Your Luck Is Bad, but Your Legs Are Nice

"Your comment is quite something, letting loose before you die?" Naruto wasn't surprised; this was the same silly woman he knew. "But the problem is, you won't die."

"I don't believe you," Anko said, frowning.

Okay, this involves a trust issue; without Orochimaru's cooperation, Anko can't be resurrected. He immediately shrugged, indicating his compromise.

"How can I cooperate with you?"

Upon hearing this, Anko was taken aback. Although she had watched countless films, she actually had little experience, and key steps were either omitted or the films were completely obscured by censorship.

Moreover, she thought Naruto would refuse, but she didn't expect him to agree so easily.

"I... I don't know what to do first," Anko suddenly said, fidgeting.

"If you don't know, then forget it." Naruto just thought there was something wrong with her. He didn't care that he was being taken advantage of, but she was acting all coy. "Let's talk about it after you've thought it through."

"Wait!" Anko called out to him.

"Um?"

"Turn off the lights."

"What are you looking at with the lights off?" He found it somewhat amusing and said to her, "You've got so little guts, you shouldn't do this kind of thing."

"What did you say?" Anko grabbed his collar in the cramped tent. The two sat halfway up, their tones sharp, neither willing to back down.

The dim light overhead would burn them if they stood up. The night was still, and only the heavy pounding of their hearts could be heard in the tent.

"You want it, don't you?" he asked casually.

Anko felt a chill run down her spine, her heart felt as if it had been scalded by hot water, and the hand gripping his collar instantly lost its strength. She took a quick breath, her mind blank.

Beneath the trench coat, a delicate white shimmered, so fine it seemed to block the wind blowing across the hills. She wondered what kind of training that guy had undergone; his hands were so nimble, unlike a boy's.

Like unraveling a cocoon, his hands moved meticulously over every corner of her body. His warm hands were even hotter than the scorching spring sun.

Anko felt her heart pounding in her chest, and her whole body felt hot. She had never realized before how skilled this person was.

Naruto Uzumaki, you deserve to die! How many girls have you ruined? I should have never...

Years ago, when she was adrift at sea, she never imagined this day would come. Yet she had to admit that Naruto possessed a strange allure, a purity so pure it was almost addictive.

A complex mix of emotions surged through Anko's mind, making it hard for her to breathe. She tilted her head back and saw him gently kissing her, her toes curling in pain.

Anko was slender, and when he kissed her neck, her body couldn't take it anymore. If this continued, it might be embarrassing, so she surrendered.

"I was wrong," she said. "Never mind, you're ruthless, I can't do that."

"Why didn't you say so earlier? What were you doing all this time?" He looked up at Anko with a cool and indifferent expression. "Isn't it a bit late to say these things now, hmm?"

As he spoke, he nuzzled her neck, and his hot breath on it instantly made her lose her composure.

"I was just kidding, haha." Anko reached out to try and pull Naruto off her, but found she couldn't, and immediately panicked.

"Stop messing around." She tried to get up, seemingly genuinely not wanting to continue, and adopted the imposing demeanor of a senior.

"Who's making a scene?" Naruto roughly shoved Anko back into place and yanked open his trench coat. "You can have it or not."

"Do you think relationships are like dough? You can mold them however you want, changing sections when you're happy and pinching them off when you're not. You can knead them if you want and roll them back to their original shape if you don't?"

"I didn't," Anko tried to explain.

"You stupid woman, once a relationship starts, there's no going back. Either we never see each other again, or..." Naruto looked at her slightly dilated pupils.

Without saying a word, he kissed her directly, seeking her lips. His touch was cool and gentle, like a spring breeze and fine rain, softly and gently caressing her.

The light was dim, and their shadows overlapped. Anko's toes, painted with red nail polish, twitched and twitched, her heart rising and falling like waves.

After a long, wet kiss, Anko felt a bit dizzy from lack of oxygen. She had never been kissed before, and she had never imagined that kissing could be more intense than anything she knew.

My mind was a little hazy, and I stared blankly at the tent, entering a brief Sage Mode.

"No, I really was wrong." Anko hugged his neck and asked pleadingly, "Can you let me go? Next time, next time, okay?"

She truly regretted it. A moment of folly was one thing, a friendship ruined another—there was no turning back. But if he discovered how vulnerable she was now...

Anko would rather die; she'll probably never be able to hold her head up again. She's destined to be ridiculed for being too weak, a foolish woman of such low character.

Anyway, not now.

"What did I do wrong?" He propped himself up with his hands, neither refusing nor agreeing.

Orochimaru's revival will likely begin tomorrow, and Anko needs to be appeased, otherwise all our efforts will be in vain. There won't be any real danger; at least Orochimaru won't actually harm Anko.

