Two system options appeared before Ebara:
[Option 1: Refuse. Women are a hassle—they only slow my hand signs. Reward: 10 Speed Attribute Points!]
[Option 2: Agree. Let's see how this Flower Princess plans to be "inhuman." Reward: Immunity to Jonin-level and below illusions!]
No brainer—Option 2.
"Deal," Ebara said, pulling Flower Princess into his lap. "Let's discuss this in your room."
[Choice successful! Reward: Immunity to Jonin-level and below illusions!]
Flower Princess lowered her gaze, her slender fingers slipping through Ebara's clothes, pressing against his chest.
"My lord, you better not be lying…" she purred, lifting her eyes. "My hand can hear your heartbeat."
Her tone, her breath, her soft murmurs, her movements—pure seduction, a venomous lure.
Ebara's blood surged, urging him to pin her down and claim her.
To become her slave, at her mercy.
"I'm telling the truth," he said, grabbing her teasing hand. "Who wouldn't want to take a beauty like you home?"
She pulled free, pressing again. "Your heart says you're lying…"
"Does it? How do you know?"
"I told you, my hand hears your heartbeat."
"But I'm honest. What now?"
"Simple," she said, her fingers spreading over his chest. "Let me see your heart."
"How?"
She glanced up, then stabbed her hand toward his heart. "Just take it out."
A smirk curled her lips. She didn't need to rip it out—one drop of blood, and she'd win.
Imagining Ebara's power (Chapter 59, Chiyo's defeat), the strength she'd gain from sacrificing him to Jashin thrilled her.
But her excitement halted as her fingers couldn't pierce his skin.
A breeze locked her body in place.
Ebara's Wind Style: Binding Breeze (Chapter 65) held her fast.
He'd been wary, knowing Jashin's tactics (Chapter 68).
No way he'd let her draw blood.
"No need to rush," Ebara said, stepping back. "Meet my good brother, Taiyo Sakutaka!"
He dodged, revealing Sakumo, hands already forming seals.
Sakumo's eyes locked onto Flower Princess, growing larger in her vision.
Suddenly, she was no longer in Flower House but a damp, dark cave.
Screams of agony echoed.
Following the sound, she saw children—five or six years old—whipped by robed figures.
The whips left deep gouges in stone.
The children's pain was unimaginable, crying and begging.
The robed figures chanted, "Only those who endure, embrace, and enjoy pain earn Lord Jashin's favor. His power isn't for useless trash."
Flower Princess froze.
Among the children, one looked at her, eyes full of desperate hope.
She said nothing, but Flower Princess heard: Save me…
It was her younger self.
She turned and fled.
As Sakumo trapped Flower Princess in the illusion, Ebara moved, removing her… shoes and socks.
"Not just a beauty, even her feet are perfect," he said.
Long arches, delicate toes—he almost wanted to toy with them.
But he snapped out of it, turning to Sakumo. "She's definitely Jashin."
Her foot bore the same cult tattoo as the boy's (Chapter 68), but unscarred—intact.
She might know Jashin's location.
"Argh!" Flower Princess roared, snapping awake.
Sakumo warned, "She's breaking free."
As he spoke, she escaped the illusion, spotting the tattoo on her foot.
"Your feet are gorgeous," Ebara said innocently. "One question: do they ever get sweaty or smelly?"
"Hmph!" Flower Princess didn't answer, kicking at him.
Ebara dodged, fanning his nose. "Guess even beauties have foot odor!"
His flippant act enraged her.
Her plan was to stay undetected, but they'd played her.
"You're dead!" she roared.
Her hands flew, and she exhaled a fragrant mist toward Ebara.
He dodged swiftly.
Hiss…
The pillar behind him sizzled, corroding instantly.
Boom!
The roof caved but didn't collapse.
"Boil Release?" Ebara frowned.
He hadn't expected her to have a kekkei genkai.
She had no time to answer—Sakumo attacked.
His short sword, White Fang, gleamed, enveloping her in sword light.
A master swordsman, Sakumo's blade had claimed countless victories.
"Water Style: Water Wall!" Flower Princess spat, raising a barrier.
Sakumo's sword shredded it, aiming for her throat.
She retreated, and they burst out of the room.
A crimson scythe—three-bladed, like Hidan's Bloody March Scythe—slashed at Sakumo.
It tore through the air.
Flower Princess switched to offense, charging Sakumo.
"Wind Style: Vacuum Great Sphere!"
A gust from the room blasted Flower Princess and the scythe-wielding old man out.
The commotion woke the building.
"Two-on-one? Unfair," Ebara said, stepping out. "Sakumo, handle the old guy. Flower Princess is mine."
He grinned.
Battling a beauty? His favorite thing.
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