"Hmph, you really don't take your life and death seriously!" Zabuza, still dazed, but Kurosuki Raiga quickly came to his senses and roared in anger, "Then you two can become a pair of corpses while staying like that!"
He took out another bottle of poison from his arms and threw it towards Arata and Konan.
Plop!
Arata didn't even look back while kissing and casually grabbed the poison bottle in his hand.
He gently pushed Konan, who was still immersed in pleasure, away, breaking the thread of saliva that connected them, which also broke soon, and slowly stood up.
Now that their skin was no longer connected, Konan finally realized what she had just done. She drooped her head in shame, and a deep blush spread across her cheeks.
[Congratulations on obtaining the memory transmission technique.]
Memory transfer?
Arata looked at the reward he received in his mind with a surprised expression.
This was a good thing as it could convey the memory images in his mind to the person he wanted to convey them to.
It was also a good technique that suited his perversion—
No! Wait!!
Could it be that he was getting used to the perverted tasks the system was giving him?!
Damn it, no! How did that happen!!
Gritting his teeth in his heart, Arata stared at the poison bottle in his hand. He looked at Raiga and said lightly, "Is this your secret weapon? I don't know what is inside?"
"Want to know?" Kurosuki Raiga's face turned a little pale due to excessive blood loss from the wounds on his body, but he still sneered at Arata and said, "You can try it yourself, I don't mind it."
"It's a good suggestion. You are indeed a good person." Arata did not hesitate and unscrewed the cap of the bottle before taking a deep whiff of the smell radiating from it. Purple smoke directly traveled from his nose and came out from his mouth.
Huh?
This epic and heart-throbbing performance made everyone present stunned. They looked at Arata as if they were looking at a monster.
"Oh my, I just realized that I am not a pharmacist, so I cannot analyze this poison at all." Arata threw the bottle aside and shrugged with a look of pity on his face. "But I have to say that the smell of the poison is not that pungent. It's actually quite fragrant if you ask me."
"How is it possible? This boy is so stupid!" Kurosuki Raiga looked at the young man in front of him, whose face was still glowing, and almost started doubting his life.
"Uh-huh, but it's a pity that you're going to die soon." Arata put up his posture and whispered, "Mr. Kurosuki Raiga, do you still remember the Eight Inner Gates techniques?"
"Wha— what?!" Kurosuki Raiga's eyes widened, and his body began to tremble unconsciously. "Why do you ask? Could it be that..."
Uh-huh.
The young man before him suddenly turned into a streak of light and vanished from his place before reappearing in front of him. Kurosuki Raiga instinctively raised the sword in his hands in front of his chest to block the attack.
Thud!
Arata kicked him on the inner thigh without hesitation, and the force caused Kurosuki Raiga to bend in agony. His body collapsed to the ground as he looked at Arata angrily. "That was not the Eight Inner Gates at all!"
"Of course it wasn't. I only asked if you knew about that technique, not that I would use it." Arata blinked at him innocently before turning his eyes to Zabuza, who had already lost an arm. "Friend, do you still want to resist?"
Cold sweat broke out on Zabuza's forehead.
He finally realized that the kid in front of him was no simple boy!
Even if there were suspicions of fraud and sneak attacks, being able to deal with Kurosuki Raiga, one of the Seven Swordsmen of Kirigakure, so easily spoke for itself. What could he possibly do to such a boy in his current injured state and with low chakra reserves?
'Not to mention.' Turning his head, Zabuza looked at the companion of the boy.
The woman in the black robe, who should have been in a poisoned state, was now blocking his way to retreat, and there were no signs of her being poisoned at all.
Not only was she not poisoned, but even her skin seemed to have become whiter and more delicate.
(Ah… the jade beauty… we are just lacking a young master...)
That's outrageous!
Now that things had come to this, Zabuza could only use the last trick up his sleeve.
Zabuza frowned and made a decision in his heart.
In Gato's building, the atmosphere in the hall fell into a strange silence.
Kurosuki Raiga's right leg was broken by a kick, and he was left crippled. Arata even added another punch to make him fall into a deep sleep.
Among the remaining Jonins, only Zabuza was still standing, looking for an opportunity to make his final move.
Arata and Konan were blocking his retreat, waiting for him to make a move.
'That's right, it's just a play now.' Arata was looking forward to seeing what kind of tricks Zabuza could perform under this situation.
As for turning the situation in his favor? That kind of thing was absolutely impossible!
Zabuza was not Naruto. Could he still shout "friendship" and "bonds" to tap into the power of the Nine-Tails that didn't even exist inside him?
Arata only scoffed at that thought. If Zabuza could really get away in his current state, let the system make his close friends and relatives perform a handstand and have diarrhea at the same time on the spot!