However, neither Rasa nor Yagura knew that their secret deal had not been hidden from everyone. Uchiha Narong, who had been quietly laying plans across the ninja world and gathering valuable pieces, was already sixteen that year. Through his intelligence network spread across various regions, he intercepted fragments of information about this secret transaction.
"Sunagakure's Scorch Release user, Pakura... interesting." In an underground cavern, Narong looked at the vague information sent back by White Zetsu spores, his fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop. He knew a little about Pakura: a powerful female jonin with striking looks and figure, and a loyalty to her village that bordered on stubbornness. "That fool Rasa is actually going to cut off his own arm for power and status, getting rid of a top-tier fighter and such a rare subordinate? How pathetic. How laughable."
A calculating glint flashed through Narong's Sharingan. Pakura's strength was close to Kage level, and her Scorch Release Kekkei Genkai was tremendously powerful. She was an extremely valuable combat asset. Her personality was loyal and pure; once she acknowledged a master, she would be very difficult to betray him, making her an excellent candidate for a subordinate. And now, her situation—betrayed by the village she had sworn to serve to the death—was precisely the moment when she could most easily be moved and won over. Besides... information about Pakura surfaced in Narong's mind: that beautiful female ninja with healthy wheat-colored skin, a long, strong figure, calm decisiveness in battle, and the occasional glimpse of a gentle side. A fallen hero always stirred the desire to protect, and even someone as calm as Narong felt a trace of sympathy and... interest toward this older woman about to be swallowed by a cruel fate.
"Black Zetsu," Narong ordered, "keep a close eye on