Kumogakure—eighteen hours had passed since the attack by an unknown assailant, and dusk had fallen.
A, the newly appointed Third Raikage, had been raging in his office for twelve hours already.
Since morning, all sorts of rough roars had continuously rung out from the Raikage's Office, which looked more like a gym.
There had been 148 curses involving the ambusher's mother, and 3,200 involving the women of his ancestors. No, make that 3,201 now.
Inside the Raikage's Office, a fair, slender hand held a pen and recorded the number "3,201."
The hand's owner sat before a small desk, idly spinning her pen with long, nimble fingers while propping her cheek up with her other hand, leaning lazily against the desk.
She was a woman, a rare sight in Kumogakure—a beautiful woman with fair skin.
She had a pair of captivatingly large eyes, her long lashes curling slightly upward with a hint of mischief.
What drew the most attention were the two adorable white rabbits resting neatly atop the desk, impossible to look away from.
It was obvious that those two white rabbits placed quite a burden on her shoulders.
As the sky beyond the floor-to-ceiling window gradually darkened, the woman in a tight short skirt and exquisite vest lazily rose to her feet.
"Uncle, you've been losing your temper for eleven hours and forty-nine minutes already! I get off work in another eleven minutes~"
The Third Raikage A, huge and powerfully built, swallowed the national curse that had reached his lips. He glanced speechlessly at his little niece, sighed, and asked,
"Yawai, has anyone reported the attacker's identity?"
At that, Yawai lightly kneaded her shoulders and shook her head regretfully.
"No. We only found 199 specially made bricks. According to the Intelligence Department's analysis, these bricks should contain the formula