That night, Izumi Shimura reported to Uchiha Kagami that she was leaving. She wasn't actually part of the frontline here; she had only escorted a shipment of supplies over earlier and then stayed here. It was much simpler for her to leave—she only needed to report it.
She couldn't wait to head to the eastern battlefield and wait for the Three-Tails Jinchuriki to appear, then find a chance to eat him.
But after running for over a hundred kilometers, she suddenly sensed something was wrong. Her body abruptly went weak, and she missed the tree trunk she'd intended to land on. She tumbled downward and ended up sprawled on the ground, limbs splayed.
The combined impact of her rapid leaps and the fall from high above left her feeling awful. Her head spun, and her internal organs throbbed with pain.
Worst of all, her body grew even weaker, and she could barely refine chakra.
Before she could figure out what was happening, a hateful face appeared before her.
"You bastard!"
The moment she saw that hateful face, Izumi knew the bastard had ambushed her.
"Miss Izumi, why can't you just behave?"
Crouching down, Tamura Hiroshi reached out and pinched her smooth cheek. He was very dissatisfied with her behavior.
He'd thought his last round of training would teach her to behave, but apparently, he'd failed.
He didn't like being watched. He had to train her again—and be much harsher this time.
"You'd better kill me!"
Izumi glared at him furiously. She wasn't afraid of death; she only hated that she hadn't been careful enough and had let the bastard ambush her.
"I'm not going to kill you. You're still useful to me."
Tamura Hiroshi showed his trademark smile, then tapped her fair forehead. The precisely measured force made her brain