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The fragile truce that had been maintained during the physical combat collapsed completely the instant Guren was forced out of Orochimaru's grasp.
Now, with his left arm completely free and no longer needing to protect his valuable experiment, the Sannin's yellow eyes gleamed with a sadistic intent. He no longer had a reason to restrain his lethal arsenal of jutsus.
"You have played your part well, Pakura," Orochimaru hissed, his voice echoing with a grim, eerie resonance among the crystal pillars that were beginning to crack.
"But a snake is much more dangerous when it no longer has to coil around its prey."
Without any need to perform hand seals, a horde of venomous snakes erupted from the wide sleeves of his robe, slithering across the shattered floor at a blinding speed.
However, Pakura did not even blink. The two years she had spent training with Daigo's guidance had helped her break the traditional boundaries of her Shakuton, and her skills had been designed precisely for moments like this.
She had abandoned the slow, predictable floating orbs entirely.
Breathing deeply, Pakura extended both palms forward. The air in front of her did not just heat up; it condensed into a solid torrent of pure thermal energy.
"¡Shakuton: Desert Roar!" the kunoichi roared.
A continuous, violent stream of pure, concentrated heat erupted from her hands. It resembled a flamethrower of blinding light, but it carried a dehydration property so absolute that the approaching snakes turned into dry dust before they could emit a single hiss.
The force of the blast was such that it tore the wooden floorboards from the ground, leaving a trail of black ash in its wake.
Orochimaru leaped backward, twisting his body in the air with unnatural, inhuman flexibility. Yet, the Sannin had stopped playing defense.
Realizing that long-range ninjutsus could be countered by the woman's overwhelming temperature, he chose to exploit his terrifying speed. He vanished from sight, reappearing directly in the center of Sunagakure's elite squad.
What followed was a display of pure, unadulterated slaughter.
Orochimaru moved like a phantom among the debris. A Suna ninja tried to thrust a kunai into his flank, but Orochimaru's neck elongated horizontally in an unnatural fashion, avoiding the blade while his jaws clamped down tightly on the ninja's throat.
Before the man could even fall to the ground, Orochimaru spun on his axis, channeling wind chakra through his legs to perform a sweep that literally shattered the bones of two nearby shinobis.
"Scatter! Don't let him close the distance!" one of the remaining ninjas screamed, but it was already too late.
Orochimaru thrust his hand forward, invoking the Hidden Shadow Snake Hands at point-blank range.
The snakes pierced straight through the chests of two more tactical ninjas. Pakura dashed forward, her fists cloaked in a blazing aura of heat, and managed to strike Orochimaru directly in the shoulder.
The flesh on the Sannin's arm visibly withered and charred under the extreme temperature, filling the room with the smell of burning flesh.
Yet, to Pakura's horror, Orochimaru did not even show a grimace of pain. His face remained contorted in that sickening, arrogant smile.
With a wet, unpleasant crunch, his mouth opened unnaturally wide, and a completely fresh, uninjured body slivered out of his own throat, leaving the charred armor of flesh behind.
"A marvelous and dangerous element, Pakura. But heat cannot kill me as long as I can always just bring myself back to being fine," Orochimaru taunted, drawing a gleaming, sharp sword from his entrails.
A few meters away, hidden beneath one of the collapsed houses of what once was a village, Guren pressed her back against the wooden wall, covering her ears with her hands.
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps. For the first time in her short six years of life, the veil of Orochimaru's brainwashing was crumbling in her mind.
She looked out of the corner of her eye toward the exit, where Sayuri had been evacuated just moments before.
Sayuri had given her water when she was dying of fever. Sayuri had stroked her hair and smiled at her, sharing what little food she had left with her baby, Yukimaru. Sayuri had treated her like a human being, like a child. And yet, by Orochimaru's cold command, Guren had been fully prepared to take her life.
I am a monster, Guren thought, tears finally opening clean paths through the crystal dust on her face. She saved my life, and I was going to turn her into crystal. Lord Orochimaru doesn't care about me at all. To him, I am just an object. A piece of useful crystal.
Her self-destructive thoughts were abruptly cut short. Before she could process the shadow looming over her, a thick, chakra-infused white cloth wrapped tightly around her torso and arms, trapping her against the ground.
"Got you," a determined voice whispered.
