When Pakura mentioned Skywalker, her thoughts drifted. An unconscious expression of feminine resentment and coy annoyance appeared on her face. The middle-aged ninja opposite her had no idea how to respond and could only give an awkward, silent laugh.
After a brief silence, Pakura came back to herself. Realizing her lapse in composure, she said somewhat unnaturally, "Um... aren't you going to look at it? I mean, that scroll."
The ninja calling himself Senju Zanyue glanced at the scroll on the ground. After thinking for a moment, he did not bend down to pick it up, instead shaking his head with a smile. "We know Lady Pakura very well. We're all on the same side, so there's no need to prove your identity again."
Unexpectedly, Pakura immediately flushed with embarrassment and anger, loudly retorting, "Who's on the same side as you? Don't talk nonsense!"
Senju Zanyue's expression stiffened, and his right hand discreetly reached toward his waist. But when he heard Pakura's next words, his movement abruptly stopped.
"Go back and tell Skywalker not to do any more inexplicable things. There's no possibility between him and me!" Pakura's face was bright red, her eyes filled with determination.
Senju Zanyue froze for a moment before forcing out a smile uglier than crying. "Yes, yes, yes! I will faithfully relay your words to Lord Skywalker!"
Pakura let out a long breath and said calmly, "Since my identity has been confirmed, it's time to discuss business..."
Before Pakura could finish, Senju Zanyue suddenly looked up warily and shouted a warning, "Who goes there? Lady Pakura, be careful!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." At the same time, Pakura noticed the strange sounds behind her—the sound of ninja tools slicing through the air!
At the critical moment, Pakura displayed the superb reaction ability of a Kage-level powerhouse.