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Capítulo 240: Ch240. Pakura vs Rasa 1

Pakura stood twenty feet apart from Rasa in the Sunagakure's 'arena', her right hand on her hip while the other arm leisurely hung alongside her body, prepared to snap into action at the slightest sign of need. Her slight knowing smile unnerved Rasa who eyed her for any kind of information he could discern before the fighting began while his mind quickly started sifting through what he remembered of Pakura from her time of service to Sunagakure. Rasa wasn't about to be careless. He knew well that Pakura was one hell of a kunoichi and Grudge Match was... a fight to the death.

Looking around, Pakura noted the arena didn't change in the slightest since she left the village. Even the boulders were in the same area where she remembered them. Unlike Konoha's colosseum-like arena, Suna used vast open space akin to a desert littered with many boulders, occasional trees, and even a small lake on the side. Maintaining that lake was quite a problem for Sunagakure so they only filled it with water during the Chuunin Exams. Considering neither Pakura nor Rasa had water affinity, the lake was currently completely dry.

In the stands around the sand-filled arena, the Daimyo and the important people of Sunagakure watched as Pakura and Rasa were about to fight. Excitement filled the ninja and civilians alike in expectation of witnessing two Kage level titans go at each other with the intent to kill.

"How exciting," Pakura dryly commented when she heard the boisterous cheers from the audience, "Who would have thought killing would be so popular."

"Anyone who ever heard of hidden villages." Rasa snorted and took two scrolls out of his pockets. "Seriously, what do they teach traitors nowadays?"

"Administration," Pakura shrugged, letting her light jacket fall from her shoulders onto the sandy ground, "You know... the stuff that actually helps to keep the village rich and running." She added in a dismissive yet mocking tone that had Rasa's eyebrow twitch.

"Your utter lack of denial concerning treason is not lost on me." Rasa coldly countered.

"Rasa," Pakura drawled in a slightly fed-up voice, "Your pre-battle taunting sucks." She deadpanned. "Honestly, cut the crap, golden boy. You were always good at straightforward things so try to focus on those. Psychological warfare is not for you." She retorted dismissively before starting to stretch and roll her shoulders in preparation for the fight.

Silence ensued between the two combatants, signaling both were done with their pre-battle talks. Seeing it, Chiyo sighed, knowing the village would lose one of its S-rank ninjas today, no matter who won. Without further ado, she connected a chakra string to a basic puppet between Pakura and Rasa, causing it to stand up and raise its wooden arm, raising the tension to the utmost extreme. With another twitch of Chiyo's finger, the arm swung down...

Both combatants burst into action.

Rasa instantly threw the two scrolls upwards into the air and had to quickly move his head to the side as a kunai whizzed through the place his eye was only a split second ago courtesy of Pakura who was now sprinting straight at him at jonin-level speed.

Clicking her tongue at the two scrolls in the air, Pakura briefly lamented that her initial throw didn't prevent Rasa from throwing them and bought her time to get close. As she was halfway through the distance between her and Rasa, the two scrolls burst open in a copious amount of white smoke before it was brutally dispersed by the literal mountain of gold dust falling right onto Pakura in a crushing attempt at ending the battle.

Within a blink of an eye, the golden dust landed right on Pakura's head, sending a small earthquake through the area as if a giant just stomped onto the ground. Rasa's tensed body slightly relaxed... and kunai found its way to the nape of his head, razing its way upward straight into his brain.

Pakura who appeared behind Rasa had to let go of her kunai as Rasa's body burst into golden dust that instantly snapped into action, trying to engulf her in its crushing embrace. As she jumped right and left, evading tendril after tendril of golden dust, Pakura suddenly tripped, only briefly noticing that some grains of sand under her feet glitter in a bit too sparkly way while her body was falling towards the ground. Rasa didn't give her even a half-second of contemplation as the golden dust wrapped itself around her body and squashed...

Throwing himself onto the ground into a roll, Rasa barely evaded a swipe at his jugular from his blind spot. Arming himself with a kunai in mid-roll, the second he found himself again on his feet, Rasa had to block Pakura's kunai only for his eyes to widen as she noticed her dual-wielding them a second too late.

