Even so, after a dozen seconds, the former Suna kunoichi had broken out of the fog-filled area with only a few minor wounds on her arms and a deep gash on her left thigh, but still not much in the way of mobility.
Unlike the fogmen, who could navigate Kirigakure no Jutsu (Hiding in the Mist Technique) well, Pakura only miraculously missed a few ninjutsu by instinct rather than senses. And the fact that she was still relatively unharmed could not be called anything other than sheer luck.
Just a few more seconds and surrounded on all sides by silent killing specialists, deprived of the usual methods of detection, completely at the mercy of enemies known for their cruelty ...
With a twitch, the girl glanced behind her, not slowing down her running speed and found that two figures of swordsmen - a fat man and a sliver, not inferior to her in speed - had emerged from the thick wall of fog, followed by a crowd of jonins more than two dozen.
Gritting her teeth, the kunoichi took out a couple of pills and popped them in her mouth, crushing them and swallowing them - there was a long chase ahead, and now the wounds that weren't bothersome would have a noticeable effect on her fighting ability in half an hour, while the pursuers were full of strength and hadn't wasted any chakra.
The only good thing was that Kirigakure was not famous for long-range or fast ninjutsu, and the distance of three hundred meters was enough to not fear even Kushimaru Kuriarare and his Nuibari, not to mention the techniques.
Right now it was purely endurance that decided everything and here, Pakura couldn't bet on herself. All she could do was hope that she could get to the nearest Suna post faster than the Mists could catch up with her. And then maybe the chase would stop, though there was little hope of that.
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While the two members of Kiri no Shinobigatana Shichinin Shuu continued to pursue the unexpectedly fast target who had escaped the trap before it could be slammed shut, the last of the three swordsmen sat down on the ground and began to bandage his wounds, gritting his teeth in pain and cursing at the bastard partners who couldn't even get there in time to take down the nasty kekkei genkai wielder who had nearly killed him.
Even though Kushimaru was an insane creature, Jinin felt a certain gratitude towards his colleague, realizing that it was that throw that had saved, stopped Pakura's death blow and prevented him from being completely turned into a blackened mummy, as had already happened to his injured leg or the unlucky Sunovian mummies lying not too far away.
At the same time, the jonin's head was filled with dark thoughts - with his injuries, it would take a long time to recover, if at all possible without replacing his leg, and the Mizukage had no mercy for those who failed missions.
The prospect of being expelled from the seven swordsmen and the great sword Kabutovare would be given a new master loomed ahead.
Too much occupied with his heavy thoughts, anger and pain, Jinin Akimbo did not notice how his shadow from the luminary that had just begun to rise, gained depth.
The shinobi jerked at the last moment, but not being in the best physical shape, he couldn't do anything as he was pierced by a set of black spikes that grew from the shadow behind him almost instantly.
- Wh-who? - The shinobi managed to wheeze, struggling to turn around and gurgling blood with his mouth.
But even S-rangs don't live long with their hearts cut in two and their guts turned to mush, so after a few moments, the light in the swordsman's eyes faded and the breathless body slumped to the side as the spikes retracted back into the shadows.
The next moment, two black hands grew from there, grabbing and dragging the Kabutovare lying next to its former owner, leaving behind not a single trace that could shed any light on the identity of the assassin.
Even the wounded Chunin, who were not in pursuit and were not too far away, found the swordsman's corpse only a few minutes later.
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