Slay

Narak used Flash Step to dodge the Cloud Ninja's "Saliva Technique," then unleashed another White Lightning from his hand, striking at the water stream the Cloud Ninja spat out. The high temperature of the White Lightning evaporated the water, continuing to replenish the mist in the air.

Narak knew he absolutely couldn't let the mist dissipate. After all, his only chance to fight back now was by relying on the mist to obscure the enemy's vision.

"Hado #1—Thrust." Narak continued using Hado to attack the Cloud Ninja from a distance.

After each attack, he changed positions, preventing the Cloud Ninja from pinpointing his location.

The Cloud Ninja's mind was nearing collapse. He had originally thought the hardest part of kidnapping this five-year-old brat would be getting him out of Konoha.

But unexpectedly, he had gotten the kid out, only to find the brat was cunning as hell and not weak in skill. After all this fighting, he couldn't catch up, but leaving wasn't an option either—if he went back without completing the mission, he'd be punished. It left him in an awkward spot...

"Hey, big dumb Cloud Ninja, didn't you say you were a Jonin? Is that all a proud Jonin's got? Can't even handle a five-year-old kid like me? Tch... If I were you, I'd be crying and running home to mommy."

"You little brat... you little brat... come out here..."

The prolonged skirmish, where he could only take hits passively, had nearly driven the Cloud Ninja mad. His eyes bloodshot, he stood in the mist and roared.

"Hmph, lost your mind, have you? It's about time I finished you off." Narak curled his lip in a sneer.

"Gentle Fist." Narak used Flash Step again to close in on the Cloud Ninja.

Startled, the Cloud Ninja raised his arm to block, but the expected punch never came. Instead, he took a kick to the stomach, the force of which sent him flying into the air.

"Ugh..." Still airborne, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You little brat, you said you'd punch! You kicked instead... you... young people have no martial virtue..."

"You're just too stupid. Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms."

Narak unleashed the Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms, attacking the Cloud Ninja like a raging storm.

Still midair and not yet fallen, the Cloud Ninja endured the relentless barrage of the Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms, each strike landing on his body one after another.

Narak's Spiritual Pressure replaced the Chakra normally needed for the technique. As he delivered the Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms, each palm strike disrupted the flow of Chakra within the Cloud Ninja's body, preventing him from even using the "Three Body Technique" to dodge.

"Boom..." The final palm—done!

After Narak finished the thirty-two palms, the Cloud Ninja's body crashed heavily to the ground, coughing up blood nonstop.

"Looks like you don't have the strength to catch me anymore. That means this fight is ultimately my win, isn't it, mighty Cloud Ninja Jonin?" Narak taunted as he looked at the Cloud Ninja.

"Damn it... damn it... It was such a smooth plan, how did it end up like this... I won't accept this..."

The Cloud Ninja lay on the ground, spitting blood continuously, and roared at Narak with a face full of resentment.

"The victor is king, the loser a bandit. Since you chose to cause trouble in Konoha, you should have been prepared to die in failure. So, do you have any last words? If not, then please go die." Narak said to the Cloud Ninja.

"Last words, huh... Heh, all these years on missions, I never had time to take care of my family. I have a three-year-old daughter. Can I... can I ask you..."

The Cloud Ninja's voice was faint, growing softer and softer until it was barely audible.

"Ask me what?" Narak leaned in, bending down in front of him.

"I want to ask you to die!" The Cloud Ninja, who should have been half-dead on the ground, suddenly lifted his head and thrust a kunai viciously at Narak's chest.

"Pfft..."

"Boom..."

Two sounds rang out at once.

Narak held a katana in his right hand, thrusting it through the Cloud Ninja's back, piercing his heart, and driving it deep into the ground.

On the other side, the Cloud Ninja's kunai thrust forward but was blocked in front of Narak—Narak's left hand was raised to his chest, a shimmering light shield on the back of his hand deflecting the blow.

It was "Bakudo #8—Repulse." Repulse's effect was to create a spiritual shield on the back of the hand, blocking physical attacks.

"What... where did you get that sword..."

The Cloud Ninja stared at the blade piercing through his chest, confused.

He naturally had no idea that Narak had a system space, allowing him to retrieve items at any time.

"You didn't think I'd be stupid enough to let my guard down, did you? I was just messing with you!" Narak sneered.

"Alright, game over. Die in peace!" With that, Narak twisted the Asauchi with force, shredding the Cloud Ninja's heart as it turned.

"Gwaah..." The Cloud Ninja spat out the last blood of his life, then slumped limply to the ground, eyes wide with unwillingness, dead for good.

"Phew... finally over." Narak sheathed his sword and stood up.

This battle was Narak's first in this world, and one that nearly threatened his life. If he hadn't come up with the last-minute idea of using mist to block the enemy's vision, he might have been taken out in one go.

"That was close. Sure enough, these ninjas are all rich in combat experience. Even though I have Intermediate Spiritual Pressure now, when it comes to pure combat experience, I still have too little. Going up against these experienced Jonin, one slip-up and you're sunk." Narak stretched.

"Ow... that hurts..." Letting his guard down, Narak accidentally aggravated the wound on his arm. During the fight, his nerves had been taut, and he hadn't noticed much, but now that it was over, a sharp, piercing pain hit him.

"This wound won't stop bleeding. I need to treat it. Oh right, I got Beginner Kaidō from the check-in earlier. Might as well test it out." Narak walked to the side, sat down against a big tree, then extended his right hand over the wound and activated Kaidō.

As Kaidō took effect, a faint white light flickered on Narak's right hand. The light shone onto the wound, and where it touched, the bleeding soon stopped. Then the wound slowly began to writhe and heal itself.

"Hmm... Kaidō's pretty effective, huh? And this is just the beginner level. If I ever reach advanced Kaidō, I might be able to heal instantly." Narak was quite satisfied with the results.

"Hm... someone's coming?"

Narak's ear twitched. He heard someone in the forest running toward him fast. He immediately stood up and assumed a combat stance.

"Who could it be? Konoha people or leftover Cloud Ninja?" Narak pondered. If it was someone from Konoha, that would be fine, but if it was from Kumogakure, things would be bad. Right now, fresh off a tough fight, Narak was already at his limit.

"Swish, swish, swish." The next moment, several figures appeared before Narak.

"Narak, you're okay. Thank goodness." The newcomer looked at Narak with a delighted expression. It was his father, Hyuga Hiashi, along with several ANBU from Konoha.

Seeing who it was, Narak finally let down his guard.