Mito pushed open the bedroom door and walked out with a yawn. Seeing Kagura sprawled limply on the carpet, she raised a brow and asked, "What are you doing so early in the morning?"
"She wanted to learn Ghost Aura, so I gave her a little," Yura said, lounging cross-legged on the sofa.
"That's quite bold of you," Mito said. "The Death God's power isn't so easy to master."
So Yura standing before her was not human at all.
Mito had understood that for a long time.
Senju Hashirama was known as the God of Shinobi, but Yura was some kind of god herself—a ghost deity, a demon, or a monster.
"The Death God?"
"You're interested?" Mito smiled. "Getting Him to appear isn't easy. A living sacrifice is required."
Yura waved her hand. "Your ancestor still didn't beat him into submission, huh?"
"Can't be helped. He's a god, after all. Getting this far was already difficult enough," Mito said. "If you could beat Him into submission, that would be a huge help."
With Yura's current abilities, she could harm the Death God, but she had no idea what other trump cards He possessed.
Yura waved her hand and looked at Mito. "Do you want to learn?"
"Hm? I can too?" Mito responded.
"Why not?" Yura said.
Mito glanced at Kagura, who was still twitching on the floor. "Let's wait until she learns it first. That way, I'll suffer a little less."
"What a pity..."
There was no second sturdy little lab rat to experiment on.
"You were just thinking about something rude, weren't you?" Mito stared at Yura.
"No~" Yura turned away and curled up entirely on the sofa.
Whenever there was nothing to do, Yura wanted to curl up like this quietly until the end of time.
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