Pakura's second kunai buried itself into Rasa's heart straight through the gap in his ribcage, his body again bursting into golden dust as Pakura jumped back and threw kunai to her right before using a quick Kawarimi with it as the golden dust was about to compress around her.

Coincidentally, the kunai landed right in front of Rasa's feet, giving him a shock of a lifetime as the second Pakura appeared in front of him, her fist smashed straight into his nose, sending him flying backward with a satisfying crunch...

Spikes of golden dust rose from under Pakura, piercing her body while the flying form of Rasa dissolved into golden dust. Pakura spat blood with a wide-eyed expression, giving her only a second to comprehend what was happening before the spikes in her body twitched... her body was completely and brutally torn to pieces from inside out, dirtying the sand with her blood, torn muscles, pieces of bones and organs.

Rasa was cautiously rising from the ground a few feet away from the horror scene when the temperature experienced a sudden rise in his vicinity, only giving him a moment to realize a genjutsu was at play.

In a scorching flash originating right above Rasa, the audience was briefly blinded. Only the most experienced ninjas of Suna noticed the place the Kazekage was rising from was now completely turned to superheated glass from the sheer searing heat before the temperature rose so much it evaporated water in the air, resulting in a cloudy vapor obscuring the spectators.

Nobody got to complain however as a second later, the Kazekage used Futon: Great Breakthrough, sending a crushing pressurized air through the battlefield, dispersing the vapor in a matter of milliseconds before he was forced to duck yet another swipe at his neck courtesy of Pakura who used the brief distraction and lack of vision to sneak near him.

This time, however, Pakura anticipated the dodge and Rasa found her foot implanted in his stomach the second he ducked... the knife in Pakura's hand quickly flipped into backhand grip as she violently plunged it into the back of Rasa's head... almost growling as he yet again burst into golden dust.

A split second later, her upper body was torn from her lower parts by the sheer pressure a tendril of golden dust that smacked into her generated.

As chunks of Pakura's organs showered the sands of the arena in the southern sector, in the eastern one, Rasa barely managed to block a strike from the real Pakura with his own kunai, cursing at the disadvantage yet happy that this time he was wholly prepared for it.

Golden dust under his feet snapped into action, aiming for Pakura at breakneck speeds while she simply flicked her wrist and let Rasa's kunai slide on hers, getting into his guard in one masterful deflection of Rasa's block... when the golden dust tore her legs to shreds.

Pakura burst into smoke.

Rasa didn't manage to dodge the kunai she threw a moment before she was dispelled as he was too distracted by the fact Pakura knew a Konoha Kinjutsu, his eye socket getting a new kunai-sized piercing with blood squirting out... only for a log to appear in his place a moment later.

The battlefield was once again empty, the audience looking for the two hidden combatants with silent anticipation and barely hidden trepidation as chills passed through their spines at the fast pace of the combat and the various supposed deaths they witnessed in short order.

Everybody knew even the slightest mistake would be the end of the battle and THAT was a sobering thought even for most of the jonins as they pondered if they would even be still alive with such a deadly pace and every strike more lethal and brutal than the previous one.

Seeing the wide-eyed people around her, Chiyo bitterly smiled, 'To think neither of them used anything but the basics of their personal combat style yet... Such a monumental waste.' She let out a muffled groan at the loss of such a ninja that would certainly follow at the end of the match.


Capítulo 241: Ch241. Temari's thoughts

Temari stood in the stands, watching her father and the strange foreign kunoichi trying to kill each other with such vicious brutality and ferocity it caused her to shiver in barely restrained fright. She was ten years old and honestly, she envied Kankuro who dully stood next to her, staring in awe and considerable frustration at the fight. Her brother was not yet trained to the degree he could follow what was happening in the arena with his eyes. He knew he was witnessing something monumentally grand. Something incredible. And he also tried to see more of it but he was unable to. And that, in Temari's opinion, was quite fortunate. At least he wouldn't have a scare of his life.

