OBS Chapter 755 says
Chapter 755 says
A glint of light flashed in Zhang Hai's eyes, and he abruptly asked, "What if someone's body could withstand it?"
Mabui paused abruptly at this point. A cold sweat instantly broke out on her back as she realized she was a ninja from an enemy village and shouldn't have said so much to Zhang Hai. She didn't know when, but she had somehow let down her guard against Zhang Hai, as if he were an old friend.
Although Mabui didn't finish speaking, Zhang Hai had already guessed that the only person who could withstand the impact of the Heavenly Delivery Technique was the Third Raikage! He was shocked, believing that the potential of this technique far exceeded his expectations, and it could even be used in combat. At least he himself wasn't confident that he could withstand the damage caused by the Heavenly Delivery Technique.
Coming to her senses, Mabui lowered her head slightly, her tone becoming somewhat stiff: "Baiyun, we've talked enough. Now that we've finished understanding the matters of the Craftsman's Kingdom, I should return to the village to report." She tried to end this awkward conversation with this.
Zhang Hai, however, didn't seem to care. He took two steps forward and casually reached out to lift her chin. Their eyes met, and Zhang Hai's eyes held a hint of amusement as a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "You finally met a friend you can chat with, why are you in such a hurry to go back? If you want to deliver intelligence, why not just use the Heavenly Delivery Technique?" He deliberately used her own ninjutsu to tease her.
Mabuyi never expected Zhang Hai to flirt with her so frivolously. Her eyes widened, and her face instantly flushed red. After Zhang Hai finished speaking, she realized what had happened, took two steps back abruptly, and scolded, "Baiyun! You've gone too far!" Her voice carried a hint of embarrassment and anger, but also a barely perceptible trace of panic.
As dusk settled, the sunset painted Konoha Village in a golden-red hue. The air carried the mingled scents of earth and cooking smoke—the tranquility and warmth of ordinary homes. Yet, beneath this serenity, a silent struggle was unfolding.
Mabui had originally intended to leave, but Zhang Hai's casual question, "Don't you want me to return to Kumogakure?" acted like an invisible chain, instantly binding her in place. Her slender figure froze, her eyes sharp as knives, piercing Zhang Hai's ambiguous smile.
"You're leaving Konoha?" she asked rhetorically, her voice devoid of any emotion, as if she were examining an absurd joke.
Zhang Hai's lips curled into an enigmatic smile, his gaze deep and distant, as if looking into the distance through the burlap sack. "Why not?" he replied casually, his tone possessing an innate allure. "As long as there is something in Hidden Cloud Village that can attract me, I will naturally return."
Mabui scoffed, clearly unconvinced. She had witnessed too much treachery and intrigue between ninja villages and knew all too well the complexity and fickleness of human nature. How could someone who could so easily betray their homeland so easily serve another village? That was undoubtedly wishful thinking.
Zhang Hai seemed to read her mind. He took a step forward, instantly closing the distance between them. His eyes were so tender they could almost drown a person, but Mabuyi could sense the danger lurking beneath that gentleness. "That's because you don't know me well enough." His voice was deep and magnetic, each word carrying a unique rhythm that easily stirred the deepest desire for exploration within her. "How about staying a couple more days? Let's have a deeper conversation, and you'll trust me."
His words carried an undeniable confidence, yet also a hint of subtle ambiguity. Mabui's heartstrings were gently plucked, and her mind quickly weighed the pros and cons. Zhang Hai's strength was beyond question; he could easily infiltrate Kumogakure and establish himself safely in Konoha—an ability that alone was enough to tempt any ninja village. Moreover, his understanding of Konoha was simply outrageous; he seemed to possess all sorts of classified information, even secrets unknown to some high-ranking officials. If such a person could be brought to Kumogakure, it would undoubtedly be a tremendous asset that the Raikage had longed for.
Her gaze swept across Zhang Hai's face, finally settling on his unfathomable pupils. Temptation and risk coexisted, but she was never one to hesitate. Two days, just two days. She was confident that in these two days, she could extract as much valuable information as possible from him, and even if he ultimately refused to join, the gains would be enough to compensate for her efforts.
“Fine, I’ll stay,” Mabuyi said in a deep voice, as calm as if she were speaking at a negotiating table. “But remember this: if you dare to be 'hands-off' again, don’t blame me for being impolite!” Her tone carried a chilling killing intent, enough to make anyone who underestimated her pay a heavy price.
Zhang Hai paused for a moment, then resumed his charming smile. He extended his hand in an inviting gesture, like a true gentleman. "Of course, I assure you. Miss Mabuyi, please follow me; the best room in the village is ready for you."
“No need,” Mabui refused decisively; she didn’t believe this man would be so docile. She warily looked around and pointed to a relatively isolated house. “I will choose my own room, and I will set up a protective barrier. You are not allowed to approach before I give permission.”
Zhang Hai shrugged, his face showing helplessness, but a barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes. He nodded in agreement: "As you wish, Miss Mabuyi."
Seeing that Zhang Hai agreed, Mabui breathed a slight sigh of relief. She didn't look at Zhang Hai again, turning and walking towards the direction Killer Bee might be. She knew that before leaving Konoha, she had to make sure Killer Bee was safely on his way back to the village.
Watching Mabuyi's figure disappear around the street corner, Zhang Hai's smile slowly faded, replaced by a cold and indifferent expression. He raised his hand, and a small, exquisite bird-shaped puppet appeared in his palm. The puppet was entirely black, with an ancient design, but at the base of its wings was a striking scorpion mark. This was the exclusive mark of the previous Crimson Sand Scorpion, hinting at the puppet's extraordinary origins.
With a flick of his finger, Zhang Hai channeled a surge of pure chakra into the puppet. The next moment, a faint red light shone in the bird's eyes, its wings fluttering and emitting an almost inaudible buzz. Like a falling black feather, it silently flew from Zhang Hai's hand, weaving through towering buildings and crisscrossing streets. It flew extremely low, skimming the eaves and treetops, skillfully avoiding any possible senses or surveillance. Finally, the little bird puppet rose silently into the night sky, becoming a black dot, and sped away into the distance unnoticed. Its destination, and the secret it carried, were known only to Zhang Hai at this moment.