"Naruto: Ice God"Chapter 151: Rasa, You Damn Bastard
Hiruzen Sarutobi unleashed his Water Dragon Bullet, rendering Chiyo's sealing formation useless and forcing her to dodge his attack once again.
Quick with hand seals, agile in movement, capable of various large-scale destructive jutsu, and possessing rich combat experience...
Even a seasoned puppet master like Chiyo found it impossible to gain any advantage against Hiruzen Sarutobi.
Fortunately, reinforcements had arrived.
Brilliant golden sand suddenly surged from underground, transforming into a giant hand that lunged toward Hiruzen Sarutobi.
Facing the tidal wave of gold dust, Hiruzen executed several nimble leaps, quickly escaping the attack's range.
Turning his gaze skyward, Hiruzen's expression grew serious: "You must be the Fourth Kazekage, Rasa?"
"That's correct, Third Hokage. I didn't expect Sakumo would deploy you personally."
Rasa's face was equally stern. Hiruzen's initial assault had successfully eroded Sunagakure's morale, and even with Chiyo keeping him occupied, Konoha's resistance remained fierce.
Moreover, Kikyo Mountain's defenses had clearly been reinforced.
Sunagakure wasn't suited for prolonged warfare—their village's strength was limited, and no matter what, they couldn't outlast Konoha in a war of attrition.
A swift victory was essential.
At this moment, Rasa had no choice—defeating Hiruzen Sarutobi to shatter Konoha's morale was his only path forward.
...
Shikkotsu Forest.
Compared to the growing tension throughout the shinobi world, Shikkotsu Forest was brimming with the warmth of daily life.
Using years of accumulated pocket money and mission rewards, Feng Bai had purchased numerous household goods and ingredients. He now sat with a small Katsuyu clone around a stove he'd built himself, quietly waiting for the contents of the clay pot to finish cooking.
Every shinobi knows that aside from living expenses, the greatest cost is purchasing ninja tools.
This was especially true for shinobi like Feng Bai and Minato, who fought using the Flying Thunder God Technique—their Flying Thunder God kunai had to be far stronger than ordinary ones and required special customization.
So while Minato looked impressive scattering kunai across the battlefield, the sight of him collecting them afterward was equally pathetic (crossed out).
Feng Bai never bothered collecting them, nor did he purchase ninja tools himself.
When he ran short, he'd ask Danzō; if Danzō wasn't home, he'd simply take what he needed from Root.
Therefore, looking at his overflowing savings, Feng Bai had exclaimed: "I can't spend it all—there's simply no way to spend it all!"
As the aroma gradually wafted from the steam vent in the pot's lid, Pakura lying nearby twitched her nose. Still unconscious, she caught the scent, and intense curiosity drove her to open her eyes.
"Mmm..."
With a soft groan, Pakura fully regained consciousness, turning her head toward the source of the delicious smell.
Hearing the faint sound Pakura made, Feng Bai—sensing she was about due to wake up—turned to look at her, inadvertently revealing the Konoha forehead protector hanging around his neck.
"A Konoha shinobi?!"
Seeing the Konoha forehead protector, Pakura instinctively summoned a Scorch Release fireball and launched it straight at Feng Bai, only for it to dissipate instantly.
Pakura herself was struck by sudden paralysis, losing all strength and ability to gather chakra.
"Is this how you treat your savior?"
Having anticipated this reaction, Feng Bai turned back to the pot, forming ice crystals on his fingertips to easily lift the scalding lid: "Well then, let me introduce myself. My name is Shimura Feng Bai, and I'm your savior."
Seeing the ingredients weren't fully cooked yet, Feng Bai added some seasonings before replacing the lid: "Incidentally, to prevent you from being ungrateful for my life-saving grace, I've placed several curse marks on you."
He didn't need to turn around to know how ugly Pakura's expression must be upon hearing that.
"Don't be nervous—it's nothing terrifying. It simply prevents you from attacking me, revealing my information, or harboring hostility toward me."
Standing up, Feng Bai slowly walked over to Pakura: "And I placed them with your consent."
"Nonsense."
Though she understood the situation, Pakura was still irritated by his blatant lies.
I was unconscious—how could I possibly have consented?
"Really, I asked if I could place curse marks on you, you didn't speak, so I took that as agreement."
Feng Bai shrugged and extended his hand: "So, what will you do? After all, I truly am your savior."
Pakura narrowed her eyes, carefully studying the delicate-featured "young woman" before her, feeling utterly wretched.
Better to have died under a Kirigakure shinobi's kunai than fall into the hands of such a malicious brat.
But...
Surviving means I still have a chance for revenge...
Pakura ultimately grasped Feng Bai's hand, suddenly remembering something very important.
Shimura Feng Bai... Konoha's White Reaper... this guy is male!
...
Pakura's condition wasn't good.
Not physically, but mentally.
She had always believed that the unwavering will to protect one's village made a shinobi strong, yet the village she'd devoted herself to protecting had casually betrayed her.
War hero, distinguished shinobi—in the eyes of the leadership, she was merely a slightly more valuable pawn.
"Rasa, you damn bastard!"
Pakura cursed without regard for her image, raising her cup to down the strong liquor.
Beside her, the small Katsuyu chimed in agreement, extending a tentacle to refill Pakura's drink.
Wait, how did those two end up drinking together?
Feng Bai, standing in the distance developing new jutsu, had wanted to focus wholeheartedly on his training, but the intermittent cursing kept making him prick up his ears to listen.
After all, Pakura's profanity was genuinely impressive.
"No, no—banish distracting thoughts. Focus on observing the angles of mirror reflection."
Having once experienced Lightning Illusion: Thunder Pillar during the Third Great Ninja War, Feng Bai understood how troublesome visual genjutsu could be, and wanted to use Ice Release to create illusions affecting sight.
"Starting from here, then here, finally here."
He stepped into the circle of ice mirrors, removing the excess ones and keeping only those in key positions, personally experiencing the field of vision.
"Hey, Pakura, stop drinking and come over here!"
Having finalized the last ice mirror's position, Feng Bai called out for Pakura to come test it.
"Huh?"
Already in a foul mood, Pakura felt her nameless rage burn even hotter at Feng Bai's casual summons. Just as she was about to explode, she remembered the curse marks he'd placed on her.
"I understand."
Her surge of anger was instantly suppressed. Pakura forced down her irritation and walked to the position Feng Bai indicated, looking up at the ice mirror before her.
"This is..."
Though she'd had quite a bit to drink, Pakura's battle instincts remained sharp. The moment she saw the ice mirror, she sensed something was wrong.
So many versions of myself.
She summoned a Scorch Release fireball to shatter the ice mirror, but the visual discomfort persisted—the mirrors were positioned so cunningly that even her peripheral vision caught glimpses of her own reflection.
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