Although she felt a deep pang of heartache over this compensation, Pakura knew very well in her heart that the Sand Ninja simply could not afford to keep fighting.
"Fine... at least the war is finally coming to an end," Pakura spoke with some exhaustion. "Until we obtain specific intelligence on why the Sea Ninja Village has so many Bloodline Limit Ninjas, we can only avoid their sharp edge for now."
"That's not enough; the Sea Ninja Village still has one more condition..." the dark-faced middle-aged Ninja spoke indifferently. Pakura frowned: "Those greedy pirates! What other conditions do they have?"
"They need a top-tier Bloodline Ninja for research purposes..."
Pakura froze for a moment. The Hidden Sand Village could be said to have the fewest Bloodline Ninjas among the Five Great Ninja Villages. In the entire Village, the number of Bloodline Ninjas probably didn't even reach double digits. And as for those who could be called top-tier, it seemed there were only Rasa and herself, right?
Just as this thought flashed through her mind, Pakura suddenly felt her body go limp and her vision darken, instantly filling her heart with alarm.
She took a deep breath, wanting to control the Chakra within her body, only to find that her Chakra was completely disorganized, like a headless fly, refusing to follow her commands at all.
This is... poisoning!? And it's a poison from her own Village!
The Sand Ninja were the best at using poisons among the Five Great Ninja Villages. Only a Sand Ninja who had thoroughly researched her could have administered this kind of timed-release poison without Pakura herself noticing—a poison that, once it took effect, left her without any power to resist!
"Don't blame me! Pakura, who told you to get in the way?"
The dark-faced Ninja looked at the slumped Pakura and spoke coldly: "It just so happens that because of your activity this time, the Sea Ninja Village added you to the compensation list. So, serve the Village one last time!"
"Dammit, are you kidding me?!" Pakura's face was pale as she gasped for breath. "Selling out a comrade from your own Village in exchange for so-called peace is simply disgusting!"
"Furthermore, weakening the strength of your own Village just to trade for a peace treaty that could be torn up at any time! Is there something wrong with the brains of the Village higher-ups?!"
"Hehe, you don't need to worry about that. The Village higher-ups naturally have their own ideas. You just need to be a good trade commodity!"
"Alright, seize our Scorch Style hero!"
...After that, Pakura was directly placed under a Sealing Technique and forced to drink some powerful anesthetics. She had been in a daze for an unknown amount of time, and now was the first time she had fully regained consciousness since that day.
She glanced around at her surroundings. There were white walls on all sides, equipped with various high-tech instruments. The lights on the ceiling were bright and dazzling, illuminating every corner of the room. It seemed to be an extremely advanced laboratory.
Then, Pakura discovered with some surprise that the Chakra in her body had not been suppressed. Her expression brightened slightly, and she immediately raised her hand, wanting to summon a Scorch Style fireball.
However, after she reached out her hand, aside from a few sparks, there wasn't even a shadow of a fireball, leaving Pakura stunned for a moment.
"Don't be silly. This small laboratory has an External Chakra Energy Interference Device. Any emission-type Ninjutsu will lose its original form under the effect of the interference device and turn into pure Chakra. So, your Style techniques cannot be used!"
Suddenly hearing a voice behind her, Pakura was startled. she quickly turned around and looked back with a wary expression.
Basically, after reaching the Jonin level, one has a certain ability to sense Chakra. While it might not reach the level of a sensor Ninja, it's generally difficult to be ambushed.
But before the voice sounded from behind, Pakura truly hadn't felt a thing. This meant that either the opponent had some kind of stealth Ninjutsu that interfered with Chakra sensing, or their strength was far above hers—a master with peak Chakra control.
In the Ninja World, aside from certain 'Chakra-ton' monsters whose quantity leads to quality change, Chakra control is an even more important indicator of strength than Chakra volume. Many Kage-level experts might only have one or two times more Chakra volume than an average Jonin, but their Chakra control has definitely reached the very top of the Ninja World.
After all, Chakra volume is innate, but Chakra control can be trained. Abilities developed through later training often better reflect a person's true level.
However, when she turned her head, Pakura was surprised to find that the person standing behind her was not the burly, sharp-toothed, or gloomy and cold Sea Ninja she had imagined. Instead, it was a handsome youth with brilliant blonde hair, a slender build, and fair skin.
At this moment, the youth was holding something like a report sheet, looking at it carefully while speaking to Pakura without looking up. "Don't be so panicked; it's useless anyway! You've already been sold here by the Sand Ninja. Where else do you think you can run?"
Pakura gritted her teeth in secret resentment. This kid looked quite good, but his mouth was just too venomous!
Moreover, although what the kid just said was a bit too professional and hard to understand, Pakura still grasped most of the meaning. It seemed that all emission-type Ninjutsu could not be performed.
But Pakura was not a weakling who would lose all combat power after losing her Bloodline Limit. As someone who could compete with Rasa, Pakura's strength had also reached the Kage standard. Even without Scorch Style, relying solely on Taijutsu, Pakura was not inferior to those Jonin who specialized in Taijutsu!
Pakura's figure flashed, appearing before Vegapunk in an instant. She directly reached out, grabbed his shoulder, and pressed down hard.
This was also thanks to Vegapunk's current appearance. Had it been a standard Kirigakure Ninja, Pakura would have likely knocked them down with a punch and stepped on their head to interrogate them. It can only be said that everyone is a creature of looks, especially when facing young teenagers and children.
However, as soon as Pakura's hand pressed onto Vegapunk's shoulder, she felt something was wrong. It felt as if she were pressing against a mountain made of pig iron. The opponent remained motionless, while the bones in her hand throbbed with pain.
Pakura reacted extremely quickly, using the pressing force on his arm to leap up. While in the air, she entwined her legs around Vegapunk's neck and used her body to flip and throw him with force.
However, the scenario Pakura imagined—using the momentum to throw Vegapunk out—did not happen. Instead, Vegapunk reached out and directly grabbed Pakura's long, jade-like leg, leaving her hanging there instead.
Pakura felt the warm touch on her thigh and his faint breath. Her face instantly flushed red: "You bastard, let go of me quickly!"
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