Chapter 267: Instant Kill – The Seven Ninja Swordsmen
Huff… huff...
The desert was filled with pits and puddles of water.
Pakura stood beside one of them, breathing heavily. Blood dripped from a wound on her forehead.
She crouched slightly, three shuriken embedded in her bare back, and two kunai lodged in her toned thighs.
Her outfit, soaked in blood and water, clung tightly to her body, highlighting her already form-fitting attire and showcasing every alluring curve of her figure.
Despite her exhausted state, her scorching beauty was undiminished.
But no one had the luxury to admire it.
"This monster…"
"Hasn't she run out of chakra yet?"
Across from her, the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist were also panting heavily, their eyes filled with disbelief.
She had withstood the relentless barrage of their combined jutsu for nearly thirty minutes—utterly terrifying.
Their chakra reserves were nearly depleted.
Only Kisame Hoshigaki still had some to spare, thanks to Samehada replenishing him.
But since he hadn't been able to close in, Samehada couldn't absorb Pakura 's chakra either, and Kisame himself was clearly worn out.
"Finish her off, Kisame," Raiga Kurosuki growled, clenching his teeth. Of the seven, he had burned the most chakra. "This place isn't safe—we need to pull out."
They had come together to eliminate Pakura quickly.
Now it had dragged on for half an hour.
The Suna shinobi who fled earlier had surely returned to base. Reinforcements could arrive any moment. If they got caught in an ambush, they'd be the ones hunted.
"Anyone have kunai or explosive tags left?" Kisame asked.
He was good with Water Release, but Pakura 's Scorch Release completely countered him. Using explosive tools was more effective.
"No more!"
"Same here!"
Raiga and the others shook their heads. They had used up everything.
Now it was up to Kisame to wear her down while they conserved chakra for retreat. Even if Pakura died, they wouldn't escape pursuit otherwise.
Seeing their expectant gazes, Kisame felt mentally drained—but helpless. Such was the nature of Kirigakure.
If any member risked capture, they were to be executed on the spot to protect intel.
Now, the six of them were near collapse. With Kisame still functional, they were relying entirely on him.
He looked around grimly—then stepped forward.
"Water Release—wait!"
Just as Kisame was about to launch a Water Style jutsu, he noticed Pakura forming hand seals.
She was slow—but the sequence was unique.
He remembered that seal pattern—the same one she used to blow open half his gut with her high-temperature heat ray.
Before she could finish, Kisame instinctively leapt to the side.
The other six, always watching her closely, panicked as well. They either jumped up or threw themselves flat to the ground.
Clap!
Pakura slammed her hands together—yet nothing happened.
She smirked, still gasping for air, and mocked them, "Wha… what Seven Ninja Swordsmen? Nothing but cowards!"
Damn it!
Am I really going to die here?
She was mocking aloud, but inside she was fuming at a certain someone.
Her vision blurred. Her strength waned. Her chakra was utterly spent.
Holding out this long under siege from all seven of the Swordsmen was an achievement in itself.
But in the end, limited chakra reserves were her downfall.
"You damn woman!"
"Die already!"
"You filthy wench!!"
"Water Release—!"
"Lightning Release—!"
"Fire Release—!"
Realizing they'd been tricked, all seven erupted with rage. Their minds flashed back to their own clownish reactions. Forget conserving chakra—they unleashed their final jutsu at her in a blind fury.
So this is it…?
The various jutsu grew larger in her eyes. Pakura stood quietly, no fear on her face.
To die for her village—she had no regrets.
She just wished she could've taken at least one of them with her.
I hope that bastard Windwalker catches up and finishes these seven off...
Pakura closed her eyes, ready to meet death.
But then—
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
Explosions thundered around her. But death never came.
Opening her eyes, she saw turbulent water, crackling lightning, and falling fire—all blocked by an invisible barrier—no, not blocked. Everything that touched it vaporized instantly.
It was just like her own high-temperature blade.
"Who…?"
A trace of confusion appeared in her gaze. She'd never seen such a technique.
But whoever it was, she was saved.
At that thought, her tense body finally relaxed. She collapsed forward—
Duang!
Duang!
Strong arms wrapped around her waist, catching her gently by the hips—and also cupping her two "coconuts"—firmly holding her upright.
Then a hot hand pressed against her back, and pale green chakra spread rapidly over her body.
It tickles...
Pakura wriggled instinctively. But then she realized something—
Her strength was coming back. The fatigue and weakness were fading. Her wounds itched as they healed.
Clink clink...
The kunai and shuriken embedded in her body clattered to the ground, pushed out by rapid regeneration. Her wounds sealed visibly before her eyes.
"You couldn't even beat the Seven Ninja Swordsmen? And you think you can take me?"
"Heh."
That familiar taunting voice sounded behind her.
Pakura was thrilled—but also immediately furious, especially at the warm, palm-on-coconut feeling.
"Let me go, you pervert!"
She slapped away his hand and stumbled out of his arms, turning to glare.
"You're so strong—why didn't you come sooner?! Now that I've drained their chakra, you show up to pick off the leftovers—and you have the nerve to say I couldn't beat them?!"
Li Yao's Wind Clone simply smiled and shook his head. He didn't bother arguing. Ever since he'd married her older sister, Ye Yi, Pakura had been increasingly bold around him.
One day, I'll make her mine too, he thought, glancing down at the swaying curves.
"Wait a second."
Pakura suddenly looked at him suspiciously. "Brother-in-law, since when do you know medical ninjutsu that powerful?"
"It's a secret," Li Yao's Wind Clone replied casually.
"Who are you?!"
The jutsu dissipated—lightning faded, fire burned out, and water fell still. Seeing the new arrival, Kisame and the others grew wary.
Li Yao stepped forward, standing between Pakura and the Swordsmen.
"Watch closely," he said, "as I instantly annihilate your so-called Seven Ninja Swordsmen."
He raised his right hand toward them.
"No! It's the Fourth Kazekage!"
Kisame's face turned pale. His voice shook as he shouted to his comrades.
He turned and bolted.
The others reacted fast. Hearing "Fourth Kazekage," they knew exactly what that meant.
A village Kage was on a completely different level.
They had no intention of fighting anymore—just escape.
But…
Too late.
Shing shing shing…
Pakura thought she heard countless slashing sounds ripping through space itself.
Then—
The Seven Ninja Swordsmen, who had just turned to run, were sliced to pieces like blocks of tofu.
Dozens of chunks of flesh and bone fell to the sand.
They were dead before they even realized it.
(END CHAPTER)
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