So, Yorin opened his Sharingan.
The two women fighting were both curvy, gorgeous, and lightning-quick kunoichi.
One had red hair and green eyes, a sinuous figure and rose-petal lips. A teasing smile played at the corner of her mouth; dark blue nail polish on fingers and toes, a blue dress with one shoulder bared and just a hint of cleavage—altogether she radiated a sultry glamour.
She was none other than one of the evergreens of Hokage fanbooks, the future Mizukage Mei Terumi, head of the "desperate-to-marry" faction in the Mist.
Wielding Lava Release and Boil Release, two kekkei genkai, her strength was beyond question.
She wasn't yet at her absolute peak—age and time—but your average jōnin still wouldn't be her match.
Her opponent was no slouch either.
Her figure was no less than Mei's—absolutely top-tier. Her long dark-green hair was tied up, with fashionable brown highlights, giving her a sharper, cooler air.
Her outfit wasn't as aggressively sexy as Mei's. Still—kunoichi, you know the deal—high mobility means light gear.
White shoulders and sculpted thighs were bare. Her exceptionally well-shaped back was almost completely exposed—such a beautiful back, what a waste not to cup it. And as if to accentuate her chest, she had bandages wrapped around her waist—purely for visual effect.
She was Sunagakure's war hero, Bloodline Limit user of Scorch Release—Pakura.
…
Seeing the scene, Uchiha Yorin immediately recalled the "canon" counterpart:
Pakura being betrayed by her own village and traded away as a bargaining chip between Suna and Kiri. He hadn't expected to stumble into that here of all places.
If he hadn't run into it, he wouldn't have chased it—he knows the story, but he's not a full-service hero. A beautiful big sis dying is a pity, sure, but the shinobi world claims lives by the thousands—
beautiful big sisters, innocent children—shinobi won't spare you for either.
But now—well, here they were.
And this was Konoha's turf.
The Mist coming to kill on our ground?
As the Fourth's dearest friend and sworn brother, he'd be the first to say no!
So Uchiha Yorin stepped forward:
"Woah."
The corner of his mouth hooked up in an amused smile. "Nice—I love watching girls fight."
Pakura: "?"
Mei Terumi: "!"
"A Konoha shinobi?"
"Konoha's Flame Claw!!"
Unlike Pakura, who only recognized the forehead protector, Mei knew the face.
In the Third Ninja War, the Uchiha took the Mist front.
Back then, pre-system, Yorin "interacted" with Kiri's good friends one blade and one spear at a time, earning the nickname Konoha's Flame Claw.
As a rising star of Kiri, Mei had never met him in person, but she'd heard the name—and remembered the handsome face.
She wasn't yet at that hormone-imbalanced, can't-find-a-husband age—but the personality was already there. Facing Uchiha Yorin, a man with 32 points in Handsome, how could she not feel a flutter?
Under the pretext of "careful study," she'd "borrowed" his wanted poster home—and, at night when no one was around, given herself a private "reward."
Do something like that and of course you feel guilty—so when she saw the man himself, she couldn't help a tiny shiver.
Only a shiver.
Shinobi are a cold profession—Kiri especially; "Bloody Mist" doesn't breed mercy.
Mei had carved her way this far—don't think a poster-session would make her soft.
Block her, and even if you're the Sage of Six Paths, she'll kill you right here.
Of course, before the first blow, she'd try one last salvage:
"Flame Claw—Kiri isn't here for you today. This has nothing to do with you—stay out of the way."
…
Kiri's intel lagged; Mei didn't know that by now Yorin was a master among masters.
They'd heard he'd killed Danzō—but Danzō had been hunted for days already, was in poor condition, and his reputation was more "shadow-ops" than "fighter." No one expected elite-level combat from him.
So Yorin cutting him down wasn't shocking. At least Mei figured she was no weaker than Yorin.
She wasn't worried about him (Tsunade, eyes rolling, was still in reserve, hidden in the thick fog).
She worried about Yorin + Pakura together—if they teamed up, she might GG before Kiri's ambush arrived.
If she could talk him off and keep the fight one-on-one, that'd be best.
…
Unlike Mei, Pakura still didn't know what was going on. She watched Yorin warily and kept her mouth shut.
She didn't know Suna had sold her. She thought she was on a secret mission, meeting Kiri.
She never imagined Kiri would backstab her. Poisoned and cut, she was at half her normal power.
Otherwise, one of Suna's top fighters would hardly fear a "newbie" like Mei—Mei wouldn't live to become Mizukage.
…
Even so, she'd already killed everyone except Mei.
When Yorin arrived, there were a dozen dried corpses on the ground—every drop of water drawn out by Pakura's Scorch Release.
Her signature was just one move—Scorch Release: Extremely Steaming Murder—but the lethality and effect were stunning. A true anti-personnel noble phantasm.
On that move alone, Yorin was willing to call her the shinobi world's best at draining.
…
Betrayed by allies; now Konoha interference—the whole thing was weird. Pakura's caution was justified.
Mei and Yorin looked "opposed," but who knew if this was a ploy?
Or maybe this Uchiha was a fake—some Kiri shinobi with a Transformation to muddy the water?
From her look, Yorin knew exactly what she was thinking.
Ah, he'd wanted a classic hero-saves-beauty entry—but big sis wasn't buying it.
Sure enough, "Uchiha" doesn't pair well with Justice.
No matter.
Yorin had Plan B.
"Caution's good—but I don't like that look in your eyes."
Pakura: "?"
"So—take a nap. When you wake, everything will be fine."
Pakura: "!"
A flare of danger hit—Uchiha Yorin was going to move on her.
She almost laughed in anger:
"So I'm just that beneath you?!
"I'm Pakura of Scorch Release! Any two-bit mutt dares bare its teeth at me—woah!"
Next second—Lightning Armor lit, Thunder–Fire dual blades out, and one of the Eight Gates popped for good measure—Pakura's eyes flew wide.
Why did he know Kumo's secret Lightning Chakra Mode?!
What was with those two blades—how did they carry two different chakra natures?!
And that terrifying jolt—like he opened a meridian and his body spiked in an instant?!
Most important—was it too late to take back what she just said?
Too late.
Yorin was already wearing the ultra-bright, signature Uchiha grin.
"Get ready, Pakura-nee. I—am—coming!"
Lightning flashed, blades gleamed like frost, and Uchiha Yorin charged.
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