"Hmm? Chiba? Where is this...?"
As the snot bubble burst, Might Guy slowly opened his bleary eyes. The scenery before him gradually came into focus, and seeing Chiba beside him slowly sit up, he asked blankly.
Those thick brows and big eyes... really didn't reveal the slightest trace.
At this moment, seeing Might Guy's bewildered, utterly convincing expression, Chiba couldn't help but curl his lip inwardly.
Might Guy truly looked as though he had just awakened from a dream, as if he really had drunk himself senseless yesterday. He even looked a little hungover.
Chiba had to admit that this acting was beyond him.
Uh...
It seemed that he really had drunk alcohol yesterday, so perhaps it wasn't entirely acting.
After admitting defeat, Chiba seemed to recall something else, and felt slightly better.
In a sense, Chiba had not completely let go of his resentment at being schemed against.
"My house. You got drunk yesterday."
Still, despite the many thoughts in his mind, Chiba answered quite cooperatively.
"Is that so... Sorry!"
Might Guy did not show much awkwardness at that. Nor did he seem particularly apologetic about causing trouble by sleeping at Chiba's house. He merely said it naturally.
This guy...
Sometimes, Chiba truly couldn't tell whether he was doing it deliberately or not.
Seeing how natural Might Guy looked, Chiba found himself unable to determine whether Might Guy had schemed against him by deliberately staying here to secure the remaining half day for teaching his disciples.
Might Guy's expression was simply too natural. With Chiba's skill at observing microexpressions, he could not detect even a trace of premeditation. Instead, he could see the dazed look unique to someone waking up drunk.
It couldn't have looked any more genuine.
Even if he activated the Sharingan, he probably would not find