Dancer of Konoha

noon the next day

There was a continuous drizzle in the sky, and the raindrops hit everyone, splashing out traces of mist.

The water mist gathered together and slowly slid down everyone's skin.

"tick tock"

The thin raindrops fell into the puddles on the ground, causing ripples.

Looking at the familiar streets in front of her, Yanyan took a deep breath of the cool air and narrowed her eyes in comfort.

"Then, it's up to Tekuno and I to report on the mission."

Baiyun Yeshan, who had recovered from his injuries, looked back at everyone, his eyes softening slightly as if he was relieved.

"Thank you for your hard work on this trip, let's disband first."

"Ah! I'll leave first then, Captain Hayama!"

Suddenly remembering Sasuke who was injured by Uchiha Itachi before leaving, Uzumaki Naruto exclaimed and ran towards Konoha Hospital.

"Brother Tekuno, grandpa, see you later!"

The sound of farewell sounded vaguely behind the rain curtain, but there was only one person missing.

It's not that Uzumaki Naruto forgot to say goodbye to Yan Yan, but he was really afraid of Yan Yan these days.

Even after cleaning, the blood-red monk's robe on Yanyan still exudes a strong smell of blood, like a key to unlocking memory.

The scene of hell fixed in Naruto Uzumaki's mind would always be opened by the key inadvertently, like a nightmare that he could not escape from.

If Kosuke had not found some medicinal herbs in the wild, Uzumaki Naruto, who had vomited all the way, would not have been able to return to Konoha standing.

"Hohoho, then I'll leave it to you."

Seeing this, Kosuke smiled kindly and nodded, his rickety figure waved to everyone before turning around and leaving.

But his steps were much faster than before, as if he was afraid of being overtaken by something.

"Then I'll go back first."

Yanyan, who was holding the Thousand Chance Umbrella, looked at Tekuno with a smile on his lips.

"Remember to go back when you have time. Grandma and Tiantian miss you very much."

"Of course, I have recently studied a super powerful ninjutsu and am planning to teach it to Tiantian!"

Tekuno smiled naively and patted his chest, watching Yan Yan walk into the rain.

Although he was treated badly by Yan Yan, if it weren't for Yan Yan this time, I'm afraid he would never have the chance to come back.

In the drizzle, Yanyan's voice came out faintly.

"As for Uncle Hayama, next time Aunt Keiko kidnaps you, I will try not to watch the fun."

"This brat"

Baiyun Yeshan shook his head in confusion.

"Let's go, Tekuno, nearly a hundred Iwa ninja died, this is no small matter."

In the continuous rain, a flash of scarlet swept across the direction where Kosuke disappeared.

"Old man, you can't run away."

The sky was dark, the raindrops were becoming sparse, and a faint red glow reflected at the bottom of the clouds.

Root training base

In the dark corridor, Kong was walking towards the bathroom of the logistics department with a clean set of monk robes.

Not far from the corner, a red-haired man suddenly appeared, blocking Sora's path with an unknown smile.

"What do you want?"

Kong's pupils shrank, and he took a step back warily, hiding the monk's robe tightly behind his back.

"think"

In a daze, Xianglin, who nodded repeatedly, seemed to have thought of something, and a silly smile appeared in the corners of his hazy eyes.

"Um?!"

"If you don't want to kill Mr. Cough Yanyan, I'll take his clothes over."

Amid Sora's surprised voice, Xiang Lin suddenly came back to his senses and stretched out his right hand righteously.

"Give it to me quickly."

"Do you think I look like a fool?"

Kong's face darkened and he took another step back, trying to find an opportunity to change his path so as to avoid this idiot who was plotting evil against his brother.

He knew clearly that although this slut was not as strong as him, she was still a resourceful guy.

There is no certainty that this slut will not come to block him.

"So there must be help!"

"It doesn't look like anything, be more confident"

Xianglin squinted her eyes and laughed, pressing hard towards Kong step by step.

