After saying goodbye to Rinto, Yawai busied herself all day with a heavy heart.
As evening gradually fell and it was time to get off work, Yawai left the office right on schedule and returned home.
Her home was located in an upscale residential district atop a magnificent mountain.
Even within this high-end residential area, her home could be considered spacious and grand.
After bathing, with her wet golden hair draped over her shoulders, Yawai wore a loose bathrobe and rubbed her aching shoulders as she slowly walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.
It was her habit.
Whenever something weighed on her mind, she would stand before this entire wall of glass, gaze at the brightly lit village below, and think in silence.
Earlier that day, she had tested Raimui.
The result had been less than ideal.
Yawai's feminine intuition, her sixth sense, told her that Raimui was Rinto—the brat from Amegakure, the mastermind behind the recent attack on the village, or one of the mastermind's accomplices.
But the rational mindset she had developed through years of clerical work told her: Raimui was Raimui. She had no evidence whatsoever to prove that he was not Raimui.
His appearance, behavioral logic, way of handling affairs—everything about him matched the village's style perfectly.
The so-called evidence she had gathered could not even convince her own rational mind.
If Raimui had been Rinto in disguise, and if she were not from Kumogakure, she would definitely have been astonished by how flawlessly he had infiltrated the village.
After all, she had once worked as a Dark Child herself. Because of that, she understood all too well how difficult this job was.
Infiltrating a village was easy, but surviving long-term in one with an already well-established network of relationships was exponentially