Angel of the Akatsuki

"Where is the leader you mentioned? How much longer is he going to keep me waiting? You've exhausted my patience!"

The strange man carrying two masked monsters on his shoulders roared impatiently at Pakura and the other two.

They had just fought a battle. On the surface, he had stopped the burly man and woman on his own, but as someone who understood his own condition, he knew very well that he had already died three times.

The first time, the woman's Scorch Release had instantly evaporated his heart.

The burly man behind her was even more terrifying. His swordsmanship was exceptionally domineering. He had taken two consecutive blows, and each slash had cleaved him in half at the waist.

He had five hearts in total, representing five lives. He had been killed three times just now, meaning three lives were already gone. If he used another hand, the consequences might not be pleasant.

Thus, although he kept shouting provocations, he did not dare take another step forward.

"All three of you are rare powerhouses. I never thought that people like you would be willing to submit to someone else. I'm rather curious what kind of person he is."

The blue-haired woman wearing a paper flower spoke in a calm and gentle voice.

Pakura and Candle Tiger had suffered minor external injuries during the battle, but Scorpion was in the most miserable state.

He had released the puppet of the Kazekage, but one of the puppet's arms had been severed, and its entire body was charred black. It looked extremely battered.

He had fought this woman alone just now, but her strength had far exceeded his expectations. Most bizarre of all, she could turn her body into paper, rendering his puppet's attacks ineffective.

"The person you want to see has