"Pakura... what had to come would come."
Rasa narrowed his eyes, his gaze crossing the battlefield and settling on the figure rapidly approaching straight ahead.
In less than a few dozen seconds,
Pakura had already reached the collapsing defensive line. Her gaze was cold as moonlight, and crimson fireballs floated and danced between her arms. The moisture around her...
Well, there was practically no moisture in the air here, but in other words, this environment would strengthen Pakura's Scorch Release.
Go!
Whoosh! As two mighty crimson flames shot across dozens of meters straight toward Rasa, he involuntarily stepped half a pace back. Glittering gold dust surged from the ground.
In an instant, it formed a thick, gleaming wall before him.
The Scorch Release fireballs exploded the instant they touched the gold dust wall, their dazzling light staining the surrounding sand red.
"Pakura, I was wrong in the past, but does helping the Land of Grass conquer your own country make you right?!"
Rasa's voice held some frustration.
He did not regret doing it. He only regretted not finishing the job properly back then.
Couldn't this woman have just died obediently in Konoha's ambush?! Become a hero who sacrificed herself for her country!
"Put away that ugly, filthy politician's face of yours. How many of my subordinates died in Konoha's ambushes just to serve your ruthless ambitions!
"Fortunately, I'm still alive...
"I can come to claim your life."
Pakura spoke coldly, stepping forward as Scorch Release chakra gathered in her palm.
"When you used the Third's death to rise to power, did you ever think this day would come for you too?"
Rasa fell silent and did not answer.
The gold dust wall rapidly spread out before him, turning into dozens of sharp spears that shot toward Pakura.
Whoosh! The sound