Chapter 40 C40
She spoke with such sincerity that even the system couldn't help but ask if it was true.
"That's just made up."
The claim that he wanted to be a minister was a lie.
It's possible that his appointment as minister was also a sham.
But for the main family, this is a sure-fire deal, so why not gamble on that one percent chance?
She has very little patience to play the "bird in a cage" game with the main family now. If they want to use the curse seal, her unwillingness to cooperate by crying and begging for mercy will inevitably expose her. The only solution is to kill her.
"What do you plan to do next?" The system thoughtfully retrieved the background data to the place the tasker had marked last time—according to the tasker's request, it had scanned and archived all the materials in the library.
"What if I say I have no plans?"
"What?"
Kana did not reply.
A program is something that runs continuously until it terminates after you input the command.
But humans are different. They don't need to "do something" all the time, nor do they need every day to be "meaningful." More often than not, they simply drift forward along the river of fate and time.
Kana left a clone in the dark room to make a show of it, while her real body lay on the most lush tree in the clan's territory, enjoying the breeze.
I held a slender, unidentified blade of grass between my fingertips. The blades grew in opposite pairs, fan-shaped, on a straight, upright stem. The leaves were outlined in a lighter green with three groups of diagonally opposite, horizontally arranged blades. The surface of the leaves was covered with extremely fine white down, leaving a velvety feel when brushed against my nose.
No need to deal with endless tasks, no need to talk to anyone, no need to play any role, and no need to think about what to do next.
The wind rustled through the leaves, scattering fragments of the sky, which was a clear, deep blue.
She closed her eyes and felt a long-lost tranquility.
The wind died down for a moment.
Kana suddenly opened her eyes.
A blade of grass drifted down slowly, the treetops trembled slightly, and the branches were now empty.
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The strong always inspire excitement, especially for ninjas, creatures who live on the edge of death.
Kisame Hoshigaki, his sharkskin already throbbing beneath the bandages, stared at the green "rare beast" blocking their path. His beast-like vertical pupils locked onto his prey, and he licked his sharp teeth. The slight pain only stimulated his brain—he loved this kind of brutal, hand-to-hand combat. "This is just perfect."
“We’re not here to start a war,” his partner suddenly spoke up, just as his fighting spirit was being provoked. “It’s a pity, but there’s no need to stay here any longer.”
It was frustrating to retreat so quickly, but as his partner said, they still needed to find the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, and the Hidden Leaf Village's Anbu were no pushovers either; given the commotion, they were already on their way.
"Watch out." A casual warning was given, and the chakra beneath his partner's feet suddenly accelerated, propelling him back dozens of meters.
Kisame hesitated for a moment, and the splashing river water was like a knife, tearing off half of his sleeve, and blood seeped from the hideous wound.
Water droplets fell from the sky, as if waiting for a light drizzle to stop, and the hazy figures gradually became clear.
The newcomer casually tied his long hair up with a tree branch, his dark hair slightly drooping, and he wore a light white casual outfit. His forearms, which were not covered by the short sleeves, were even whiter than the fabric of his clothes. In his hand, he held a katana that gleamed with a cold light.
The blade left the water that had just been split open and then gathered again. The female ninja turned to the side, allowing Kisame to see her face clearly.
Kisame was far from being a pretentious or cultured person, but the first description that came to his mind at that moment was indeed—like frost and snow.
This person, even his eyes, were like the cold, white moon.
No wonder his nickname includes the word "snow".
The shadow of a tree, the name of a person. A ninja's name often serves as a deterrent, for example, his former teammate Zabuza was nicknamed "Demon," while he himself was "Hidden Mist Monster," or it is related to his signature technique, such as the Fourth Hokage's "Yellow Flash" and Kakashi Hatake's "Copy Ninja."
When he first heard this nickname from Kakuzu, he thought to himself, "That ninja is really unlucky to be associated with such a weak and fragile nickname."
"Konoha's Snowfire..."
He remembered that his partner was also from Konoha, and they had grown up in the isolated small society of the ninja village. They were of similar age, which was almost equivalent to being acquaintances. "Is he an old friend of yours, Itachi-kun?"
Uchiha Itachi did not answer; he stared ahead, through the wind.
"Long time no see, Kana."
Her gaze swept over the unconscious Kakashi, and the injured Kurenai and Asuma beside him, without lingering for long.
Give it back to me.
It was a colder, more detached voice than I had imagined.
She extended her left hand, fingers outstretched, palm flat, without any hint of request or hesitation, as if it were a matter of course.
Oh? At that moment, humanity's gossip instincts even outweighed Kisame's interest in competing with the strong.
“It was lost long ago, Kana.”
Perhaps it was an illusion caused by excessive excitement, but Kisame even felt that his partner's cold and hard voice softened for a fleeting moment.
