In Naruto With The Power Of One Piece. Chapter 18
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Yama wanted to leave her alone for a bit so she could arrange her thoughts so he left the room. He had also extracted most of the poison from her body and she would be able to move soon.
He went outside with Friday. The ship was sailing towards Kumo, all the crew on the ship looked scared they were nervous because they weren't sure whether they would live or not. They were peaking over at Yama from time to time.
They were obviously confused, a monstrous-looking thing and a girl entered the room and a young kid and a dog left the room. They wanted to ask the kid a few questions but they were afraid that they would offend the kid and the kid would call the monster to kill them.
Yama called another random guy over.
"Hey, you, yes you. Go and prepare some food for three people. If the food isn't good I am going to tie your limbs and throw you in the sea." Yama had an authoritative tone which made people listen to his orders.
"Yes, sir." Was the only thing that came out of the guy's mouth.
Yama walked over to the deck with Friday and started looking at the sea.
"This reminds me of one piece, the time I used to wait each week for the release of a new episode. This reminds me of home. I miss it sometimes, the peaceful world where my biggest worry isn't survival but whether I would get good grades or not or whether my crush likes me back it not.
"I wonder what my parents are doing, how they coped with my disappearance, I miss them too. Sigh, the good old days."
Friday didn't understand what Yama was saying but he could tell that Yama was sad. So he snuggled closer to him and rubbed himself on him.
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Yama looked at Friday trying to cheer him up and a smile formed on his face.
"This world is not too bad either, after all, I have a cute little friend like you. I also have Luna, I can tell she loves me a lot, after all, what mother doesn't, but I sometimes feel bad for her, she loves me very much but I just can't truly accept her as my mother."
The guy from before came over to Yama. "Sir… the food is ready."
"Follow me and bring the food to the room."
The guy followed Yama while carrying the food into the room.
Yama knocked on the door because he didn't want to intrude on her privacy.
"Come in."
Yama entered the room with Friday. The guy followed the two of them into the room and left after giving them food.
"Can you move now?"
"I am little sore but I am ok."
"So, what are your plans going forward?" Yama asked.
"Do you really intend to let me go free?"
"I already told you, you are free to do whatever you like." Yama said while eating.
Pakura bowed down a little. "If that is true I am really grateful for your help."
She paused for a bit. "One favor, I will give you one favor, you can request for anything you want and I will agree even if that risks my life"
"Sure, I don't mind a beautiful kunoichi indebted to me, but you still didn't answer my question what are you going to do next?"
She thought for a bit. "Revenge, I am going to take my revenge on the mist village as for suna, I will cut all my ties with them but if they antagonize me again, I won't let them off easy."
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"I don't think you should go after Kiri, they are already down bad, and the situation inside Kiri is going to be dangerous."
"What do you mean down bad and dangerous situation?"
"I can't tell you about the dangerous situation but if you involve yourself with Kiri in the near future, you are going to die and you can trust me on this one" Yama didn't want to tell her about Madara yet because he didn't want any piece of Madara, that guy was a monster who he wanted to steer clear of.
"As for the down bad thing I meant this." Yama brought out the sealing scroll and took out all seven heads of the seven ninja swordsmen."
Pakura was completely stunned. "This… this when did you kill them."
"Few hours before I saved you."
Pakura couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew Zoro was a monster but so were the seven ninja swordsmen of the mist. She could understand if he killed one of them or even if he killed two of them. But killing all seven of them was not something even Kage could do.
She was also hailed as the genius of suna or the hero of sunagakure but compared to this young kid in front of her she felt weak.
"Did you kill them alone?"
"No, I only killed 4, 3 of them were killed by my friends from Konoha."
This made her feel a little bit better but still killing four of them alone was not a feat many shinobi could do herself included. She maybe could fight 2 of them at the same time but kill four of them… this made her both respect and fear 'Zoro' a bit.
"What kind of relationship do you have with Konoha?"
"You are asking way too many questions, eat your food is getting cold."
She realized that she was intruding way too much in his personal life so she became a bit flustered.
"I am sorry if I was a bit intrusive."
"It's fine, I don't mind too much. I hope you take my advice of not going after Kiri cause I don't want you to die before I can claim my favor." Yama said as he finished eating and left the room.
Pakura looked at the eating Friday, smiled, and patted his head. Friday was good at sensing things and he could tell that Pakura had no ill intent towards him or Yama so he didn't mind getting pet by her.
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