Early the next morning, the main force broke camp.
Terumi i packed her belongings and headed toward the gathering point for Team 1. As she passed Team 3, her pace slowed for a fraction of a second.
Kitahara Kaede was already standing there, gazing calmly ahead.
She looked away. The conversation from last night was still echoing in her mind. 'I'll find him again once I've figured things out.'
***
Upon returning to the Hidden Mist, Kitahara Kaede followed the column through the main street and submitted his report at the mission desk.
When he returned to his residence and pushed open the door, he found another secret signal. After decoding it, he stepped back out shortly after.
At the mission desk, Kitahara scanned the board and tore off a request. It was a C-rank solo routine patrol of the coastline, a sa-day round trip.
He left the village.
***
By evening, two kiloters west of the coastline, an abandoned lighthouse leaned precariously against a cluster of reefs. Vines climbed the tower's body, and only half of the iron fra remained at the summit.
Kitahara Kaede circled the periter. There were no fresh footprints on the ground. The nearest patrol route was over a kiloter away; the last sentry had passed through half an hour ago, and the next wouldn't arrive for another two hours.
He slipped into the base of the lighthouse and sat in a corner where he could keep an eye on the entrance.
The sky gradually darkened. Sea mist seeped through the cracks of the reefs, and visibility inside the lighthouse slowly vanished.
Kitahara closed his eyes. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
There were no footsteps. There was no chakra fluctuation.
In the next instant, sothing sharp pressed against the center of his back. Pakura's voice ca from behind him, kept very low.
"Your vigilance has slipped."
Kitahara didn't look back. With a sudden splash, his body collapsed, dissolving into a pool of water on the ground.
Pakura raised an eyebrow and looked up.
From the overhead beam, a figure dropped silently, landing steadily three paces away. Kitahara stood there as if nothing had happened.
Pakura watched him, sliding her kunai back into her waistband. "When did you weave the signs?"
"The mont you approached."
He had completed the hand signs and the substitution the instant she closed the gap to three paces, transferring his original body to the overhead beam.
Pakura didn't press further. "Not bad."
Kitahara pulled a sealing scroll from his tool pouch and tossed it over. Pakura caught it with one hand.
"I've noticed a few things recently and organized them," he said.
Pakura weighed the scroll in her hand, not rushing to open it. Her objective for this eting was clear. News had leaked that the Seven Ninja Swordsn had suffered heavy losses at the hands of the Hidden Leaf, but the details didn't align. She held a few fragnts of information and wanted to compare them with his to see if she could piece together a more complete picture.
But how much valuable information could a Genin possibly provide?
She didn't have high expectations. At most, he might fill in a few tistamps or corroborate a couple of existing theories.
She casually untied the scroll and unfurled it by the moonlight filtering through the wall cracks.
The first section was a map of the Mist Village's patrol movents over the past month. It was precise, detailing squad designations, shift change tis, and the margin of route deviations.
Pakura's finger stopped. She had worked in intelligence for a long ti. She could tell at a glance the difference between "notes scribbled by an observant Genin" and "systematic organization by a professionally trained analyst."
This was the latter.
She continued scrolling.
The second section was an analysis of the Third Mizukage's inclinations toward joining the war. It followed a three-tier structure of data, inference, and conclusion. The logical chain was seamless, with every conclusion supported by corresponding facts.
The third section was a combat assessnt and personality profile of the newly ford Genin squads. It detailed each person's specialty, their reactions in actual combat, and their personality flaws. It even included judgnts like, 'This person is timid; high probability of being the first to break during an ambush.'
Pakura read the final line, rolled the scroll back up, and tucked it securely against her body.
She looked up at Kitahara Kaede.
The last ti they t, she had explained away the intelligence he provided by telling herself, 'This child spent a long ti organizing this.'
This ti, that explanation didn't work. The level of completion of this scroll would be considered professional even in the hands of a senior analyst from the Sunagakure Intelligence Departnt.
"You gathered all this information in such a short ti?"
Kitahara didn't answer her directly. "What should I do if I need to contact you proactively next ti?"
Pakura looked at him for two seconds. "I can tell when you leave the village," she said. "Just take a solo mission." She paused. "But don't do it too frequently."
Kitahara nodded.
Just as Pakura was about to give him the next set of instructions, a question slipped out.
"How long have you been undercover in the Mist Village?"
Pakura's mouth remained open, but the words stopped. His tone hadn't changed at all from before.
"Do you have a way out?"
Silence fell over the lighthouse. The sea breeze poured through the wall cracks, fluttering Pakura's bangs. She stood there, arms hanging at her sides, motionless.
This question should not have co from his mouth.
He was the pawn; she was the player. The pawn's job was to stay on the board, receive orders, pass intelligence, and wait for the next signal. Whether the player had a way out was not the pawn's concern.
From the first day she took over this spy network, not a single subordinate had ever asked her such a thing. Because they all knew it was improper to ask. And even if they did, it wouldn't matter.
But he had asked.
Pakura looked down at her shadow on the ground. The moonlight cutting through the wall divided the shadow into several jagged pieces.
She knew the answer better than anyone. When she ca to the Mist Village, Sunagakure had given her an identity, funds, and contact codes. They had given her a complete operational plan: how to enter, how to establish herself, and how to transmit intelligence.
No one had ever told her how to get out.
She had co to terms with this long ago. Once she understood it, she stopped thinking about it. She simply tidied up and kept working, moving from one mission to the next. That was how she had lived.
But having a twelve-year-old child ask her to her face felt different.
Pakura didn't answer. She turned around and walked toward the lighthouse exit. The sea mist surged in, swallowing most of her silhouette.
At the door, she paused.
"Stay safe."
The sa four words as last ti. But this ti, she lingered for a beat before stepping out. Her footsteps faded into the fog, quickly becoming silent.
Kitahara Kaede remained where he was until there was no sound left around him. He looked down.
'She has no way out.'
When the ti ca for Sunagakure to trade her for sothing, she wouldn't even have a place to run.
He turned and began walking back toward the Hidden Mist.
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