Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha lacks motivation.

Chapter 975 I'm just an ordinary bloodline ninja.

"Playing tricks!"

Even though her bare back was covered in goosebumps, Pakura gritted her teeth and stepped out of the crowd. Her beautiful brown eyes were fixed on Uchiha Gin, who exuded a terrifying aura not far away. As the leader, she couldn't show the slightest fear. "Don't be afraid, everyone. He's alone!"

Clang!

As she spoke, she took the lead, drawing a gleaming kunai, bending down to reveal her beautiful back, which shimmered with white light. "Attack!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Pakura transformed into a streak of light and rushed towards the stunned Uchiha Gin. Midway, she rapidly formed hand seals, and several scorching pink fireballs appeared around her—[Scorching Release: Over-Steam Kill]

Seeing this, the more than thirty Sand Ninja Anbu members also assumed attack stances, as if they had rehearsed beforehand. They scattered in groups of several, blocking all of Uchiha Gin's escape routes from all directions. "Whoosh!"

"Whoosh"

"Whoosh!"

Countless hidden weapons rained down, their angles treacherous, aimed directly at Uchiha Gin's vital points. "Have you guys ever had nightmares?"

Enveloped by projectiles raining down from all directions, Uchiha Gin neither dodged nor evaded. He calmly surveyed the surrounding area, his chilling gaze precisely targeting each of the watchful Sand Ninja ANBU. [Genjutsu: Sharingan - Wave-Steel Humiliation Technique]

"what?"

As the tyrannical Yin Release chakra flooded their brains, all the Sand Ninja Anbu felt a sudden darkness before their eyes. When their sight returned, a constantly shaking green mountain of flesh appeared before them. Before they could even drag themselves away, fiery red lips, larger than their heads, wriggled down from the sky. With each breath, a pungent, sulfurous stench, like that of the deepest abyss of hell, assaulted their senses. "Ah!"

At that moment, whether they were fledgling Sand Ninja rookies or seasoned veterans who had fought on the battlefield for years, they all let out screams of terror they had never heard before: "Don't come any closer!"

"Mommy... Mommy..."

"Cuifen, I'm dirty..."

Please, please don't hurt my scales...

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As for Uchiha Gin, who they had targeted, he vanished into thin air. The hidden weapon he had dropped stuck in the sand without making a sound.

"The ninjas here have such poor mental fortitude!"

Uchiha Gin, who flashed out from the void, shook his head with a sigh, his half-closed eyes full of regret. Pakura, the only survivor, suddenly stopped and looked at the Sand Village elite lying haphazardly on the ground behind him with a look of surprise and doubt. What kind of method did this curly-haired guy use?

"Damn it, what did you do to them?"

Without time to think, knowing he couldn't just sit and wait to die, Pakula raised his hand and waved, sending several Scorch Release fireballs flying out. "Scorch Release, huh... let me find them."

Seeing the pink fireball hurtling towards him, Uchiha Gin scratched his head thoughtfully a few times. Then, to Pakura's bewildered gaze, he raised his hands and formed a set of hand seals that looked very familiar to her. "Impossible... how come you also..."

"Scorching Escape - Over-Steaming Kill".

The next second, countless pink Scorching Release fireballs materialized around Uchiha Gin, and with a single finger gesture, the agile fireballs actively met Pakura's Scorching Release fireball. "Boom!"

The moment the two collided, a deafening roar and a wave of scorching heat swept outwards. Pakula, who was at the center of the explosion, hurriedly retreated, fearing that if he was even a step too late, he would be steamed into human flesh by the intense heat.

"A hallucination! Yes! This must be an illusion!"

Pakula landed awkwardly, ducking to avoid the heatwave sweeping over her head. Unable to believe what she was seeing was real, she ignored her scalded and dried-out bun, biting her rosy lips fiercely, trying to break the illusion with the most drastic method. "Tap...tap...tap..."

Before she could savor the rusty taste in her mouth, Uchiha Gin's figure emerged unharmed from the swirling yellow sand, his clothes spotless.

"Is my Scorch Release technique any good?"

With a smile, he looked at the slick-haired girl lying on the ground with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Uchiha Gin raised one hand, and a bright red fireball of the Scorching Release technique appeared out of thin air.

"You too... Impossible, I've never heard of a second Scorching Release ninja in the ninja world."

Feeling the terrifying heat of the Scorching Release fireball in Uchiha's silver palm, Pakura had no choice but to believe it. She quickly got up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and looked solemnly at the mysterious curly-haired man in front of her. "Maybe it's because I'm a low-key person."

