Garp: Just as Expected of My Grandson!

Pakura sat in the carriage, her breathing catching slightly.

She looked at Qian Ye across from her.

He was clearly just a twelve-year-old civilian Genin.

His frame was clearly still so slight.

Yet the pressure rolling off him left her struggling to breathe.

It was an aura that transcended age and strength.

Like a great mountain pressing down on her heart.

Many years later.

When the Ninja World was truly unified and the barriers between the Five Great Nations and ninja villages had been broken.

Pakura, standing at the pinnacle of the New World, would still recall this jolting carriage.

She would recall this afternoon.

At that time, she had been a soulless walking corpse.

Abandoned by her village.

Betrayed by her faith.

It was this boy before her, radiating dazzling golden light, who had forcibly dragged her out of that utterly rotten mire.

He had given her a brand-new path.

A path she had never even dared to imagine before.

Pakura withdrew her gaze and lowered her head.

She said nothing more.

But her tightly clenched fist slowly relaxed.

At that moment, her desire to die and abandon herself vanished without a trace.

The air inside the carriage was no longer so stifling.

Pakura opened her eyes again.

The confusion in those dim eyes faded away.

In its place was an unprecedented sharpness.

She looked directly into Qian Ye's eyes.

"I hope you're not just talking."

Qian Ye smiled.

He leaned back against the cushion and shifted into a more comfortable position.

"You'll see eventually."

"I'll smash this rotten world to pieces, bit by bit."

Pakura did not argue again.

She turned to look out the window.

The sunlight outside was just right, and the shadows of trees sped backward along the main road.

For the first time, she