It was not only Pakura who thought she was hallucinating; even the thousand-plus Mist Ninja around her felt as if none of this was real.
What had they just seen? Just as Pakura was about to be struck by Ten Thousand Blades, a white figure had appeared in the center of the battlefield like a ghost out of thin air, catching the nearly collapsed Pakura in one hand. At the same time, all the ninja tools around them had suddenly frozen in midair, unable to advance another inch.
Then, the two of them openly flaunted their affection in the middle of the battlefield as though no one else existed, leaving everyone dumbstruck. This kind of melodramatic plot only happened in movies, right? So what were they? Villains and extras?
Yet that white figure, surrounded by countless halos, could become the protagonist wherever he went! Everyone present had already recognized his identity.
"Skywalker!"
Someone's startled cry broke Pakura out of her daze. She suddenly realized that countless people were watching them. She hurriedly struggled with all her strength, trying to break free from Nawaki's embrace, and cried out in panic, "Y-you... let go of me."
"Don't move! With your injuries, do you think you can even stand steadily on your own? Stay put and stop causing me trouble!" Nawaki forcefully turned sideways, wrapping his right arm around Pakura and pulling her into his embrace. At the same time, he covered her navel with his palm. "Move again, and I'll seal your chakra!"
Pakura's heart trembled at his words, and she immediately stopped struggling. Her chakra had once been sealed by Konoha for nearly half a year. The feeling of having no strength anywhere in her body had been unbearable, leaving her with lasting psychological trauma. Now that her "weak spot" had