"Ouch!" Pakura cried out in pain. Vegapunk carried her over his shoulder and threw her onto an iron bed.
Vegapunk casually pressed a button on the bed. Pakura let out a muffled groan as her entire body went limp, unable to move a single muscle.
Feeling her inability to move, a look of terror appeared on Pakura's face. "What's going on? What kind of ability is this? What do you want to do?!"
"Don't make a fuss, I've just disrupted your body's magnetic field!" Vegapunk said calmly, holding down Pakura as she squirmed slightly on the iron bed.
Pakura gritted her teeth. "You bastard, what exactly do you want? Don't go too far, or I'll die before I let you have your way!"
Vegapunk rolled his eyes. "Heh, you're overthinking it. I just want to study your Bloodline Limit."
Study my Bloodline Limit?! Pakura was momentarily stunned. Then, she recalled some intelligence she had obtained back when she was a commander for the Hidden Sand Village.
Blonde hair, a youthful appearance, handsome features, and a long sword at his waist... "You're Vegapunk!" Pakura couldn't help but blurt out.
The Hidden Sand Village had indeed heard reports about Vegapunk. After all, the major events he had been involved in were too numerous and his influence too widespread for information leaks to be entirely prevented.
However, Suikazan Fuguki, the Mizukage and a veteran intelligence operative, had already prepared a countermeasure. He released a vast amount of fabricated intelligence. Aside from Kakashi Hatake, who had previously encountered Vegapunk and provided Konohagakure with roughly accurate information, the intelligence received by other hidden villages was a chaotic mix of truths and lies, making it impossible to distinguish between them.
For instance, some reports claimed that the Sea Ninja Village had developed a special Ninjutsu that could temporarily stimulate a Bloodline Limit, after which the Bloodline Limit would become permanently dormant.
Other reports suggested that the Sea Ninja Village was established because the Daimyo of the Land of Water had spent years infiltrating other nations, eventually annexing and taking control of them in secret, leading to the formation of the Sea Ninja Village.
There was also information claiming that the Bloodline Limit clans had concealed their actual populations, and their true numbers were over ten times higher than they appeared.
In any case, the various reports were all over the place. Many seemed bizarre, yet upon closer reflection, they appeared to have a shred of logic, giving all intelligence personnel a massive headache.
Among these, information regarding Vegapunk was also mixed in, and it was undoubtedly categorized as low-credibility intelligence. No matter how one looked at it, Vegapunk was just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. The possibility of a boy that age becoming a Kage-level powerhouse was infinitely higher than him becoming a top-tier scientist.
After all, Ninja training and Bloodline Limits provided shortcuts, whereas science required the accumulation of actual knowledge. To have mastered various professional fields at that age would already be the limit of genius; to directly produce a large volume of research results would be impossible unless he had started learning in a previous life.
However, Vegapunk was indeed an exception who had started learning in his previous life. Thus, the low-credibility intelligence was actually the correct information.
"Oh!? You know me?" Vegapunk was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hand dismissively. "Since you know my name, I assume you understand what I do?"
"You want to study my Bloodline Limit?" Pakura gritted her teeth and said coldly, "What, are your Sea Ninja's own Bloodline Limits not enough?"
"Don't misunderstand. I'm studying your Bloodline Limit simply for the sake of accumulation."
Vegapunk waved his hand. "I don't think many people in an environment like the Sea Ninja Village could master your Scorch Style. After all, the ocean environment doesn't exactly match your Bloodline Limit."
Unless he provided them with a cheat, Vegapunk thought to himself. If he wanted to, it wouldn't be difficult to grant any Ninja some common Bloodline Limits.
But the ceiling for simple dual-Chakra composite Bloodline Limits was too low. Even a so-called Elite Jonin was nothing special to the current Vegapunk, so he naturally had no interest in creating such mediocre Ninjas.
Studying Pakura's Bloodline Limit served two purposes for Vegapunk: first, to accumulate more knowledge regarding Chakra fusion, and second—most importantly—because the high-heat spheres provided by Pakura's Scorch Style were very useful in certain experiments.
Hearing Vegapunk look down on her Scorch Style like that, Pakura couldn't help but snort coldly. Then, thinking of her current situation, she was overcome with sorrow and fell into a dazed silence.
Vegapunk didn't care about any of that. While she was disheartened, he held her down on the bed and connected a large number of wires to her Chakra apertures to observe her Chakra flow through a machine. Then, he performed a full set of blood tests. Throughout the entire process, Pakura just lay there, having completely given up.
"Scorch Style is actually quite useful. If used as an ignition device, this kind of instantaneous high temperature and super conductivity could replace many components, simplifying the structure of an Energy Furnace by at least 5%..."
Vegapunk scribbled and drew, muttering technical terms that Pakura couldn't understand at all. At that moment, Pakura, who had been enduring Vegapunk's testing with an air of despair, spoke in a raspy voice: "How do you plan to deal with me?"
In the cruel Ninja World, Ninjas who fell into enemy hands generally didn't meet a good end. This was especially true for Pakura, who had a blood feud with the original Kirigakure. Being a beautiful, sexy, and powerful female Ninja with a Bloodline Limit, she couldn't stop the despair from welling up just by thinking about it.
For a moment, Pakura wished she had died on the battlefield fighting the Sea Ninja; even that would be better than her current situation.
"That depends on your own choice. According to the ideas of those former Kirigakure Ninja, they wanted to use you as a broodmother for your Bloodline Limit..."
Pakura's hands suddenly clenched tight. Even with her biological magnetic field disrupted, her knuckles turned white from the force, and her eyes revealed a look of extreme despair. She opened her mouth, but couldn't even manage a single word.
"But I think that's a bit too inefficient. By the time a Scorch Style clan is actually raised, we might have already unified the entire Ninja World!"
Vegapunk then shrugged. "So, in the end, I rejected their proposal for that kind of usage!"
Pakura finally let out a long sigh of relief. Only then did she realize that her back was soaking wet, drenched in cold sweat long ago.
At this point, Pakura noticed Vegapunk's half-smiling gaze, and she couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed and annoyed. "Kid, is it fun to scare me like that?!"
"It is quite interesting," Vegapunk admitted directly. "Later, I proposed a better plan for your usage. Do you want to hear it?"
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