"What?"
Maki was startled, her face showing an expression of disbelief.
Then came the panic she couldn't hide.
He wanted…
[Maki's Hatred Value +5000]
"What, you're not willing?"
Shin smiled even wider.
"What do you take me for?"
Maki's chest heaved with anger, her ample bosom swaying uncontrollably.
"Aren't you just Pakura's disciple? In that case, you should call me 'Master,' right?"
Shin raised his hand, lifting Maki's smooth, pale chin.
[Maki's Hatred Value +10000]
Not bad, not bad. As expected of Pakura's disciple.
Her personality is quite similar—a good toy.
Raising her hatred value is as easy as pie.
"You beast!"
Maki's eyes were red with rage, her breathing heavy.
"Thanks for the compliment."
Shin stood up, simultaneously releasing the Six Meridians Divine Sword's seal on her. "You can move now. Strip."
"You…"
"If you don't do it, I'll go back and strip Pakura instead." Shin grinned. "You wouldn't want Pakura to be stripped bare by me, would you?"
[Maki's Hatred Value +10000]
"No… don't hurt my teacher…"
"I… I'll do it!"
Maki's lips trembled as she forced out the words.
…
Looking at the petite, fair jade before him, Shin nodded in satisfaction.
Though small in stature, she had ample curves.
A classic case of a "big-breasted loli."
Shin let go and turned to leave. "Go back and wait. In a few days, Pakura will return home with you."
Watching his retreating figure, Maki stood still for a moment before her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground.
She hurriedly picked up her clothes, wrapping herself tightly.
Enduring the pain in her chest, she began to sob softly.
Would he really let her teacher go?
Maki's heart pounded like a drum.
The still-tender strings of her heart had been harshly plucked.
…
Shin left the Forest of Death.
In his mind, he pondered the matter of earning hatred value.
Indeed, his approach was correct.
Women were the richest source of hatred value.
In just a short while, he had earned tens of thousands of hatred value from the little loli, Maki.
But he was still far from reaching a million.
"Hmm?" Shin suddenly looked up ahead. "Tch, some reckless rats!"
As soon as he spoke, four figures appeared.
They stood in his path.
Each wore masks shaped like various animals, their bodies cloaked in black robes.
It was the distinctive attire of the ANBU.
But Shin knew better. The three of them exuded a cold, sinister aura.
It smelled like the musty stench of someone who had spent too long underground.
Foundation?
What was that old schemer Danzo up to now?
Didn't he have enough dead subordinates?
"Shin, Lord Danzo requests your presence!"
The ninja in the middle, wearing a raccoon mask, spoke coldly.
"Not interested." Shin rolled his eyes.
He really couldn't be bothered with Danzo.
"Hmph, you don't have a choice."
The other snorted, drawing a short sword from his back, ready to act.
Shin's expression turned odd. "Are you a new recruit in Foundation?"
"What do you mean?" The other was clearly confused.
Shin grinned. "Didn't your seniors teach you not to draw your sword in front of me?"
"Arrogant!" The Foundation ninja barked. "Even if you're strong, the four of us, all jonin, are more than enough to capture you!"
"It's five, right? Never mind, it doesn't matter." Shin sighed. "Hurry up, I've got things to do."
"Bastard!"
"You're asking for it!"
"Teach him a lesson!"
The Foundation ninjas were clearly infuriated by Shin's indifferent attitude.
They all shouted in anger.
As soon as they finished speaking, their hands began forming seals.
Each of them channeled their chakra, preparing powerful ninjutsu.
The first ninja who had drawn his sword suddenly vanished.
Then, a voice came from behind Shin.
"Leaf-Style Sword Art: Dance of the Crescent Moon!"
He appeared behind Shin, splitting into two shadow clones.
Like sharp blades, they charged at Shin.
But seeing Shin standing there, seemingly frozen in fear, he sneered. "What's this? Scared already? All that talk about ending the war single-handedly must've been a lie!"
In the blink of an eye, his short blade was about to slice Shin's throat.
"Sigh… Why bother?"
Suddenly, a soft sigh reached the ears of the Foundation ninjas.
Then, the Shin who had been standing motionless shattered into pieces.
The Foundation ninjas were shocked. "An afterimage? When did he—?"
"Watch out!"
Whoosh…
Sssss…
The Foundation ninja holding the short sword, still in his charging stance, felt a chill on his neck.
Then he heard the sound of a water pipe bursting.
In his line of sight, a kunai shot past him like an arrow.
His three companions, still forming seals, hadn't even released their ninjutsu.
The strange kunai had already slit their throats.
One by one, they clutched their necks and collapsed to the ground.
Blood gushed from their throats…
"How… is this possible…"
He managed to mutter weakly.
"Hmph, daring to form seals in front of me? You're asking for death!"
A disdainful voice sounded beside him.
He felt his body go limp, and his consciousness sank into endless darkness.
[EXP +1500]
[EXP +1000]
[EXP +1000]
[EXP +1000]
Looking at the fallen Foundation ninjas, Shin flicked his fingers lightly.
The kunai that had taken the lives of four jonin in an instant hovered above his fingertips.
Sword Control Technique!
Though, for small fry like this, Shin couldn't be bothered to use a sword.
A kunai was more than enough.
Shin sneered expressionlessly.
"Even Danzo doesn't dare raise his voice in front of me. How dare you?"