Sweat poured down her eyes, her wounds stung and twitched with flashes of pain, her heart was about to jump out of her chest and every dozen meters at top speed was difficult, but Pakura didn't give up, stubbornly continuing to run through the desert, even though she was beginning to realize that her strength to reach the post would not be enough, despite the fact that thanks to the familiar terrain, she was even able to break away from the pursuers for two kilometers, leaving the usual jonins far behind.
Only the swordsmen were not going to give up and even began to shorten the distance, being in better shape than her. According to Pakura's estimate, this distance would be reduced to zero in about twenty minutes, while the target was still about forty minutes away, if she kept up her speed.
And how could four jonin with a dozen chunin, whose presence was required by regulation, help against two S-oks? Especially when she'd wasted all her strength during the chase and wouldn't be able to help.
Moreover, there was already a slight lightness in her head, signaling blood loss, and it was becoming dangerous to take more of the appropriate pills.
After making a difficult decision, Pakura stopped after she had hidden from the pursuers' gaze behind another dune and tried to catch her breath, winding explosive seals on almost all the kunai she had left.
Counting down the seconds in her mind, the kunoichi threw five of the seven into the sand, sincerely hoping that the long chase had dulled the vigilance of the pair of pursuers and detonated the kibakufudas the moment the swordsmen swung over the sand hill at full speed, coming directly within striking range.
- Katz!
The explosion concealed the fat man and the sliver for a moment, and the kunoichi added the remaining projectiles in a canopy to where the opponents were supposed to be in order to cover a larger area.
After the second explosion, a roar of pain erupted from the rising sand cloud and a violent chakra burst scattered the sandy suspension with smoke in different directions, allowing the swordsmen to be seen.
- Bitch! I'll kill you!!! - Fuguki almost roared, his clothes were cut and bloody, and his sword-free hand was covering his left eye, blood trickling from underneath.
It seemed to be the only serious injury to the owner of the Samehada that served as a shield. Kushimaru slipped out from behind the massive figure of his partner, who was using human shield tactics and was almost unharmed by the explosions and shrapnel.
- At least this way," Pakura sighed quietly and a little doom-laden, clutching her kunai and tensely summoning the flaming orbs around her, preparing to sell her life for a higher price.
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