Chapter 115

Nervously tugging at a strand of loose hair, I continued to run circles around the basement, waiting for a report as well as for a break in communication with one of the seal recipients due to his death. I thought of sending a request to the recipient, but I immediately brushed it aside - I didn't want to distract the clone in the middle of a battle, if it was still in progress.

The seal was no longer pulling chakra, but that didn't mean anything - you couldn't restore more than the maximum reserve even if you wanted to. But something had to be done.

Pausing for a moment, I rushed to the scrolls on the second section of the cabinet, pulling out one of the ready-made scrolls, a last chance scroll. Except it was empty for now, not yet charged with a clone. Folding a few hand seals, I created a shadow clone and sealed it into the scroll, before placing it against the Fuin manifested on my chest and sealing it.

Hopefully this will be enough for the kanpeki ningyo as a trump card - with a nearly full moon and clear skies, normal shinobi would be easy enough prey, plus, with no physical appearance as such, it would be impossible to identify my involvement. That's all that can be done now, hopefully for good reason.

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- Huh, huh," Akira breathed heavily, angrily kicking the body of another enemy shinobi in front of him, clutching his hand to his torn side.

The streams of blood flowing through his fingers quickly diminished under the influence of the medical chakra enveloping his hand, and in a few seconds the wound closed, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief. The pain would remain, but even such a quick and rough treatment would allow it not to slow down.

- Boss, that was the last one here," the jonin mercenary walked up, limping slightly, followed by a couple of newcomers who had come in handy.

After the second attack during the negotiations, Akira realized that none of the new gang were going to negotiate, but preferred to settle things by force only, so after healing the mercenaries and quickly hiring two more nukenin jonins at the nearest gathering place for a large sum, he waited until evening and attacked the outlaws.

The previous battle, which had destroyed several houses on the outskirts of the capital where the meeting had been scheduled, had already reduced the number of available forces of the gang, so taking four jonins with him and leaving the living nukenins to manage, Kanpeki Ningyo led his team to the enemy's lair.

An observant beggar had passed a note a few days ago about suspicious activity around an unremarkable abandoned house in the middle of the slums, and his sensorics had detected the movement of shinobi whose chakra was appearing and disappearing in that very spot.

And everything would be fine, but it was impossible to catch the enemy with his pants down, despite all the efforts, and the dungeons under the house only made the task of mopping up more difficult.

Primitive traps made it difficult to advance, and unfamiliar passages allowed enemy shinobi to even try to attack from both sides, hoping to clamp down and take advantage of the numerical advantage. That was exactly how Akira had gotten his wound in his side.

Fortunately, despite the numerical advantage, quality was still on their side, and having an experienced iryonin on the team allowed them to not have to worry about most injuries. Even so, the kanpeki ningyo had to request assistance from the original to replenish the chakra expended during the sweep.

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