Jun froze.
"W-What…?"
Her eyes widened in disbelief, quickly followed by panic.
The meaning behind Evan's words was unmistakable—
and terrifying.
[Jun hatred +5000]
"What? You're unwilling?"
Evan laughed lightly, clearly entertained.
"You… what do you think I am!?"
Jun's chest rose and fell sharply, anger and humiliation twisting her expression.
"You're just Pakura's student," Evan said lazily.
"Technically, shouldn't you call me 'teacher's husband'? Isn't that how it works?"
He lifted her chin with a finger.
[Jun hatred +10000]
Excellent—Pakura's disciple truly was similar to her.
Easy to provoke.
Easy to manipulate.
A perfect source of hatred points.
"You monster!"
Jun's voice trembled with fury.
"Thanks for the compliment."
Evan stood, releasing the chakra seal he'd placed on her.
"You can move again. Go on—show your sincerity."
"You—!"
"If you refuse," Evan cut in coldly, "then I'll simply return to Pakura. I'm sure she won't enjoy what comes next."
He smiled.
"You don't want me doing anything to her… do you?"
[Jun hatred +10000]
Jun's breath hitched.
"No… please don't hurt Teacher… I—"
Her lips quivered as she forced the words out.
"I'll… I'll do it."
Her voice was small, shaking with despair.
A moment later—
Evan inspected her from a short distance, satisfied.
Her gesture of "sincerity" didn't require nudity in this rewrite—
instead, she had lowered her outer garments to expose a shoulder and bow deeply in submission, an action symbolic in Sunagakure culture, equivalent to offering oneself completely to protect a superior.
Her trembling posture said everything about the level of humiliation she felt.
Very well.
Evan turned away, folding his hands behind his back.
"That's enough. Go home and wait.
In a few days, Pakura will return to you."
Jun stared at his retreating figure.
Then her legs buckled, and she collapsed onto the forest floor.
Frantically, she pulled her clothing back over herself, wrapping her trembling body tightly.
Her chest ached as she breathed.
Tears welled in her eyes, rolling silently down her cheeks.
Would he really let her teacher go?
Her heart pounded wildly, confused and terrified.
The fragile strings inside her—those of loyalty, fear, and desperation—were being pulled hard, threatening to snap.
Evan exited the Forest of Death, expression thoughtful.
Yes—his method was correct.
Women produced far more hatred value than men.
In just this brief encounter, he'd earned tens of thousands of points from Jun alone.
Still… he was far from the million he needed.
"Hm?"
Evan suddenly looked ahead, annoyed.
"Tch. Stupid rats."
Four masked figures appeared in his path, all dressed in black cloaks.
The specialized attire of ANBU.
But their aura was cold, stagnant—
and unmistakably stale.
Root.
Danzo's dogs again.
Hadn't he killed enough of them?
"Evan. Lord Danzo requests your presence."
The tanuki-masked ninja spoke coldly.
"No."
Evan rolled his eyes.
He couldn't be bothered with Danzo today.
"Tch. You don't have a choice," the ANBU snapped, reaching for his blade.
Evan stared at him strangely.
"You must be new."
"…What?" The ninja hesitated.
"Your seniors never taught you?" Evan smiled thinly.
"Never draw your blade in front of me."
"Arrogant fool!"
The Root ninja snarled.
"No matter how strong you are, four jōnin are enough to take you down!"
"It's five, actually," Evan corrected casually. "But whatever. Hurry up. I'm busy."
Rage filled the masked faces.
"Give him a lesson!"
They erupted into action, chakra flaring.
The sword-wielder vanished.
In a blink, he appeared behind Evan, two shadow clones splitting from him—
"Leaf-Style Swordsmanship: Crescent Moon Dance!"
Evan didn't move.
The Root ninja sneered.
"Scared stiff? So much for your reputation!"
His blade swung toward Evan's throat—
sigh…
A quiet exhale brushed his ear.
The "Evan" before him flickered—
and shattered like mist.
"An afterimage—?! When!?"
"Look out!"
Shff!
Slice—slice—slice—slice.
Blood sprayed into the air.
The sword-wielder felt his throat grow cold.
His vision blurred.
He saw only a single kunai—
floating like a streak of light—
as it curved away from him.
His teammates—still forming hand seals—
collapsed in unison, clutching their cut throats.
Not one had completed a jutsu.
"H-How…?"
His voice gurgled.
"Don't form seals in front of me," Evan said coldly behind him.
"It's suicide."
Darkness swallowed him.
[EXP gained: +1500]
[EXP gained: +1000]
[EXP gained: +1000]
[EXP gained: +1000]
Evan twirled his finger, recalling the hovering kunai to float obediently beside him.
Sword control was overkill; kunai were plenty for trash.
He looked down at the bodies with mild annoyance.
"Even Danzo doesn't dare raise his voice at me.
What possessed you idiots to try?"
He continued forward without a backward glance.
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