Chizhao had a profound experience of Sai's maverick style this time.
She gritted her teeth, and in order not to be left behind, she quickly flipped through the window and followed closely.
As soon as she landed, she saw a Grass Ninja lying on the ground, unconscious, which made Chizhao secretly amazed.
As expected of someone from the Root Organization, he acted decisively, with sharp methods, leaving no room for error.
Meanwhile, the unperturbed Sai was squatting in the middle of the corridor, spreading out his scroll, and furiously drawing something.
"Is he dead?" Chizhao asked tentatively, but Sai did not respond, his brush still moving.
Seeing that he ignored her, she sighed helplessly and turned to check the Grass Ninja's breathing herself.
The warm breath faintly drifted out, and her heart relaxed slightly.
She looked around, opened a room, and after confirming no one was inside, she dragged the unconscious Grass Ninja into the room.
If he were discovered by passing enemies, then none of the four of them would be able to leave this building.
After dealing with all of this, she walked out of the room, only to see that Sai's painting was nearing completion.
He gently waved his hand, and a group of ink mice leaped out of the scroll, scattering in all directions, disappearing into every visible crevice.
In this situation, they should stay in a corner and patiently wait for Sai's ink mice to bring back information about the layout of this building.
Combined with the information Aburame Torune and the others extracted from the Grass Ninja, they would be able to find the location where the scroll was stored.
But the problem was, Sai didn't think that way.
He rushed out recklessly, as if the concept of teamwork didn't exist in his mind.
"Hey! Wait! If you go out like this, you'll be noticed by the enemies!"
"They won't notice me, they'll only notice you, so you'd best not follow."
"You..."
Sai broke free from her grasp, steadied his mask, and stealthily moved in the direction of the ink mice, once again leaving Chizhao behind without looking back.
He ran through the corridor, his agile figure dodging the enemy's line of sight.
In the Root Organization, comrades were often competitors for survival, even sacrificing each other to complete missions.
And he grew up under these rules.
So, comrades, what's the point?
They were simply not needed.
As he ran, his ankle was tightly gripped by an invisible force.
Like being bound by an invisible chain, he was suddenly pulled forward, his body instantly losing balance and falling forward.
Just as he was about to touch the ground, he used his astonishing reflexes to slam his hands onto the ground, his body performing a fluid rotation to cleverly break free from the restraint on his ankle.
He quickly leaped back a few steps, creating distance from the unknown threat, then unfurled the scroll in his hand, his gaze sharp and vigilant as he scanned the empty and silent corridor.
It seemed like someone was here.
Sai pondered to himself, a premonition of unease quietly rising in his heart.
A strong gust of air suddenly struck Sai, and a heavy punch landed squarely on his abdomen, sending him stumbling backward, his scroll flying from his hands and scattering across the floor.
"Which Village's Ninja sent you! What is your purpose in invading the Grass Hidden Village!"
A deep and authoritative voice echoed through the corridor.
Sai endured the pain and looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a burly man with a terrifying scar on his face and a Grass Ninja headband, faintly appearing in his line of sight.
He didn't answer, merely staring coldly at the opponent through the slits of his mask.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, several Kunai shot towards the Grass Ninja like arrows released from a bowstring.
While the opponent was busy parrying, he rolled over, quickly picked up the scroll from the ground, and began to draw with full concentration.
"Ninjutsu: Super Beast Imitation Drawing!"
As his steady and powerful voice fell, a lifelike ink tiger leaped out of the scroll, roaring as it charged towards the burly man, unstoppable.
"A tiger?"
The scarred Grass Ninja's face flashed with surprise at the sight, but he quickly regained his composure and began to form hand signs to prepare his response.
"Ninjutsu: Shadow Concealment!"
As he let out a low growl, the scarred Grass Ninja's figure instantly blurred, merging into the surrounding air, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished without a trace.
The tiger, therefore, missed its target and let out roars of dissatisfaction on the spot.
