Chapter 265: Nonō Yakushi
After a period of sparring, it became clear that these ten individuals were not specialists in swordsmanship. Their skill levels were relatively even, making it difficult to determine a clear winner solely through their blade techniques.
Realizing this, the participants began gradually incorporating other techniques into the fight.
"Hey, the person I bet on is actually a Medical-nin," Nagato remarked with some surprise. Medical-nin were rare, and those proficient in combat were even rarer. In the entire ninja world, there were few like Tsunade who excelled at both healing and fighting.
Nagato admitted he didn't know this Anbu personally—he had picked her at random, mostly for the fun of participation. His comment drew the attention of those around him to the match.
"She might even be a beauty," Kawakaze teased, glancing at the female Anbu before looking back at Nagato.
The kunoichi had distinctly feminine features, making it obvious she wasn't male. She had already sheathed her longsword, her hands now glowing with chakra. Her movements became noticeably faster and more fluid, reversing the slight disadvantage she'd been at moments earlier.
Her opponent, aware of the danger, dodged left and right, making every effort to avoid direct contact. The kunoichi's hands were wrapped in the telltale glow of Chakra Scalpels—an advanced A-rank Medical Ninjutsu capable of saving lives or ending them.
Kawakaze, though unfamiliar with the exact jutsu, recognized it immediately for what it was. Tsunade had once told him about the difficulty of using Chakra Scalpels effectively in combat, as their success rate could be inconsistent. For her, they were less practical than her powerful punches.
However, in skilled hands, this technique could have devastating lethality. The way this Anbu kunoichi wielded her Medical Ninjutsu was nothing short of extraordinary.
"What does that have to do with me..." Nagato muttered in confusion. He couldn't understand why someone's appearance mattered—it seemed completely irrelevant to him.
Kawakaze sighed in frustration, momentarily feeling a headache coming on. No wonder people complained about Nagato's personality. Even if he cared deeply for Yahiko, he seemed completely uninterested in Konan—or anyone else, for that matter. Nagato's entire world was about as romantic as hauling bags of bricks up a staircase. Love? Not even on his radar.