Chapter-189

The ghoul leader's screams filled the air, echoing through the once-silent village. The pain was unbearable, and yet, the ghoul leader remained unable to move or resist. Sin watched with a stern expression, knowing that this was the price the ghoul leader would pay for the information he sought. It was a calculated choice, driven by the urgency of their mission.

As minutes passed, Sin's determination remained unshaken. He knew that extracting information from a creature like the ghoul leader required not only physical torture but also a strong will and unwavering resolve. Sin possessed both qualities in abundance, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to save Lita.

The ghoul leader's resistance began to wane under the relentless torment of the Silver Lotus technique. Beads of sweat formed on its grotesque, mutated form, and its once-defiant eyes began to flicker with desperation. Sin seized this opportunity to press the ghoul leader further, demanding answers with an intensity that brooked no refusal.

"Where is Lita?" Sin's voice cut through the night, carrying the weight of his determination. He repeated the question, each word laced with the promise of more agony if the ghoul leader remained silent. The ghoul leader's hesitation was palpable, and it was clear that it was on the brink of breaking.

Sin's actions may have been brutal, but they were driven by a noble cause – to rescue an innocent soul from the clutches of a devilish count and his cannibalistic minions.

Sin's repeated question hung heavily in the air, a relentless echo of determination that refused to be ignored. He knew that he was getting closer to the truth and that the ghoul leader's resistance was crumbling with each passing moment. But he also understood the importance of preserving his chakra, for he was well aware that their journey to Count Murmur might hold even greater challenges.

Sin's options were narrowing. He had used the Lotus Bud Technique and the Silver Lotus to incapacitate the ghoul leader physically, but his most potent weapon, the Sharingan, still remained at his disposal. The Sharingan possessed the power to peer into the deepest recesses of a person's mind, unveiling their secrets and unraveling their resolve. It was a formidable tool, but its use came at a cost – a significant drain on Sin's chakra.

Chakra, the life force that fueled all of his jutsu, was a finite resource. Sin couldn't afford to squander it, especially when their mission was far from over. Lita's life depended on their swift and strategic actions. Sin understood that constant use of both Kamui and Genjutsu would exhaust his chakra reserves rapidly, leaving him vulnerable in a world where danger lurked at every turn.

With a calculated resolve, Sin chose to reserve the power of the Sharingan as a last resort. If the ghoul leader remained obstinate and refused to divulge Lita's location, then Sin would have no choice but to delve into the recesses of its mind with the full force of Genjutsu. It was a technique that could shatter even the strongest wills and extract the information he sought, but it came at a price.

As Sin stood before the ghoul leader, his crimson Sharingan remained concealed beneath his closed eyelids. He had learned to harness its power with precision and restraint, a testament to his mastery over the formidable doujutsu. His unwavering gaze bore into the ghoul leader, a silent threat that conveyed his determination.

Time seemed to stretch as the standoff continued. Sin's patience was unyielding, a trait that had served him well in countless battles. He knew that this was a battle of wills, and he was determined to emerge victorious. The ghoul leader, on the other hand, was trapped in a web of agony, its resistance waning with each passing moment.

In the distance, Sia, Julia, and Fatty Jack watched with a mixture of awe and concern. They had witnessed Sin's formidable skills in action, and now they saw the determination etched on his face as he confronted the ghoul leader. There was a palpable tension in the air, a sense that the fate of their mission hung in the balance.

Sia couldn't help but feel a surge of respect for Sin. She had once questioned his actions, but now she understood the depth of his commitment to rescuing Lita. Sin's resolve was unshakable, his methods unorthodox yet effective. It was a reminder that they were dealing with a man who possessed not only incredible power but also a strategic mind that could outwit their adversaries.

Julia, too, recognized the gravity of the situation. She had witnessed firsthand the horrors of the Mangeur D'os tribe and knew that their journey was far from over. Lita's fate rested on their shoulders, and they had no room for error. Sin's determination and calculated choices were the driving force behind their mission's success.

As the tension in the village mounted, Sin felt a shift in the ghoul leader's resolve. It was a subtle change, imperceptible to most, but Sin's keen instincts detected it. The ghoul leader's defiance was eroding, replaced by a growing sense of desperation.

Sin's voice, calm yet unwavering, broke the silence once more. "Where is Lita?" he asked for the fourth time, his words carrying the weight of their entire mission. He was prepared to unleash the full power of the Sharingan if the ghoul leader's resistance persisted. The choice now rested with the ghoul leader – reveal the truth willingly or face the unrelenting force of Sin's Genjutsu.

The ghoul leader's eerie smile sent a chill down Sin's spine. It was a smile devoid of sanity, a grotesque display of malevolence that seemed to revel in the macabre scene before them. Sin's gaze followed the ghoul leader's as it surveyed the lifeless forms of its fallen tribesmen. They lay strewn across the ground, their twisted and contorted forms testament to the brutality of their encounter. The once-celebratory feast had devolved into a nightmarish tableau of death.

As the ghoul leader continued to speak, its voice took on a haunting quality, a bizarre blend of resignation and defiance. It spoke of its lineage as a side branch of the Murmur family, a name that carried with it a legacy spanning thousands of years. The mere mention of the Murmur family sent a shiver through Sin and his companions. The name was synonymous with power, darkness, and a sinister legacy that had endured for generations.