One cannot comprehend what one cannot see, after all.

She, on the other hand, had sufficient training to be capable of following chunin-level speeds. Her bastard of a father made sure it was beaten into her as her early birthday gift until her reaction speed improved. While she didn't catch everything going on in the arena, she at least could get the gist of the important details in-between all the rapid blurs and gory scary stuff.

The bottom line was... Temari for the first time in her life saw what the elite ninjas were like. And with it, came a realization. She could at any time encounter such an opponent in the field once she graduated. No matter how slim the chances were, it was possible. Temari quickly re-evaluated her life values.

'I will have to step up my training.' She decided deep down in her heart, unwilling to accept that the fight in front of her was making her a teensy bit excited because of how terrifying it was for her young mind.

For a few seemingly unending minutes, Temari watched as Pakura stabbed and slashed her father, getting crushed or squished in return in what seemed like some deadly dance of knives and golden dust.

Pakura's hands often blurred and before Temari could comprehend what happened, she found a kunai deeply lodged in some lethal part of her father only for Pakura's body to be violently dismantled by the golden dust a second later.

As this continued, however, Temari slowly started to see a small difference. It was only slight and barely noticeable but it was there! Temari leaned forward in interest and anticipation, for a second feeling bad that she found excitement in the fact her father would be run through with kunai or that his opponent in the match to the death was slowly starting to get more effective in fighting him. That feeling quickly left when she remembered her childhood though...

Suddenly Temari's eyes widened and her breath hitched as something that never before happened... happened.

The kunai of the green-haired woman slit Rasa's throat only for him to burst into golden dust that instantly tried to smoothen Pakura. Everybody in the stands rapidly started looking around, expecting the two combatants to pop up in a different place and the fight to continue but this time was different.

This time... Pakura dodged.

As the tendrils of golden dust tried to encompass her lithe form, Pakura flipped herself to the side, blurring... dodging the quickly moving dust...

Temari blinked at the unpredictability of the action. Pakura didn't dodge even once, at least, not visibly. The sheer shock of the action made Temari blank out for a split of a second only to notice her father's form a few tens of feet away with kunai handle-deep in his forehead, its tip peeking out from the back of his head.

For a moment, Temari held her breath and clenched her fists...

She half-expected him to die. Pakura 'killed' him two times in under two seconds. Surely he was not fast enough to evade that...

Before the slight feeling of guilt and happiness could fully bloom in her chest, the form of her father dissolved into golden dust and Temari suddenly found herself trying to suppress the feeling of inadequacy and disappointment.

Shaking herself from her feelings, she refocused back onto the fight. Her father and his opponent were yet again locked in close-quarter combat, exchanging blows with their kunais. Golden dust swirled, bashed, smashed, and ripped through the air only for the nimble and graceful form of Pakura to weave through the attacks while pressing her father with her masterful knifework.

Temari couldn't see all of the moves. To her, the kunais twirled, blurred, whizzed far too fast. She could, however, see that her father was really at a disadvantage when Pakura so easily deflected his kunai, completely bypassing his guard and snapping the arm which not a slip second ago blocked into a vicious jab. Pakura's hand blurred and Temari was again graced with the scene of her father having kunai run through his head from under his chin.

Relaxing, Temari bit her lips, 'Am I a bad person for not caring when I see my father's form like that?' She mused. At the start, it bothered her. Now? Now her father supposedly died over forty times in front of her since the start of this match. Sure, it was just clones made of golden dust but to her, it seemed pretty real. 'No... he deserves it. For what he did to Gaara.' Temari stubbornly decided, her eyes watering.

"Interesting fight, wouldn't you agree, Temari?"

A hand landed on her shoulder as these words entered her ears and Temari flinched as if she was stabbed. Snapping her head to the left, her shoulders sagged, "Chiyo-baa. Don't scare me like that!" She pouted, getting a small smile from the old, usually grumpy woman.