"You are just like me, a fool in love."

"Love? Not good!"

Sora, who looked nervous, was suddenly startled. He immediately thought that Kurama Yakumo was nearby, and instantly turned around and ran back.

However, just as he turned the corner, a touch of azure sleeves suddenly caught his eye.

"Hey hey hey"

Xianglin ran to the corner with an excited expression, grabbed the monk's robes and clothes in his hands, and quickly left.

"Thank you, Yakumo-sister, Yanyan-sama, I'm here."

In the darkness, when he heard Xiang Rin's footsteps getting further and further away, Kurama Yakumo turned his starry eyes slightly and slowly walked to Sora.

Looking into Kong's dull eyes, a warm and confused voice murmured:

"Don't blame me, Xianglin told me."

As long white fingers touched Kong's chin, Kong's eyes suddenly regained their vitality, but his body became even stiffer.

"She saw with her own eyes how you and Yan Yansang set things up for me in the Forest of Death."

Looking at the lips getting closer and closer to him, Kong's Adam's apple rolled up and down with difficulty, his eyes widened.

"So I'm really curious, what else are you hiding from me?"

The hot breath greeted him, and Sora closed his eyes tremblingly.

"I'm sorry, brother, I tried my best."

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Behind the dimly lit bathroom door, the sound of water running in the shower suddenly stopped, and a long and comfortable sigh sounded.

"Click"

"Long wait, Sora."

After a while, with the sound of the door sliding open, a large amount of steam gushes out like a cloud. In the mist, a vague figure wipes his hair.

“It’s so comfortable to take a shower after a full sleep.”

"Speaking of which, did you and Yakumo encounter any accidents on this mission?"

"No"

A hoarse and dry voice sounded.

"It's okay if you don't. I'm very busy this time."

Looking at the gradually dissipating fog, the figure becomes clearer and clearer.

Xianglin, whose heartbeat accelerated rapidly, licked the corners of her thirsty mouth, and her hands holding the monk's robes trembled with excitement.

The white neck also seems to be smeared with rouge.

"Okay, give me the clothes."

The fog dissipated, and after wiping the moisture from his head and face, Yanyan opened his eyes with a smile.

“Remember to burn the previous one, especially the underwear, don’t let it smell.”

""

His eyes gradually condensed, looking at the red-haired man who had fainted on the ground at some point.

Yanyan expressionlessly picked up the clothes scattered on Xianglin's body.

"It's better to keep it, after all, it's better to clear it than to block it."

"Brother!"

Just when Yanyan, who had put on clothes, was wiping Xianglin's nosebleed, Kong's anxious exclamation suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Damn it, it's still too late"

Seeing Yan Yan raise his head, looking at himself calmly, he didn't look away for a long time.

He lowered his head empty-handedly and muttered:

"I tried my best, brother, but"

"what"

Yanyan looked at the slightly invisible lipstick mark at the corner of Kong's mouth and nodded solemnly.

"I can see it"

"Such behavior is what Yan Yansang calls the wingman theory, right?"

At the dark corner, Kurama Yakumo leaned on the railing and looked at the intimate violence, with a thoughtful smile on his lips.

"The statement in the book is indeed correct. As long as the time is right, the wingman will not be the leader."

Carrying Xianglin, who was still in a coma, back to the conference room, Yanyan made a cup of tea and leaned weakly on the chair.

Scarlet eyes looked at the prominent bookmarks on Xianglin's ninja bag.

"hey-hey"

"hey-hey"

Xiang Lin's inaudible laughter kept ringing in his ears, and the little figure let out a long sigh.

"It seems like a good thing, but I always feel that we brothers have suffered a big loss."

Who says female gangsters are not gangsters?

"Have it?"

Seeing Sora scratching the corner of his mouth shyly, Yanyan rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Well, it looks like I'm the only one who got the short end of the stick."