Chapter 32: The Iron-Blooded Loli
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Fuguki Suikazan coughed up mouthfuls of blood, his pale face drenched in sweat. A few of his subordinates rushed to his side, patting his chest and rubbing his back in a futile attempt to ease his pain.
"There... must be a traitor... there must be... a traitor. When I... find him... I'll tear him... limb from limb," he growled between labored breaths.
This ambush, led by Fuguki Suikazan, could only be described as a tragic failure. Ever since his defeat in the Land of Fields, he had been harboring a burning rage. As a member of the legendary Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, ambushing a mere Kazekage escort team should have been an effortless task—or so he thought. Yet, before he could even finish slaughtering a small village, he found himself counter-ambushed. Who could have guessed that a green-clad, bearded man would wield such overwhelming physical strength, launching devastating air cannons with mere taijutsu? The once-mighty Seven Ninja Swordsmen had been reduced to a pitiful trio. This elite force, painstakingly assembled by the Second Mizukage and once capable of annihilating an entire small nation, had been utterly humiliated. Fuguki swore to avenge this disgrace.
When the elders of Kirigakure proposed a covert mission to attack Sunagakure, hoping to ignite a war between the Sand and Mist villages, Fuguki, still nursing his wounds, volunteered to lead the charge. He vowed to catch the Sand Village off guard, leaving a trail of corpses in his wake. Though the elders were initially hesitant, they noticed the fiery determination in his small, beady eyes. Realizing that the primary goal of the mission was not to kill but to cause chaos, they concluded that Fuguki's volatile state of mind made him the perfect candidate. Thus, they reluctantly approved his request.
Brimming with confidence, Fuguki Suikazan led a thousand-strong force toward Sunagakure. As they approached a narrow mountain pass, a faint glimmer of firelight appeared in the distance. Drawing closer, they saw a young girl with her hair tied in buns, standing calmly at the pass. Three flaming orbs hovered above her head, illuminating her delicate, loli-like face, which radiated both beauty and an eerie, otherworldly aura.
"It's you!" Fuguki Suikazan exclaimed, his eyes narrowing. He recognized the girl immediately—she was the same kunoichi who had blocked their retreat in the Land of Fields. It was her fireballs that had struck down Jinpachi Munashi and Kushimaru Kuriarare, killing them as they fled.
Pakura said nothing. She silently drew the blade from her back and etched a line into the ground with its tip.