Chapter 84
"Well~ this place looks like a damn target. I'm an idiot, you know? Zixu always says I'm too easy to fool, so don't go explaining shit to me. Anyway... will this bullet actually fire?"
Aburame Hatsuizumi stared at the man in front of her, his face drenched in tears, but there wasn't a shred of sympathy in her eyes.
"Depends on your luck~"
She smiled and pulled the trigger. The moment froze—the man's desperate face, the bullet spiraling out of the barrel, the impending loss of life.
Gunfire bloomed into a gruesome flower on the man's forehead. He had been close—just a little more, and he would've fully activated his technique. At worst, he could have dragged Hatsuizumi down with him. But luck wasn't on his side today. Hatsuizumi's bullet was faster. It blew straight through his skull, leaving nothing but a lifeless husk.
"Not very lucky~"
Hatsuizumi shook her head, wiped the blood splatter from her cheek, and holstered her gun. Just as she was about to leave, something caught her eye—black markings appearing on the man's body. They looked like... a fūinjutsu pattern? A bit like the Eight Trigrams? But before she could analyze further, the markings faded, vanishing along with the life in the man's body.
She adjusted her glasses, frowning. The corpse was unusual. She made a mental note of it, then packed up all her prototype firearms. Now that the fight was over, it was time to clean up. Blowing off some steam with target practice was fun, but she still had to deal with the destruction she'd caused. She planned to incinerate the remains and send them to the crematorium.
"Notify Hyuga Chinano—those rebels should be waking up about now..."
She pulled out a small snail-like device—the Den Den Mushi that Zixu had given them.
Dolulu, dolulu...