll kill him now."
Pakura's expression turned serious. She looked at the dazed Kirigakure commander and asked coldly, "Who leaked this mission to you?
"And earlier, what did you mean when you said Rasa gave you an unexpected gift?"
The commander's hollow voice replied, "This mission was part of a secret deal. Sunagakure was to deliver some skilled and reputable ninja to us, and in return, we would provide them with money…"
Hearing this, Pakura's heart sank.
No wonder so many of the village's ninja had recently died during missions.
The village had sold them out.
Rasa, you bastard. What are you thinking?!
Her voice was ice-cold. "Explain everything. I want to know the truth!"
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