Pakura Is a Complete Idiot

The fist-sized lump of flesh was cut off, and Pakura let out a sigh of relief.

Qian Yun used the Mystical Palm Technique to treat himself while Pakura considered whether to kill the child tomorrow morning instead.

As she thought, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Clatter!

The kunai and senbon in her hand fell to the ground.

Still uneasy, Qian Yun gave her more sleeping medicine before examining his own brain.

There was a ring of curse seals inside, and they looked rather fragile.

No rush. First, he would read her memories and see what this bitch had done to him.

The A-rank Memory Reading Technique was actually quite gentle. People with poor sensory abilities might not even notice that their memories had been browsed.

The first scene Qian Yun saw was Pakura arguing with Granny Chiyo.

The second was her arguing with Hidden Sand councilors, followed by slaughter on the battlefield and endless training.

Her life was monotonous, even dull and tedious.

She had few friends, and nearly all her relatives had died in the Second Shinobi World War.

She had used Hidden Sand's secret technique, Brain Manipulation Sand, on Qian Yun's brain. She had tried controlling him before, but it had not worked.

It was probably the system's doing.

After reading her memories, Qian Yun rubbed his chin and casually cast a technique, easily undoing the Brain Manipulation Sand.

This secret technique was not difficult to use, and it was just as easy to undo.

Qian Yun recalled that one of the sealing techniques Bula had left behind was called the Phantom Sea Seal.

Qian Yun had tried improving it before, but its function was too limited and its effects were poor.

He had had no inspiration on the nameless island, but now he had an idea.

The Phantom Sea Seal's greatest advantage was that it connected end to end, endlessly, and it could conceal seals.

What if he incorporated Brain Manipulation Sand into it? Would the result become interesting?

Qian Yun immediately got to work and finished an hour later.

After thinking it over, he felt unwilling to let this bitch off so easily. At the very least, he had to return all the injuries she had given him.

Hmm... First, he would give her a haircut.

But even after cutting her hair, he was still not satisfied. Then he would prep her skin and leave some marks on her body.

Hidden Mist's marking pens were pretty good. First, he drew a few little turtles on her.

Then he drew two plump little rabbits on her. They looked quite cute.

Once Qian Yun started playing around, he could not stop. He did not leave the cave until dawn the next day.

Aah...

Four hours later, a shriek like a vengeful ghost's erupted from the cave, frightening even passing birds into fleeing far away.

Meanwhile, Qian Yun was utterly bewildered.

Looking at the boundless desert, his face filled with despair.

He was lost again.

He rummaged through his ninja tool pouch. He had checked it before leaving the cave, yet he had overlooked the most important thing: the map.

It was all that damned big-breasted woman's fault. Of all things she could have taken, she had taken the map.

Qian Yun cursed inwardly. He clutched his chest and began coughing again, and his head started hurting as he coughed.

He was a little thirsty.

When he drank, he discovered in horror that only half a cup of water remained.

Fuck me!

The next time he saw that complete idiot Pakura, he would definitely give her another makeover.

The half cup of water did nothing to quench his thirst. He looked around, but there was nothing but desert in every direction.

Using Water Release to obtain water in a place like this would absolutely dehydrate him. That was common knowledge in the shinobi world.

There was not the slightest landmark in sight. After merely turning around, he could not even tell front from back or left from right.

Based on his experience of getting lost at sea, the best thing now would be to find some stupid bird to lead the way.

He looked up at the sky, only for another wave of dizziness to hit him.

There were no birds, and even if there were, he could not catch one.

Left with no choice, Qian Yun could only sense the living creatures around him.

Fortunately, there was a lizard beneath the sand behind him. First, he had to make it find water.

He flashed over, scooped it up, and tamed it with the Insect Taming Technique. It seemed to work a little.

Following the little white lizard onward, Qian Yun felt weaker and weaker.

Without water, he had no appetite at all even though he had dry rations.

Just as Qian Yun felt he was about to pass out, the little white lizard suddenly burrowed into the sand ahead.

Qian Yun thought about it. It seemed that one of the Hidden Sand shinobi he had killed earlier knew Sand Release.

He hurriedly gave it a try.