It was Maki. After ensuring that Sayuri and the baby were safe in a secure location outside the village perimeter, the young kunoichi had snuck back into the battlefield using the blind spots. Her primary objective, as indicated by the high-importance order from Sunagakure, was to secure the Shōton user alive.
"Let me go!" Guren whimpered, struggling uselessly against the binding, but Maki's grip on the cloth was implacable.
"Quiet if you want to live, girl. We are getting you out of here," Maki said, hoisting Guren onto her shoulder in a single movement.
However, a Sannin's perception was not to be underestimated. Orochimaru's snake-like eyes snapped toward the ruins of the house the exact moment Maki secured the girl.
"So you thought I wouldn't notice," Orochimaru hissed, his voice dripping with pure malice.
In a burst of speed that left the remaining guards behind, Orochimaru materialized directly behind Maki.
His sword was raised high in the air, descending in a lethal cut destined to split Maki right down the middle if she didn't dodge.
"Maki, move!"
A roar echoed through the entire area as Pakura threw herself into the trajectory. Without time to dodge or draw a weapon, Pakura raised her bare right hand, directly intercepting the edge of Orochimaru's sword.
The steel bit deep into her palm, held back only by the strong chakra coating her hands, but the moment blood touched the blade, a terrifying hiss echoed in the room.
Maki's eyes opened wide from the impact.
"Pakura-sama!"
"Don't look back! Run!" Pakura raised her voice, clenching her teeth so hard that her gums bled.
Before Maki could freeze out of fear, the last surviving ninja of the Suna squad lunged forward, grabbing Maki by the collar of her tactical vest and pulling her violently backward, dragging her and Guren away from the epicenter of the fight.
Left alone with the legendary traitor, Pakura let out a primal scream. She stopped trying to conserve her chakra just in case there was anyone else around.
The seal on her internal reserves broke completely, and an aura of pure, distorted thermal energy erupted from her body.
The heat was so dense that the sword Orochimaru held began to glow a vivid red color before melting, turning into a useless puddle of liquid steel right between Pakura's fingers.
Orochimaru's eyes widened in genuine surprise. He let go of the molten hilt and leaped five meters backward, but even at that distance, the air was suffocating.
Around Pakura, within a perfect five-meter radius, the concept of matter ceased to exist.
The wooden floor turned to ash instantly. The crystal pillars melted into a thick, glowing liquid glass, and the stones cracked until they were pulverized. Her usual brown eyes were no longer visible; they seemed to be entirely ablaze with an ethereal and violent fire.
"Did you want to see the true power of my Shakuton, Orochimaru?" Pakura spoke, her voice sounding distorted by the tremendous pressure of the heat.
"I will show you why Daigo doesn't have to come save me like last time."
With a terrifying speed, Pakura launched herself at the Sannin. The thermal radiation preceding her body was enough to set the surrounding forest on fire without even touching it.
Orochimaru, for the first time in the entire encounter, felt a cold sweat run down his pale neck. The temperature was rising so fast that his skin was beginning to blister just from being in her line of sight.
Realizing his body substitutions would be incinerated before he could even shed his skin, he began to execute hand seals frantically.
"Suiton: Water Wall!" Orochimaru roared, spitting out a massive torrent to create a dense barrier between himself and the kunoichi.
But it was completely useless.
The moment the massive wave of water made contact with Pakura's aura, it not only failed to stop her, but it didn't even splash. The water exploded into a dense cloud of boiling steam, evaporating instantly into nothingness.
From within the white mist emerged Pakura, her hands emitting Blasts of a pure white flame the ultimate stage of thermal concentration, where heat becomes so absolute that it loses its color.
Pakura began to launch successive blasts of this white fire. Each impact cut through Orochimaru's defenses like a hot knife through butter.
The Sannin was forced to perform the body-shedding technique three times in a row, seeing his chakra reserves decrease drastically as each new body was scorched the instant it emerged.
"Curse you... Curse Sunagakure!" Orochimaru screamed into the burning air, his voice distorted by rage and pain as a blast of white fire clipped his side, completely disintegrating the tissue of his left shoulder.
"This is the last time your wretched village ruins my plans! I will destroy you piece by piece for this!" he said in his moment of desperation.
But Pakura said nothing. With a serious face, she appeared right next to Orochimaru, making a slashing motion with her hand toward him.
The Sannin only saw a slash of white fire going straight for him. The cut ended up taking off both of the Sannin's hands, forcing him to resort to the body-shedding technique once more.
