Breaking Through a Hundred with One

Under the moonlight, Pakura hunted the fleeing Anbu ninja like the Grim Reaper, venting her fury without restraint.

Scorch Release fireballs were like the Reaper's scythe; even a light graze could claim a life.

As he fled in disarray, the leading ninja spotted a familiar mark. He knew the ambush force was close at hand.

His heart raced, and the thrill of impending rescue surged through him. But at a time like this, he had to be even more cautious.

He lowered his head without saying a word, doing his best to hide his excitement. Yet his pace unconsciously quickened again as he squeezed out every last bit of strength.

Scorch Release Pakura, once I get there, I'll definitely kill you! he secretly swore, a trace of madness flashing through his eyes.

"Oh? So this is where you set up your ambush. Then you can die now, traitor!"

Pakura's voice rang out behind him, frightening him out of his wits. When he looked around again, he was shocked to discover that although two teammates had been alive just moments ago, they had now all been killed.

Recalling Pakura's earlier words, he suddenly understood. "You could have killed us long ago. You were just using us to find the troops lying in ambush for you!"

He roared in disbelief, "Are you really that confident? You're alone—how could you possibly stand against an army of ninja? Even someone as strong as the Third Raikage would die against a combined ninja force. You won't be an exception!"

"Heh. A summer insect cannot speak of ice, and a frog at the bottom of a well could never understand the vastness of the world," Pakura said disdainfully.

Sunagakure had been declining for far too long. During the era of the First Kazekage, they had been