He might betray his disciples, but he wouldn't go so far as to kill Anko. Besides, he wasn't just standing by and watching; Orochimaru wouldn't have had the chance.

This whole thing is quite a hassle; they had to drag Anko into it all just to extend Black Sakura's life. Whether there will be a definite outcome is another matter, and reviving Orochimaru is another huge undertaking.

Based on the principle of making the best use of resources, he had no reason to revive Orochimaru just to ask a few questions. Getting Orochimaru to change his mind would be another troublesome matter.

But when trouble comes, there's no reason to just stand by and watch. I tried to avoid it before, but failed; now there's no reason to hide anymore. Each matter should be addressed rationally.

As for Anko, that foolish woman is indeed easy to fool, and he doesn't care about changing the relationship. Everything he said earlier was just to scare her; the idea that there's no turning back and they'll never see each other again was a lie.

However, Anko isn't entirely without merit; at least her feet are beautiful, and her figure is decent in all aspects. The key is to keep her from gaining weight; after the Cursed Seal is removed, she needs to break her sweet tooth habit.

"I was wrong about everything, whatever you say goes." Anko followed the lead and immediately backed down, "Anyway, we're already in this kind of relationship, let's call it a day, and maybe next time."

"Hiss, this won't do. Listen to what you're saying, are you even speaking human language?" Naruto actually wanted to stop there for now, so as not to delay tomorrow's important business.

If they became intimate too soon, he might not be able to bring himself to be ruthless towards this foolish woman, and she could easily control him on the way back. But he couldn't agree immediately; he had to play hard to get for a while.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Anko gritted her teeth and decided to go all out.

She would rather die than let him discover those traces. If they were exposed, she would lose all face. She would never be able to hold her head high again, and might be ridiculed for the rest of her life.

In order to be able to hold her head high in the future, she decided to endure it for now and review the situation after the mission was over. She had to come up with a solution; there should be some methods in the book.

"You think we have to give something in return, like..." He was about to suggest trying on black stockings next time when Anko pounced on him.

He stared at Anko, her face contorted with embarrassment and humiliation, her cheeks flushed crimson. He was momentarily stunned. What was this foolish woman up to now?

Two seconds later, Naruto's pupils dilated slightly.

Holy crap?

The next day.

Naruto woke up in the tent and looked at Anko, who was sleeping soundly beside him, fully clothed. His expression changed slightly. This woman really couldn't be judged by ordinary standards.

He sniffed and quietly got up to wash up.

A second after he left the tent, Anko, who had been pretending to be asleep, immediately opened her eyes. She sighed softly, then hissed and touched her chin, gasping for breath.

She rolled over, burying her face in the sleeping bag. A heavy feeling settled over her; it felt like she'd made countless foolish decisions from the very beginning, each one ending badly.

It's over, we're going to fall.

After washing up, he didn't return to the tent. He watched as Anko slowly emerged, then lowered his head and ran to the river to wash. Naruto sat on the grass on a nearby hill, waiting silently.

Things were going strangely; the foolish woman's every move went beyond his expectations. Indeed, no prediction was the best prediction; he was doomed.

After washing up slowly, Anko and the other person didn't say a word and continued on their way.

Afternoon.

The two finally stopped in a secluded plain. Anko knew that they were about to get down to business, and her heart tightened as she looked at Naruto.

Naruto, on the other hand, had little expression, looking rather languid. He was flipping through a scroll, seemingly looking at it over and over, but it was unclear what was so interesting about it.

Anko remembered that he was looking at this scroll last night, even while talking to her. He only paused a few times, and even continued looking at it afterward.

"What's in that scroll?" Anko asked, hands on her hips.

He didn't want to answer at first, but hesitated for a moment before changing his answer.

"Ninjutsu".

"Hmm? When did you become so studious?" Anko, somewhat puzzled. This person was incredibly lazy and would never learn any Ninjutsu unless absolutely necessary.

"It's useful." Naruto said sparingly.

"Cut."

A moment later, seeing Naruto still sitting there looking at the scroll, she suddenly felt a little nervous. She thought to herself, "Shouldn't we be getting down to business now, like resurrecting Orochimaru?"

But now, it feels like surgery is imminent, and the attending physician is flipping through a thick book of documents. I'm still a little uneasy, but I don't know how to ask.

After simmering for almost ten minutes, the Anko finally couldn't resist anymore.

Are you confident?

"No, I'm thinking about how much money I can spend on a proper burial for you." Naruto didn't even look up, and his words were mostly empty rhetoric, a perfunctory attempt to appease Anko out of humanitarian concern.

"Then I'll lose a fortune. Being a ninja is really not a good career path," Anko sighed. "Someone like me is stuck in the middle, not good enough for anything, and has a bad life too."

"Really?" Naruto glanced at her. "You're unlucky, but you have great legs."

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