The clan would give him that much face. Pakura was no weakling—anyone who could climb out of a coffin and fight in the Fourth Shinobi World War was no pushover.
Decision made. He would steal her away first!
He refused to believe that, after being sold out by her own village, Pakura would still be willing to return.
Uchiha Shingen crouched back down on the cliff and watched the show with his Sharingan.
Before long, someone appeared at the other end of the valley.
It was a woman in flamboyant attire.
The most eye-catching thing about her was the pair of bountiful fruits on her chest. Further down were long, supple legs, a slim waist, and perky hips. Her hair color was rather unconventional, but she was a beautiful woman full of exotic charm, with a sharp nose and cold eyes.
Those eyes looked pretty professional.
But when it came to size, Tsunade still took the crown.
That girl Tsunade had a truly outrageous figure. She was way too different from when she was little.
While Uchiha Shingen let his thoughts run wild, the Mist Ninja captain had already hidden the killing intent in his heart and walked forward with a smile.
"Excuse me, are you Lady Pakura?"
"Hello." The woman nodded. "I am Pakura."
Pakura glanced at the Mist Ninja who had come to receive her and paid him no mind.
She had killed countless weaklings like him. He posed no threat.
"I'm here to escort you. The fog here is thick, and there are traps within it." The Mist Ninja captain looked thoroughly dutiful. "Please stay close behind me."
"You're too kind." Remembering that she represented the Sand Village and had come to forge friendly relations with the Hidden Mist Village, Pakura put on a gentle smile despite