Naruto: Experience Pain, Start by Copying the Entire Shinobi World

The air in the room seemed to freeze at that moment.

The smile on Qianxuan's face froze on his lips.

He stared at Mei Terumi's emerald green eyes, which held a hint of mockery and understanding, and his mind went blank for a full three seconds.

The ancestral home of the Minazuki clan...

Seven genin were knocked unconscious...

How did she know?

Qianxuan's first reaction was that his [Aura Concealment] had failed.

impossible!

This is a B-rank skill. Although it's not top-tier, it's enough to fool most sensory-type ninjas.

Even Tsunade couldn't detect it, so how could a fourteen-year-old girl have a stronger sense of perception than Tsunade?

Is it...

A thought flashed through his mind like an electric current.

It's a marker!

This woman, in the tavern, secretly left some kind of tracking mark on herself!

Qianxuan's expression changed instantly.

He suddenly jumped out of bed, not caring about his manners anymore, and began frantically groping himself.

In clothes, in pockets, in hair, even in the soles of shoes...

"What are you looking for?"

Mei Terumi watched him with a calm expression. The man who had just pinned her down on the bed and taken full advantage of her was now jumping around like a monkey whose tail had been stepped on, his face filled with panic and disbelief.

The curve of her lips became more and more pronounced.

This appearance is much more pleasing to the eye than his previous confident and self-satisfied demeanor.

Qianxuan ignored her; his mind was completely absorbed in scanning himself.

No!

There's nothing there!

There were no special chakra marks, no miniature trackers, and not even a trace of scent that didn't belong to him.

He was as clean as if he had just washed his body.

How could this happen?

A fine layer of cold sweat seeped from Qianxuan's forehead.

The most terrifying danger is the one whose source cannot be found.

He preferred to believe that there was something wrong with his skills rather than believe that the fourteen-year-old girl in front of him possessed a tracking ability far beyond his imagination, an ability that was both supernatural and unpredictable.

That meant that from the moment he stepped into Kirigakure, his every move was under her surveillance.

He was like a self-important amateur spy putting on a ridiculous show in front of a professional hunter.

"Stop looking."

Mei Terumi's voice carried a hint of victor's languor.

She slowly stood up, walked to Qianxuan, and gently touched his chest with her slender finger.

"Some things are hidden in your heart; you can't find them with your hands."

Her words were ambiguous and full of mystery.

Qianxuan's body suddenly stiffened.

Hidden in my heart?

What does this mean?

A kind of psychic tracking technique?

Directly lock onto the soul?

Are you kidding me!

Looking into Mei Terumi's smiling eyes, for the first time, a feeling called "fear" welled up from the bottom of his heart.

This woman...

"you……"

Qianxuan's throat felt dry. He wanted to ask her how she did it, but he felt that it would be pointless to ask.

Why would a skilled hunter share his hunting techniques with his prey?

Seeing his deeply affected expression, his worldview on the verge of collapse, Mei Terumi's pent-up frustration finally dissipated completely.

Of course, she wouldn't tell him that she didn't have any mysterious tracking skills at all.

After losing track of him at the tavern, she became increasingly suspicious and went to the village's garrison archives to check the day's unusual reports.

Then, she saw the filing submitted by the Minazuki clan.

"Within the clan's territory, within an hour, seven genin were attacked from behind and knocked unconscious at different locations. None of their belongings were stolen, and they were unharmed, but..."

The report concluded with a strange addition.

"But when they woke up, they all felt refreshed and their long-standing ailments had improved considerably."

When Mei Terumi saw the report, she almost burst out laughing.

In the entire Hidden Mist Village, apart from that guy who just boasted to me in the tavern about his "family heirloom skills," who else could do something so outrageous?

The time, the place, the method—everything matched up.

There's no need for any tracking techniques at all; just a little bit of simple logical reasoning is enough.

But she won't say it.

Let this self-righteous guy continue to live in fear of being "fully monitored" by himself.

This is... the interest he paid for pinning himself to the bed.

"I'm not here today to hold you accountable for knocking out those good-for-nothings."

Mei Terumi withdrew her finger, took a step back, and created a safe distance between them.

"I'm just here to remind you that our deal is still valid."

"As long as you don't do anything out of line, I can pretend I didn't see anything."

"but,"

Her voice turned cold.

"If you dare to set your sights on the bloodline families of our village..."

"Next time, when I touch your chest, it won't be with my finger."

After saying that, she stopped looking at Qian Xuan's fascinating face, turned around, and her figure disappeared silently into the night outside the window like a wisp of smoke.

Silence returned to the room.

Qianxuan stood there alone for a very long time.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at the cheap pajamas he was wearing, and then at the thick, impenetrable fog outside the window.

This village is poisonous.

The people here are even more toxic.

He originally thought that he was here to use the system to his advantage, or to buy supplies.

After all that, it turns out I'm the monkey locked in a cage, being watched by people.

"system!"

In his heart, Qianxuan let out a roar of grief and indignation.

"You come out here! Is my B-rank [Scent Concealment] fake?!"

[...This skill may be detected when facing certain bloodline limits or secret techniques.]

The system's explanation was cold and mechanical.

Qianxuan's face darkened even more.

So, Mei Terumi, that woman, not only possesses two bloodline limits, Lava Release and Boil Release, but also some kind of bloodline limit that I've never heard of before, specifically used for tracking.

Is this even allowed to live in peace?

Qianxuan plopped back down on the bed, feeling utterly exhausted.

He now seriously doubts whether he will be able to return alive from this trip to the Water Kingdom.

Damaging the port?

Farming EP points?

Copying bloodline limit?

forget it.

To cause trouble under the nose of a monster that can monitor you around the clock without any blind spots is not bravery, it's suicide.

Qianxuan lay on the bed, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep all night.

For the first time, he began to waver in his plans.

perhaps……

The wisest choice would be to destroy the port and then run away as quickly as possible.

As for Ice Release and Corpse Bone Pulse...

My life is more important.