The female ninja's expressionless face finally showed a change, and she slowly frowned. "You know that it's one of a kind in the world, right?"
The wind rippled the water's surface, creating waves.
It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it also seemed like only a moment.
Both moved almost simultaneously.
Huge fire dragons and water dragons rose up from the river, intertwining and roaring. The sharp light from the clash of weapons tore through the pervasive mist, like lightning breaking through dark clouds.
Two figures intersected in the air, then separated.
Samehada swept across, meeting Guy head-on with him opening the Gate of Life. Both were knocked back several meters. Kisame sensed the chakra rushing in from afar—Konoha's ANBU reinforcements were approaching. He knew he needed to finish the fight quickly. "Itachi-kun."
In a duel between masters, life and death can be decided in an instant. Without sufficient teamwork, rashly interfering will only hinder the fight. But that doesn't mean Red and Asuma are uninvolved.
"Don't look into his eyes!" Hong warned.
Kana seemed not to hear, and instead stepped forward, the two separated only by weapons, their breaths audible.
The chakra-laden blade sliced through the air, and Asuma gritted his teeth and prayed—Faster! Faster!
It was too late. Kana was too close to him; he couldn't dodge at all, and his chakra blade couldn't catch up either.
Those bright white eyes met the Sharingan, which had transformed into a kaleidoscope when they opened again.
"Kana!!"
Might Guy rolled a few times on the surface of the water, and was supported by Red to absorb the force of the impact. He knelt down on one knee to get up, covered his bleeding abdomen with one hand, and raised the other hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
Kisame grinned, revealing his shark teeth. "Kid, you're fighting me, and you still have time to worry about others."
Uchiha Itachi dodged the undiminished speed of the blade by turning his head to the side, then performed a backflip in mid-air to create distance, his toes touching the water's surface.
The veins around her eyes bulged, extending all the way to Kana's temples and forehead, like the radiating veins of a lotus leaf, with a white dewdrop at the very center. Kana had already activated her Byakugan.
She actually broke the illusion? Hong's eyes widened, feeling both relieved and shocked.
Even if it was only for a moment, the helplessness and fear I felt when I was forcibly controlled by the Sharingan still make my body tremble involuntarily when I think about it now. No wonder the Sharingan is hailed as the number one dojutsu in the current ninja world. But Kana broke free from the Sharingan's restraint in an instant.
Despite having won by half a move, Kana showed no sign of joy. "Not only are you untrustworthy, but now you've even lost your memory?"
A strand of hair fell, and a red line slowly appeared on her face, from which a bead of blood rolled out.
Itachi's eyes had returned to their original obsidian black. "No, I just didn't expect that even the Kaleidoscope Sharingan wouldn't work."
The thin branches in Kana's hair could not withstand the gale caused by the collision of chakra and broke silently. Her black hair came loose, the ends of which rose and fell lightly, like the tail feathers of a bird.
Itachi stared at the headband she wore; it turned out she no longer wore the headband pendant.
This is the first time I've seen someone who can look directly into the Sharingan and remain unharmed after teaming up with my partner for so long.
Kisame's Samehada trembled slightly. But it wasn't fear; rather, it was the excitement of facing a formidable foe. He felt the chakra within his body surging and boiling.
He rarely takes the initiative to remember people's names, and few people are willing to have their names remembered by him. "Hyuga Kana, right?"
Kisame took two steps closer, and the situation on the field instantly became one against two.
Asuma handed Kakashi to Kurenai and stood up next to Kana. He couldn't handle the Sharingan, but that didn't mean he was helpless against Kisame. The messenger bird had found them, circling overhead to guide the searching Anbu. If only they could stall until reinforcements arrived…
"Kakashi! Cheer up!!"
The injuries in the illusion are reflected in reality. Although there is no blood or actual wounds, the damage to the body is real. Kakashi's breathing and heartbeat are failing.
Kana hesitated for a moment.
A moment is enough.
Without looking back, after a few leaps and bounds, the two black dots disappeared into the distance.
Kana sheathed her sword and crouched down. The damage, invisible to the naked eye, was clearly visible through her Byakugan; her internal chakra was in complete disarray. In other words, this wouldn't be something that could be resolved quickly.
She decisively sealed several important acupoints, such as Baihui and Fengchi, to temporarily stop the chakra rampage from causing further damage to his brain and optic nerves.
The three members of the secret service who arrived late were slightly surprised to see her. "Deputy Minister."
"Southwest." Kana placed her hand on Kai's wound to stop the bleeding, while Byakugan examined the internal injuries without looking up. "Just find out their movements. You are no match for them, so avoid direct confrontation."
The three of them should have dispersed.
Kanae gestured for Asuma and Kurenai to each take one of the wounded and "send them back to the medical unit first."
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