With a backhand slap, he extinguished the scorching fireball in his hand, the smile on Gin Uchiha's face remaining. This expression, in Pakura's eyes, only increased his air of mystery even further. "Can I leave now?"

The mission to Konoha was complete, and Uchiha Gin didn't want to harm this time-space counterpart with Yekura's face. After all, he had watched that girl grow up, and he really couldn't bring himself to kill her.

"Don't leave!"

Watching Uchiha Gin turn away with a flourish, Pakula clenched his fists and flashed in front of him, his brown eyes filled with determination. "I will never let my teacher down."

As she spoke, she raised her hand again, and several scorching fireballs condensed at the same time. Miraculously, her feet also began to lift off the ground. "Yo~ I'm floating."

Uchiha Gin raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected that Pakura and Pakura would have such similar personalities, both being so responsible and putting the village's interests before their own lives.

From their brief exchange, Pakura knew perfectly well that his Scorch Release technique was utterly inferior to Uchiha Gin's. "For Sunagakure!"

Even so, she still had no intention of giving up on the mission. She raised her long, slender arms high, and countless fireballs poured out. "Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

After dodging Pakura's barrage of fireballs with a few sidesteps, Uchiha Gin suddenly bent forward, his eyes glowing with an eerie red light, and said, "Goodnight, Makka Pakka."

"Writing...whoosh...whoosh...whoosh~"

Overwhelmed by drowsiness, Pakura collapsed onto the ground before she could even make out the black tomoe in Uchiha Gin's half-closed, dead-fish eyes. A cute snore followed her slightly open mouth. "Sigh, I just can't do anything with you."

One can only imagine how scorching the desert must be under the blazing sun. Uchiha Gin, gazing at Pakura's half-exposed back, couldn't help but feel lust...

Overwhelmed with kindness, and wanting to avoid never seeing such a beautiful back again, he gently pulled up the sleeping Pakula, carefully brushed away the excess sand from her fair back, and then reached into the bag at his waist.

The Sand Ninja Anbu struggling on the scorching sand: Aren't we human?

Uchiha Gin swore that he was just looking for a piece of clothing to use as a sleeping mat and had absolutely no other bad intentions.

But people who do good deeds are often misunderstood.

Sure enough, a black figure flying rapidly through the air spotted someone below frantically groping Pakula.

After confronting the stranger, his overflowing rage transformed into several giant spears formed from black iron sand, unleashing divine punishment with immense force: "You curly-haired beast, release my student!"

"ha?"

Uchiha Gin, who had just pulled a blanket from his bag, looked up in confusion after hearing an uncontrollable roar above him. In his half-closed pupils, several sharp iron sand spears were rapidly enlarging. "Tsk~"

Uchiha Gin wasn't flustered, but he didn't expect that the old man would arrive so soon after he finished dealing with the younger ones. If Sunagakure's support on the battlefield was this fast, Gaara wouldn't have been taken away by the bomb-wielding yellow-haired cow.

With a slight pursing of his lips, Uchiha Gin raised a single finger, which transformed into a golden light and vanished from the spot, along with the sleeping Pakula.

"Bang!"

The giant sand spear followed closely behind, plunging heavily into the yellow sand and stirring up waves of golden sand that filled the sky.

"Hey you, are you planning to have your disciple and me commit suicide together?"

Gin Uchiha, appearing from another direction, placed Pakura on the prepared blanket, then stood up and looked at the iron fan.

The blue-haired, spiky-haired Sand Wing descended slowly. "Who are you?"

The Third Kazekage stared grimly at the elusive Uchiha Gin, his eyes subtly sweeping over the Sunagakure ANBU members lying on the ground screaming in agony. A solemn expression crossed his face. Out of concern for his disciple, he had rushed to the scene immediately after receiving Yashamaru's message. Following the trail left by Pakura and the others, he finally rescued his disciple from Muzan's clutches.

Save them?

You just threw away that big iron spear like that? You really are a good teacher!

"Can you please stop asking questions that you can't get answers to?"

Uchiha Gin shook his head speechlessly. Under these circumstances, how could I possibly tell you my identity?

"Fine, once I catch you, the iron sand will pry your mouth open."

The Third Kazekage never expected Uchiha Gin to have such a soul-searching question. Feeling utterly humiliated, he feigned indifference and waved his hand, but in reality, he was already planning how to torment the curly-haired man in front of him.

"Sorry, I'm allergic to iron."

Uchiha Gin shook his head very seriously and refused, "That's not up to you."

As the Kage of a village, the Third Kazekage had his own style. Knowing that saying more would only lower his status, he immediately activated the Magnet Release chakra within him, spread his wings, and his figure quickly ascended upwards. "Please, I'm in a hurry."

