"Pfft!" After reforming her Scorch Release, Pakura took the chance to pull the ninja tool embedded in her thigh free. Blood spurted from the wound.
The middle-aged Mist Ninja across from her made no move to stop her. Instead, he cautiously remained where he was, keeping a safe distance as he said with a sinister grin, "As expected of Sunagakure's heroine. You still refuse to give up even now? But it's meaningless. Even if we do nothing, you won't last much longer with those injuries."
"Clang!" The bloodied shuriken Pakura tossed onto the ground rang sharply. She reached for another kunai and yanked it out with force, letting out a muffled groan. "Hmph! Who betrayed me? The Kazekage, or Skywalker?"
As she dealt with the ninja tools lodged in her leg, Pakura casually asked the question she most wanted answered.
"How can you be so sure you were betrayed? Perhaps we intercepted intelligence from either Sunagakure or Konoha beforehand?" the middle-aged Mist Ninja asked curiously.
Pakura pulled another ninja tool from her leg, completely disregarding how this would hasten her blood loss. With a mocking expression, she said, "If it were Konoha's Anbu, that might be possible. But your Kirigakure's so-called Anbu? Hehe..."
Pakura's contempt darkened the Mist Ninja's face. He said coldly, "Hmph! I have no interest in wasting words on you. Take that question with you to hell!"
He raised his right hand, cruelty written across his face. "The target can barely move now. As long as you don't let her get close, she poses no threat! Everyone, attack with Shurikenjutsu!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." As his hand swung down, a great number of ninja tools shot toward Pakura from both the front and rear, blanketing the surrounding space like a torrential storm.
Pakura controlled the Scorch Release fireballs