"Awake?"
Hyuga Sho stood there.
Gazing at Amano.
Amano struggled for a moment, but found she could not break free.
She looked around.
She immediately understood her situation.
"Who are you?!"
That crystal-clear face gazed at Hyuga Sho.
Her long brown hair was glossy and soft, clearly carefully trimmed and maintained.
Her bright, sexy outfit, when examined closely, was made of above-average fabric.
The Ninja Tool Pouch and other accessories added just the right finishing touches.
It was not the least bit off-putting.
Every part of her skin was fair and lustrous.
Her figure was slender, but that had nothing to do with weakness.
Beneath her thin skin, one could faintly see the body she had painstakingly trained as a ninja.
"Not bad..."
Hyuga Sho commented.
There was not the slightest trace of lust in this assessment.
That was because Hyuga Sho was not interested in women. Of course, he was not interested in men either.
Hyuga Sho only liked sparring.
Being able to view things without subjective emotions could probably be considered one of Hyuga Sho's virtues.
At a time when the Land of Wind lacked places to hide.
Hyuga Sho could only leave Haku somewhere else.
So...
Capturing someone locally and having Amano take Haku's place was one suitable option.
And in fact.
Amano's fresh, lotus-like beauty was like a wild lily in a mountain stream, possessing a unique charm.
"Who are you?!"
Amano spoke to Hyuga Sho.
At the same time, she quickly assessed her current situation.
Normally.
Unless they were a genius or someone with cheats.
Ninjas needed both hands to form seals.
Especially Genin.
In this situation, with all four limbs restrained, even though Amano possessed a ninja's memories, she obviously could not break free.
"Who I am isn't important."
Hyuga Sho said indifferently.
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