Ignoring the small outrage in Temari's tone, Chiyo continued speaking in what Temari recognized as the old lady's teacher mode from the lessons Kankuro was getting, "Observe the fight closely, Temari. It will serve you well." It was then that Kankuro was about to open his mouth, most likely complain about not being able to decipher what was really going on in the battlefield, only to be smacked by Chiyo before he could speak, causing his mouth to snap shut while his cheeks pinked as he petulantly crossed his arms on his chest.

Temari giggled at her brother's misfortune, "They are incredibly fast."

"That they are, child. That they are. Your father was not chosen to be the Kazekage because of his ugly mug." Chiyo mirthfully chortled. "And yet, this is more psychological battle rather than all-out slug-fest, girl."

Hearing that, Temari's eyes widened, "What!?" She blurted out, making some people turn towards her with admonishing gazes just as in the battlefield, Pakura's arms were torn from her torso in exchange for getting a kunai up Rasa's ass and then kicking it deeper for a good measure with a snap-kick.

Seeing that particular moment, Chiyo burst out laughing while Temari ducked her head in utterly mortifying embarrassment as she saw her father's eyes widen to humorous proportions when Pakura buggered him with pointy steel.

Rasa dissolved into golden dust while Pakura changed to mud, surprising many she could do Earth Jutsu.

"What do you mean 'psychological'?" Temari asked in a vain attempt to make the Honorable Elder next to her stop laughing at the humiliation her father suffered.

Finally managing to stop herself from laughing, Chiyo spoke, "They are barely using basics. Both of them are ninjutsu experts focused on their bloodline and yet, all Pakura is using is her exceptional kunaijutsu and some rudimentary low-cost Jutsus while your father didn't use even one battlefield-reshaping technique. Chakra-wise, they could keep this up all day as long as neither does any mistake." She shook her head.

"But... But father is using so much dust!" Temari exclaimed in disbelief, knowing her family's bloodline is very chakra exhausting.

"Simple techniques he mastered long ago and while there are tons of golden dust on the battlefield, the amount of dust he actively manipulates in a single instance is really small. He simply switches to the dust closest to his opponent. It just looks as if he used a whole lot of it but in reality, he is using minimum. No... they could go at it for an entire day like this with neither of them exhausted. Rasa most likely regenerates chakra faster than he is losing it at this rate. The golden dust clone is simply that cheap for him with his degree of mastery over his bloodline. As for Pakura... well." Chiyo trailed off in a small discomfort.

Noticing, Temari curiously tilted her head, not separating her gaze from the two fighters in the arena, "What about her?"

"She is the only kunoichi mad and skilled enough to face members of the seven swordsmen of mist only with two kunais." Chiyo shrugged, "In her time, she was the pride of our village. What Yondaime Hokage was to Konoha, she was to us to a lesser degree... at least before your father apparently decided to off her." She added in distaste before muttering, "Serves the prick well."

Hearing about the apparent skill of the agile kunoichi, Temari's eyes excitedly lit up as she wondered if she could get so strong one day too. Seeing Temari's reaction, Chiyo hummed in self-satisfaction as her eyes flickered from side to side all over the arena, watching the flurry of death delivered by Pakura. Chiyo was far too experienced to not notice the ever-so-slight measured increase in speed of Pakura. Slowly increasing her speed from jonin-level to S-rank in twenty minutes? Chiyo thought not. At least, not unintentionally. Pakura was playing with Rasa, measuring him.

It wasn't even funny, really. Not when in some instances, Pakura's hands went from zero to hundred in matters of a split second, redirecting her stabs and strikes with such a sudden increase of speed that even Chiyo barely saw it as more than a blur. The worst part was that Pakura masked it so well, Chiyo doubted even many of the Suna Jonins noticed what the green-haired woman was actually doing. After all, she only managed to catch it because of her expertise in puppetry, and having quick fingers alongside sudden snap-ish movements of hands was a must in her chosen field.

Then again, speed was only one factor and the fight was far from decided. Not when neither of the ninjutsu experts used ninjutsu yet.

'Let's hope this talk will lessen Temari's hard feelings if Pakura wins.' Chiyo wistfully thought.


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