Gin Uchiha glanced at the non-existent watch, sighed helplessly, and kicked off the ground, beginning his retreat. "Don't even think about escaping!"

The Third Kazekage had anticipated this, and with a swift swing of his arms, black iron sand rapidly condensed into a giant blade several meters long. With the flapping of his wings, the black blade slashed towards the retreating Uchiha Gin with unstoppable force.

"Whoosh!"

Uchiha Gin, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. With a nimble duck, he narrowly dodged the Third Kazekage's first slash.

"As expected of the man who defeated Pakula, he's got some skills."

The Third Kazekage was not surprised that his attack missed. If Uchiha Gin really couldn't even handle his slash, then it meant that Pakura and the Sand Village Anbu would have to send him back to school and start over from the Ninja Academy.

"I'm just an ordinary tourist. Are you trying to ruin your reputation, Sunagakure Cultural Tourism?"

Touching his perfectly intact curly hair, Uchiha Gin asked indignantly.

"Culture and tourism? We Sunagakure have everything we need now."

In the past, the Third Kazekage might have had to consider the village's revenue. Now that Rasa has awakened the secret technique of printing money, the village no longer needs to rely on tourism and other businesses to maintain basic operations, so he naturally has more confidence in his words.

"Whoosh!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Third Kazekage swung his sword again. Uchiha Gin didn't want to linger, but the Third Kazekage's nouveau riche attitude made his fists itch for a long time. Narrowing his eyes at the smug Third Kazekage, Uchiha Gin dodged the descending black sand blade with a quick sidestep. "Are you very rich?"

"Hmph! You know perfectly well what I'm asking."

The Third Kazekage was certain that Uchiha Gin knew Rasa's secret, and the gloom on his face deepened. He remembered Yashamaru saying that the witness was a family of three, and there should be two other people besides the curly-haired man in front of him. He had to finish this quickly.

The Third Kazekage twirled his blade, and black sand blades rained down like rain, "Bang!"

"Snap!"

"Snapped!"

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However, the barrage of attacks was easily dodged by Uchiha Gin using his legendary left-right leaps. Watching the curly-haired figure dance under his attacks, the Third Kazekage, slightly out of breath, gradually had his gloom replaced by deep doubt. "Huff...huff...with your strength, you can't possibly be unknown in the ninja world. Who exactly are you?"

He suspected that the Uchiha Gin in front of him was an imposter, and that his true identity was definitely a famous figure in the ninja world.

"I wouldn't know even if you told me."

Uchiha Gin straightened his slightly soiled clothes and calmly shook his head. Just then, the commotion caused by the two shattered the beautiful dream that Uchiha Gin had carefully woven for Pakura. After wiping the glistening drool from the corner of her mouth, the girl with a lecherous grin slowly opened her eyes. In her hazy vision, she saw the Third Kazekage fluttering his wings in mid-air. She immediately woke up from her dream of a handsome man. "Ugh... a handsome... teacher with eight-pack abs!?"

"Pakula, are you alright?"

Hearing his disciple's powerful shout, the Third Kazekage felt relieved. "I'm alright, Master. That man is also a bloodline ninja!"

Pakula glanced at the unfamiliar blanket beneath him with a puzzled look, quickly organized his thoughts, and reported his discovery to his teacher.

"You're also a bloodline ninja?"

Turning to look at the sullen, curly-haired man on the ground who showed absolutely no air of a strongman, the Third Kazekage unconsciously conjured a large "?" with iron sand behind his back. "Yes, teacher, he is too..."

"That's right, I'm just an ordinary bloodline ninja, skilled in a little bit of simple Magnet Release."

Just as Pakura was about to warn his teacher to be careful of the opponent's superb Scorching Release and strange eye techniques, Uchiha Gin raised his hand first and revealed his identity. Pakura: Huh?

"You know about magnetism evasion too?"

The Third Kazekage looked at Uchiha Gin, who had raised his hand in a skeptical gaze. Behind him, the three large characters "You're lying" were slowly forming in iron sand. "No, you should at least have a... uhhhhh!"

Coming to her senses, Pakura, her face flushed and eyes filled with resentment, shouted at the lying Uchiha Gin, "Sizzle!"

Before she could finish speaking, black wings suddenly sprouted from Uchiha Gin's back, silencing her and forcing her to swallow the rest of her words. "Y-you...you...how come your wings..."

The Third Kazekage, suspended in mid-air, stared blankly at the pair of black, mechanically-looking Gundam-like wings behind Uchiha Gin. Comparing them to his own simple Iron Sand Wings, he even stammered, "Bro, your wings aren't as nice as mine~"

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