Naruto: This Uchiha is too innocent.

Without a doubt, Asuma and his two companions were suppressed by Pakura from beginning to end. Their taijutsu and ninjutsu were completely overwhelmed, and even their only advantage, genjutsu, was easily broken by the latter.

The night was dark, and howling sounds echoed in the forest. The village elders said that many ferocious wild animals lived on Jiegeng Mountain, and as night fell, these animals began their hunting season.

In the woods, many emaciated wolves stared at them with eerie, dark green eyes, growling softly, drool hanging from the corners of their mouths; they were hungry.

Of course, ordinary wild beasts are nothing to ninjas. Ninjas have all sorts of tricks up their sleeves, and it's too easy for them to deal with low-intelligence beasts. Only those ferocious beasts that can be summoned by magic can pose a threat to ninjas.

Pakula snorted coldly, and the two darts hovering on his shoulders charged directly into the wolf pack. In an instant, the wolves let out painful howls and turned into dried corpses one after another at a visible speed. The remaining wolves were frightened and fled, but they did not completely escape. They lurked in the grass in the distance, waiting for their chance to strike.

Pakula did not continue chasing the wolves. Dealing with wolves was too easy for her. What she needed to do now was kill Kurenai and the others.

Asma clutched his arm, his forehead beaded with cold sweat. In just a moment after being touched by the fireball, his right arm had almost completely lost its moisture and sensation.

This is the terrifying aspect of bloodline limits; they possess special effects that surpass ordinary ninjutsu. If one is unaware of them, being hit by one almost certainly means defeat.

Pakula's Scorching Release is among the best, even among bloodline limits.

Neither side spoke, but a suffocating feeling lingered in the hearts of Kurenai and her two companions, while Pakula looked relaxed.

Asuma's eyes flickered, and his fingers, hidden behind his back, gently beckoned. Meanwhile, the Lightning Release user, who had been standing behind him, pursed his lips.

That gesture was a special hand signal used by their squad to communicate, and Asuma was saying: I'll create an opportunity for you to escape.

Without a doubt, Asuma had a clear understanding of his team: they were absolutely no match for Pakura and they had to notify other Jonin from Konoha to handle the situation.

Asuma's eyes were unreadable and uncertain. He was always like this. On the surface, he seemed to be defiant and unruly, but deep down he was gentler than anyone else. In this situation, he was even thinking of sacrificing himself for others.

Will he agree?

Of course not. The first lesson of joining Class 8 is to never abandon your teammates.

Therefore, he completely ignored Asuma's gesture and three senbon needles slid from his palm.

call out--

A thousand copies were sold!

Pakula tilted her head to the side, dodging the attack, only to be met with an explosive tag.

With a loud bang, the smoke and dust dissipated, and Pakula's eyes darkened, because the Konoha kid in front of him had disappeared in the instant of the explosion.

run away?

She dismissed the guess, because if they had escaped, they would have been able to escape her senses, and now, the woods were completely silent, clearly indicating that they were hiding.

"You little devils, you think you can hide and I won't find you?"

"It's just... a matter of taking a little more time."

Then, her figure disappeared.

In an instant, an indescribable atmosphere quietly permeated the air. The rustling sounds and woodpecker tapping in the forest vanished instantly, leaving only the heavy shadows cast by the towering ancient trees. For a moment, the entire forest fell into a chilling silence.

Asma, who was pressed against a tree trunk, had a solemn expression. The invisible pressure was like Mount Tai pressing down on his heart. Because of his injury, he had to endure the excruciating pain without making a sound.

However, he could endure the physical pain, but the physiological reactions were unavoidable.

After a long while, cold sweat dripped from his forehead and down his chin. His pupils contracted sharply, and the despair in his heart dissipated with each drop of sweat.

tick-

Sweat dripped onto the weeds, making a barely perceptible sound.

"Found you." A sinister voice rang out beside Asuma.

boom!

Asuma's body flew out like a kite with a broken string. Because Pakula didn't use fireball this time, he was lucky enough not to die, but was just swept away by a single blow.

Pakula, having found Asuma, grinned maliciously and used Scorch Release, causing several fireballs to reappear.

"Scorching Escape - Over-Steaming Kill".

Asma watched the fireball hurtling towards him, despair welled up inside him; with his current injuries, he couldn't dodge it.

"Shuriken!" At the critical moment, two figures appeared and deflected the fireball with shuriken.

"Oh my, I didn't expect you two to be so close. You might have been able to take this opportunity to escape, but now that you've shown yourself, you'll miss your chance," Pakula said with a smile, tossing her hair.

"Lightning Release, Red, you... you're too stupid." Asuma spoke softly, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Honestly, Asuma, we did this to save you, and you call us stupid." Kurenai Yuhi was displeased; heaven knows how much fear she had overcome to stand up for us.

"Asuma, we're a team," Lightning Release said calmly.

Asma stared blankly at the two of them, a strange feeling welling up inside him. He gave a bitter smile.

"This time, I've dragged you down."

Normally, he is the strongest among the three, so he is usually very arrogant and doesn't treat the other two well, even showing some disdain. But now, that disdain in his heart has completely disappeared.

"Gentlemen, now is not the time to talk about feelings. You can have that when you're all going to hell together later." Pakula chuckled and charged towards the three of them.

Asuma closed his eyes, and when he opened them, the fear in them was gone.

"Squad 8, prepare for battle!"

The four of them were entangled together...

As it turns out, if you're not the main character, you can't rely on talking about bonds to increase your strength. If you can't beat someone, you just can't beat them.

Asma and his two companions quickly came down from the battlefield.

Pakula punched Kurenai Yuhi in the stomach, causing her to cough up acid and collapse.

Most of their attention was focused on the fireball. Although they dodged the fireball, they were still hit hard by Pakula's physical skills.

Pakula stepped on Kurenai's back, a mocking glint in his eyes. "Kids, that's enough."

Kurenai Yuhi winced in pain, a look of desolation flashing in her eyes.

They lost, completely and utterly. The only damage they caused was a scratch on Pakula's arm.

On the battlefield, the price of defeat is often death.

At this moment, the girl's regret surged forth; she was still young, and she didn't want to die.

"Waaaah, there are so many delicious foods I haven't tried yet!"

"There are still so many places I haven't been to, and so many fun things I haven't done."

"I...I haven't married Sora yet..."

The girl closed her eyes, awaiting death.

"The Dance of the Crescent Moon!"

Under the moonlight, a sharp sword light whistled past!

A man wearing a fox mask joins the battle.

Pakula's pupils contracted slightly, and she darted backward. Even though she was fast enough, the sharp sword energy still left a wound on her face.

She reached out and wiped the warmth from her face, looked at the man who had suddenly appeared, sensed his presence, and a smile crept onto her lips.

"Heh, I sensed a gaze upon me long ago. It wasn't a hallucination. Konoha's Anbu, do you think you're a match for me?"

He remained expressionless in the wind of the month of Maoyue.

"Some things you only know by trying."