Did he disappear?
No, he must have hidden himself.
Just as he was deep in thought, a fierce gust of wind suddenly struck.
Sai reacted quickly, drawing the Ninja blade from his back and holding it across his chest, firmly blocking the attack.
As the figure in front of him gradually became clear, he finally saw that what was held against him were two gleaming twin blades.
"I've been suspicious ever since those idiots chased after you, and sure enough, some rats have quietly snuck in."
The Grass Ninja increased the pressure on the Ninja blade, interrogating him with a forceful tone:
"Speak! Who sent you! And what is your purpose?!"
Sai, behind his mask, felt a slight strain; compared to an adult burly man, his current strength was indeed much weaker.
His eyes moved slightly, and the tiger, poised beside him, launched another attack.
To block this attack, the scarred Grass Ninja had no choice but to move his twin blades, striking at the tiger with terrifying force.
Instantly, black ink scattered like raindrops onto the ground, forming mottled black shadows.
The scarred Grass Ninja wiped the ink from his face, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Although I really want to know what your Ninjutsu is, right now I just want to tear you to pieces!"
...
After being mercilessly abandoned by Sai, Chizhao could only search alone for the scroll's hiding place within this massive building.
That hateful Sai, after the mission was complete, she would definitely complain about him to Captain Yamato!
Just as she was feeling indignant, faint whispers of conversation reached her from the end of the corridor.
She looked around, quietly pushed open a window, and like an agile fox, she flipped out, pressing tightly against the outer wall, holding her breath and listening intently to the movements inside.
"My Lord, the front line is in a fierce battle, our casualties are heavy, and medical resources are almost exhausted."
"What about that woman from the Uzumaki Clan? Have her treat the injured."
Uzumaki Clan?
Why would there still be an Uzumaki Clan in the Grass Hidden Village at this time?
"We just received news that the woman has died."
"Hmph! Useless trash! I remember that woman also had a child, let her come."
"Yes."
Before the words finished, a Grass Hidden Ninja rushed in, looking flustered:
"It's bad, My Lord, a Ninja from an unknown Village has invaded here, and is currently fighting with Lord Takada downstairs!"
"What! Quickly gather all available Ninja! We must capture the intruder alive!"
"Yes!"
Chizhao, hiding outside, felt her heart tighten.
Bad news.
Now the entire Grass Ninja force had been alerted.
But they still didn't even know where the scroll was specifically located.
She secretly peeked inside, only to see that the other Grass Ninja had disappeared, leaving only an older-looking elder standing there, his face full of worry.
He carefully took out a scroll from his Pregnant, checked it to ensure it was intact, then tucked it back into his Pregnant, and hurriedly left the scene.
That scroll!
A scroll that could be carried personally by someone called "My Lord" must not be an ordinary scroll.
At this moment, Chizhao's heart rate quickened slightly; she quickly got up, stepped onto the eaves outside the window, and chased after the elder.
Just as their figures were about to align, Chizhao suddenly leaped, instantly grabbing the window ledge, her legs slightly bent, muscles tensed, and then she burst forth with astonishing strength, kicking through the window frame.
Accompanied by the harsh sound of shattering, scattered glass shards reflected specks of light under the cold moonlight.
Her ink-colored hair danced in the air, and the chilling wind swept in, fiercely kicking the elder against the wall.
The sudden attack caught the elder off guard; he let out a muffled groan, and along with the scattered glass, slid down the wall to the ground.
He frantically clutched his right arm and scrambled to his feet, staring in terror at the Ninja with the white fox mask in front of him, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"I didn't even sense your Chakra, I was truly careless!"
His slightly weary eyes were filled with apprehension and anger.
Chizhao, meanwhile, stood steadily in place, her gaze sharp, two piercing beams of light shooting through the slits of her mask.
He raised the short blade in his hand, its tip pointing directly at the elder, his voice cold and firm:
"Hand over the scroll."