Pakura knew her time was running out. Her muscles screamed in agony and her chakra pathways burned from the enormous volume of energy she was forcing through her body.
She knew perfectly well that using her ultimate technique would damage her chakra network, leaving her completely out of combat and bedridden for days or weeks. But she knew that if she hit Orochimaru well, she could eliminate this threat once and for all.
"You won't live to see that day, snake," Pakura whispered.
She stopped moving forward. Instead, she planted both feet into the molten ground and crossed her arms over her chest.
She began to absorb every drop of heat from the environment back into her own body, condensing it into a microscopic, ultra-dense core within her chest.
The air around her turned freezing cold for a brief instant as all thermal energy was sucked toward her.
Orochimaru, witnessing the phenomenon, understood what was coming. The density of the chakra she was compressing was enough to cause a cataclysm across a rather large radius. Even his body-transfer techniques would be erased if his brain turned to ash.
"This woman is crazier than Tsunade," Orochimaru hissed.
His hands became a blur, executing a sequence of seals faster than the eye could follow. He bit his thumb and slammed his hand against the ground not to summon, but to force the reverse-summoning jutsu back to one of his hidden laboratories.
However, he was not fast enough to escape the shockwave entirely.
Pakura opened her arms, and the compressed core in her chest expanded outward in a silent, terrifying explosion of absolute white heat.
There was no sound of a common blast, only the hideous hiss of a landscape being erased.
A dome of white fire expanded rapidly through the ruins of the village, converting every remaining structure, every tree, and every crystal pillar into molecular ash in a matter of seconds.
The smoke from Orochimaru's reverse-summoning appeared just as the perimeter of the white dome reached him.
Before the spatial jutsu could drag him into the void, the blinding heat swept over his front, instantly melting the skin off his face and chest, forcing a heartbreaking shriek from his throat before he completely disappeared.
More than a kilometer away, Maki and the surviving ninja felt the sudden change in atmospheric pressure.
A violent and suffocating gust of hot wind hit them, carrying the smell of ash.
"Down!" Maki yelled, throwing herself to the ground while using her remaining cloth rolls to create a multi-layered dome over herself, the ninja, and the unconscious Guren.
The heat radiating from the outside was so intense that the outer layers of Maki's specialized cloths began to scorch and turn brown, even under the dense protection of the forest.
For an agonizing minute, they huddled in the dark, listening to the violent roar of the thermal wind passing over them like the breath of a dying dragon.
Finally, the air began to cool, returning to the natural temperature of the forest. Maki unraveled her cloths, her hands trembling from the tension and exhaustion. Stepping out onto the charred ground, she was left breathless.
Looking toward the direction where the village used to be, absolutely nothing remained.
A massive, perfect void of smooth, crystalized stone stretched out where the houses and the forest once stood. Every tree within a half-kilometer radius had been reduced to ash, leaving everything completely flat.
Maki did not waste a second. She turned to the surviving ninja, her voice urgent.
"Take the girl. Go to the coordinates where we left the woman and her baby. Stay hidden there until reinforcements from the village arrive or I return with Pakura-sama."
The ninja nodded, carrying the young Shōton user, and disappeared into the trees.
Maki ran at full speed through the smoking, glassy terrain of the landscape, searching desperately with her gaze through the heat haze. In the exact center of the devastation, she finally found her.
Pakura lay face down on the scorched earth. Her skin had a brilliant, furious crimson hue, and steam was literally rising from her body as if her blood were boiling beneath the surface.
Thick, dark blood slowly dripped from her mouth and nose, and her breathing was so shallow it was almost imperceptible.
"Pakura-sama!" Maki exclaimed, falling to her knees beside her sensei.
Panicking but remembering her medical training, Maki quickly unrolled a large piece of cloth, wrapping Pakura's boiling body to protect her.
She immediately began to channel her chakra into a rudimentary Suiton jutsu, generating a constant flow of cold water to soak the cloths, creating a continuous cooling effect.
The moment the water made contact with Pakura's skin, a massive cloud of steam erupted into the air, but slowly, the crimson color of her skin began to recede.
Pakura let out a weak, painful groan; her consciousness faded away completely, but her heart kept beating strongly.
Maki wiped away her tears of frustration and relief. Her sensei had survived, and they had managed to drive away the snake and pass the mission, even though some had died.
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