"Sister Sakura, save me!"
Those words made the sharp-looking black-haired girl follow Konohamaru's gaze.
A pink-haired girl appeared at the corner not far away.
With a cherry-pink ponytail, clear emerald-green eyes, a Konoha Headband hanging around her neck, and a neat black-and-white outfit, she looked capable and dashing.
Tch, so what if she was pretty...
"Hehe, you Tomboy, you're dead!"
"Sister Sakura is super strong! She'll definitely beat you into a pig's head!"
Konohamaru grinned provocatively at Kurotsuchi, who was gripping him by the collar.
"Huh?"
"You little brat, don't get cocky!"
"You don't think having backup means you can rest easy now, do you?"
Kurotsuchi snapped Konohamaru on the forehead in annoyance.
"Hey, you over there. Who are you to this brat?"
Kurotsuchi tossed Konohamaru toward Moegi and Udon, then looked at Sakura with a provocative expression.
Sakura stared speechlessly at Konohamaru, who immediately dragged his two companions behind her after being thrown aside by Kurotsuchi.
"He's my teacher's grandson."
Sakura pressed down Konohamaru, who was still trying to provoke Kurotsuchi.
She knew this brat Konohamaru all too well.
At his age, he was absolutely the stereotypical third-generation official—a spoiled, arrogant young master everyone imagined.
At the drop of a hat, it was always, "My grandpa is the Hokage," or "Do you know who I am?"...
"Oh? Then you're the current Hokage's disciple?"
A hint of provocation flashed in Kurotsuchi's eyes as she looked at Sakura.
She still remembered Konohamaru saying, "My grandpa is the Hokage."
Sakura did not deny it. Instead, she looked at her and said, "So what?"
"What do you want?"
Family matters were for the family to settle, but if an outsider wanted to discipline one of their juniors, that was another matter entirely.
Sakura understood that distinction clearly. Besides, Konohamaru was Old Man's grandson.