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TSSITWON Chapter 121: Kurisu Clenches Her Fist
🕑 Added 2024-12-11 12:02:06 +0000 UTCExplosive kunai, a weapon that had previously been effective in incapacitating opponents, now felt like a toy in the face of their power. Each explosion only slowed them down momentarily, without causing any significant damage.
“Keep moving!” Kurisu shouted to her team.
They ran relentlessly, navigating through narrow corridors and winding streets. Their legs felt heavy, but stopping was not an option. They knew that if a fight broke out now, they would most likely not emerge as winners.
Kurisu occasionally glanced back. The distance between them and their pursuers was closing. Kurisu's breath began to feel irregular, not from exhaustion, but from nervousness. The situation was worsening.
“We need more time,” Kurisu thought, gritting her teeth.
They were still far from the designated meeting point. This journey had become a test of physical and mental endurance. They had to continue avoiding direct confrontation as much as possible.
The Dark Market never expected someone to be bold enough to attack them. The morgue at the Bounty Exchange was usually guarded by only a few low-level ninjas.
They felt that no one dared to challenge them, as even the Five Great Nations had shadowy ties with the Dark Market. This market was a hub for secret transactions that even official organizations did not want to touch.
However, if someone truly attacked, the Dark Market had a reputation for retaliating with full force. They would not hesitate to use all the resources at their disposal, including calling upon the best Bounty Hunters to pursue their enemies.
And that was what was happening now.
Kurisu knew that the longer they stayed in this territory, the greater the risk of being surrounded by even greater forces. However, thoughts of failure were not allowed to surface. They had to keep running.
Kurisu's group was now under immense pressure. Their pursuers were not ordinary ninjas, but experienced Bounty Hunters who had long been entrenched in this dark world.
Most of them were at the Chunin level, and some had even reached Jonin level—highly trained ninjas, far above average ability.
Kurisu and her group had been running for over two weeks without adequate rest, trying to distance themselves from the Dark Market and evade pursuit.
Their bodies were now exhausted, the remaining energy nearly depleted after various exhausting battles and escapes. Yet, the pursuers continued to trail them relentlessly, like an unavoidable shadow of death.
Kurisu gritted her teeth, realizing that this situation was a result of her own arrogance and decisions. Kurisu had been too hasty, too confident in her strength as a Kunoichi who had never lost before.
That mindset, which had long been Kurisu's pride, had now turned into a heavy burden she had to bear.
“I’m foolish,” Kurisu thought, holding back her emotions. “We should have rested longer. I should have listened to them.”
After nearly fifty minutes of running without pause, one of the women in their group suddenly stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Kurisu asked, breathless, her face filled with confusion.
The woman looked at Kurisu with sharp, determined eyes. “Miss Kurisu, go on. I will hold them off for as long as I can. So please, keep moving.”
Those words pierced Kurisu's heart like a blade. Kurisu fell silent, her body feeling stiff. The woman was not just a member of Kurisu's group—she was part of the family that Kurisu had built over the years. Every woman working at the Brothel had been considered by Kurisu as a sister, as family.
But now, one of them had to sacrifice herself to save the others.
Kurisu clenched her fist until her nails dug into her palm.