He formed hand seals and cast the technique.

Damn it, Sand Release needs Wind-nature chakra to support it, but I have pitifully little Wind-nature chakra.

Qian Yun struggled within the sand. Just as he was about to suffocate to death, the ground beneath his feet suddenly gave way.

Bang!

Qian Yun fell into a dry well. Across from him sat a skeleton.

He shook his head, which had been rattled senseless by the fall, then forced himself to sit up.

Qian Yun gasped for breath, then carefully examined the dry well. The sand at the bottom appeared damp.

There was a way.

He took out a scroll and began sealing things away. Large amounts of mud and sand were stored in the scroll, soon revealing a tiny spring.

Qian Yun no longer cared about the muddy water. He lowered his head and drank wildly.

He had survived. It felt fucking great.

He swore that wherever he went in the future, he would bring enough drinking water.

And a map and compass, as well as smart ninja insects or... little lizards.

The little lizard was drinking too. It seemed to have been thirsty for a long time as well.

Qian Yun ate some dry rations and shared some with the little lizard, but it had no interest.

Only after Qian Yun had eaten his fill did he look back at the skeleton across from him.

This person was probably not a desert dweller either. Judging from his clothing, he seemed to be an ancient samurai.

A filthy katana lay beside him, and several scattered prayer beads rested in his arms.

His breastbone was broken. Judging by the marks, the person who killed him had used palm techniques.

A monk from the Temple of Fire?

But why had a monk struck so viciously?

Qian Yun moved closer, picked up the katana, and drew it. The blade actually glowed with an eerie red light.

In an instant, Qian Yun's consciousness was dragged into an illusion, seemingly a spiritual world.

It seemed that only samurai and monks cultivated this kind of power.

"Young shinobi, do you desire power?"

In the spiritual world, a cloud of bloody mist appeared before Qian Yun. Two red-glowing eyes shone within it.

Uh...

Why was this scene so cliché?

If I want power, I have to hand over my soul?

"Ahem! Um, senior... sir? May I ask which deity you are?"

Hahahaha...

The bloody mist let out a foolish laugh, then began boasting about itself.

Its general meaning was that it was an ancient Sword God who had helped countless samurai become powerful.

For example, the skeleton beside them had once been an utterly insignificant farmer. After giving his soul to the Sword God, he gained power and rose to the pinnacle of life.

After listening, Qian Yun picked at his ear, then reached out toward the bloody mist.

The bloody mist was shocked. It had never expected Qian Yun to dare attack so rudely.

"Behold my sword!"

The bloody mist transformed into a long blade and stabbed at him. Qian Yun swiftly grabbed the hilt and squeezed hard, causing the blade to scatter like mist.

Qian Yun reached for the bloody mist again. This time, he caught a cluster of soul fire.

It was a little small and somewhat springy, like... a certain part of Scorch Release Pakura.

He was already full of anger toward that bitch, so this thing could bear the brunt of his rage!

Punch!

Rub!

Punch hard!

Rub furiously with all my strength!

Puff!

At last, beneath Qian Yun's demonic claws, this Sword God's soul fire collapsed.

[ Ding: Defeated the Winter Rain Sword Spirit. Obtained the Lord of Winter Rain trait! ]

Qian Yun was stunned. Not only had it dropped a purple trait, but the originally blood-red spiritual world was gradually turning snow-white.

Wait!

The spiritual world had turned white, so why had his spiritual body become blood-red?

Something was wrong!

And why did he suddenly want so badly to kill people, even to devour blood and souls?

There was something wrong with the sword spirit. Defeating it did not mean it had vanished!

With a thought, Qian Yun left the spiritual world, only to find bloody mist swirling around his body, making him look exactly like a demon.

No wonder that farmer had been beaten to death by a monk back then!

The little lizard was so frightened that it burrowed into the sand and lay completely still, playing dead.

Calm down. I have to calm down!

Right, that unlucky farmer had prayer beads on him. Maybe they would be useful.

So the farmer had sought out prayer beads to save himself.

Qian Yun picked up one prayer bead and read its information with his soul. It was the Beast Taming Seal.

The next prayer bead was also the Beast Taming Seal.