What Is Right; Handling Otsutsuki Momoshiki's Corpse

Morning light streamed into the room through the gap in the curtains.

Samui slowly opened her eyes, her consciousness surfacing from deep sleep.

The first thing she felt was the solid, warm body heat beside her.

Then there was the arm wrapped around her waist.

Memories of last night surged back like a tide.

The tender moment atop the watchtower, their embrace beneath the moonlight, and then Chiyo taking her back to the room for an even deeper sharing of hearts...

Samui's face instantly flushed scarlet.

She, Samui of Kumogakure, a calm and capable Cloud Jonin renowned for her rationality, had actually done something so impulsive.

Even more incredible was that, lying in Chiyo's arms now, she did not feel the slightest regret. There was only overflowing peace of mind and... happiness.

"Awake?"

A low voice came from above her head, carrying the distinctive huskiness of someone who had just woken up.

Samui stiffened, instinctively wanting to turn over and get up, but the arm around her waist gently held her down.

"Stay a little longer."

Chiyo's voice was tinged with laughter.

"It's still early."

"Lord Chiyo..."

Samui's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Just call me Chiyo."

Chiyo turned onto his side and looked at her face-to-face.

"That wasn't what you called me last night."

Samui's face grew even redder, and she nearly buried her head beneath the blanket.

Last night, that was all she knew how to call out.

Chiyo chuckled softly and reached out to stroke her cheek.

"Feeling shy? That doesn't seem like the Captain Samui I know."

"I..."

Samui took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

"I just... need time to adjust."

Chiyo gently kissed her forehead.

"There's no need to rush. We have plenty of time."

The two quietly