067: She's Getting Into It...

"Huff, puff...huff, puff..."

On the South teaching building. Samui and the bespectacled girl ran for their lives.

"Teacher, is class over now? We haven't learned pressure point strikes yet!"

"Teacher, my arm fell off, what should I do? Can you heal me?"

"I don't know where my body went, Teacher, can you help me find it? It would be best if you could put my head back on."

Behind them, a large group of terrifying, talking wooden mannequins chased the two.

"Get away, get away! I'm not your teacher!"

"What in the world are these things?"

"Usagi, have you found the puppeteer controlling these things?" Samui asked breathlessly while slashing at the approaching mannequins.

"No, I don't see any Chakra strings connected to them.

"I suspect this is really one of this academy's oddities.

"Even Lady Chiyo, the most famous puppeteer in Sunagakure, needs Chakra strings to control these kinds of puppets."

The bespectacled girl, pale-faced, kept glancing nervously at her surroundings.

The wooden mannequins were increasing in number.

Some went into equipment rooms and dragged out even older, broken mannequins that couldn't even move.

Could this be the reason Teacher Ikka said they absolutely shouldn't leave the classroom?

Looking at these mannequins now, they were indeed much scarier than they were in the classroom.

Perhaps back in the classroom, a few casual bluffs could have calmed these clearly low-intelligence puppets down.

But what normal person would lecture a bunch of puppets?

I'm going crazy, Samui right about pulled out her hair.

Forget it, there's no point thinking about that now, escaping is more important.

"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!"

An ordinary Fireball Jutsu erupted from the bespectacled girl's puffed cheeks, instantly blasting the group of mannequins chasing them down the hallway from the third floor.

A clear area was created.

But it was immediately filled by the densely packed wooden mannequins behind them.

Sigh, if only I could fly.

Then I could fly out of this terrifying academy with Lady Samui.

Just as she was thinking this, a figure flew up from outside the third-floor corridor.

It was a child wearing an eyepatch, faintly visible in the swirling mist outside the building, slowly floating towards the fourth floor.

"T-T-Teacher Samui! I saw a ghost!" The bespectacled girl's teeth chattered, her whole body trembling, even calling samui teacher instead of Lady. 

She tugged on Samui's clothes, hiding in the hallway.

By the time Samui turned to look, there was only swirling mist, not a single person in sight.

But thinking about this strange school and all the bizarre oddities...

Even if you pointed at the sky and said there was an angel, Samui would believe it a little.

"Let's go, hurry up, let's meet up with Ootori and the others and get out of this hellhole." Samui gritted out.

Her right hand spun her sword, leaving trails in the air.

"Cloud Style!"

Another wave of puppets was knocked down.

"You newcomers, you idiots, why did you let my students out!?

"Can't you even teach them a simple pressure point strike?

"I'm so angry right now!"

At this moment, a figure appeared from the corridor on the other side.

It was Teacher Ikka, who had used the bathroom as an excuse to leave them in the classroom.

"If you can't even teach simple children as teachers, then let me, Teacher Ikka teach you a lesson!" Ikka, only 1.5 meters tall with a small band-aid on his nose, glared furiously.

Veins bulged on his forehead.

His eyes instantly turned completely white, without a trace of pupils, whiter than the Byakugan, like a terrifying demon from hell.

"Gentle Fist: Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms!" He stomped on the ground, instantly crossing several meters, shooting towards the bespectacled girl who was closest to him.

"Fire Style: Gre..."

Only managing to form half a hand seal, the bespectacled girl's Chakra flow was abruptly cut off by a palm strike.

Her Jutsu was instantly interrupted!

"First Palm!"

"Second Palm!"

Ikka's imposing shouts echoed continuously.

Two palms sent the bespectacled girl flying into the air.

Just as he was about to continue with the full 64 Palms, Samui, who had been holding back the wooden mannequins, finally returned with her sword to assist.

"Stop!!!"

With a furious roar, Samui charged.

Ikka hastily retracted his palms to avoid the sword light, a slight smirk appearing on his lips.

His arms suddenly straightened, palms facing outwards!

"Eight Trigrams Palms: Revolvong heaven!!!"

Boom!!!

In the narrow corridor,

The sudden, terrifying cyclone sent Samui flying, blasting her out from the third floor.

She vanished into the vast sea of mist.

In the next moment, Ikka glanced at the bespectacled girl, who seemed to pose little threat and had lost her fighting ability.

He jumped from the third floor as well, chasing after Samui.

"Lady Samui!"

The bespectacled girl worriedly propped herself up with her numb body and walked to the railing, looking out at the vast sea of mist.

Her meridians were blocked, her Chakra unable to flow freely.

The teachers in this school were terrifying too.

"Teacher..."

"Teacher, my arm hurts, can you help me look at it?"

The surrounding wooden mannequins closed in again.

The bespectacled girl's expression stiffened.

As if possessed...

She turned around mechanically like a wooden doll.

A one-armed wooden mannequin walked at the front, about to approach her.

"Wait, um... Can you actually feel pain?

"Answer the teacher properly."

There was no other way. 

Her body was injured and hadn't recovered yet. She could only temporarily accept her identity as a new teacher.

The bespectacled girl forced a stiff smile that would make anyone retreat in fear.

But the wooden mannequins nodded.

She was one of their own kind.

"Ah, no! It doesn't really hurt. But they all have two arms, and I only have one."

"I-is that so?."

You finally realized something was wrong with feeling pain, huh?

All of you are not right in the head, okay?

The bespectacled girl frantically complained internally to relieve the fear and pressure in her heart.

"Teacher, I found an arm." Another wooden mannequin stepped forward, holding an arm.

"Wonderful! Let this teacher take a look."

The bespectacled girl took the arm and found that it could be easily attached to their bodies. With a "click",

She attached it to the one-armed wooden mannequin.

"Done!"

The bespectacled girl breathed a sigh of relief.

The wooden mannequin, now with two arms, happily retreated.

But his eyes were a little lost, as if he was still a bit different from the others.

The other wooden mannequins had symmetrical left and right hands.

He had two right hands...

"Next!" The bespectacled girl looked apologetically at the retreating figure of the wooden mannequin.

Then, she shouted to the other wooden mannequins who were consciously lining up.

She... was getting into it...

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