"Heh. What a silver tongue."
Tsunade looked faintly disgusted. To think the upstanding-looking Uchiha Mai had a fetish like that. Inwardly, though, she was delighted.
Beauty was beauty, wherever it lay, right? If her legs alone could keep Konoha's most handsome young man from looking away, that proved her beauty had no flaws.
Uchiha Mai felt wronged, too. He had neither a leg fetish nor a foot fetish. He was simply a pervert.
Did anyone think he didn't want to compliment Tsunade's truly outstanding assets? He wanted to very much. It wasn't unwillingness, but inability. There was no helping it—the censors were watching. A print author like Jiraiya could say certain things that Uchiha Mai couldn't.
After a little more flirtatious banter, the day passed.
The next day, households throughout Konoha put up lanterns and decorations to celebrate the New Year. Even the smoke of war seemed to have cleared away as everyone greeted one another with smiles, ready to welcome a new year.
Around noon, Uchiha Mai, Tsunade, and the others arrived at Hokage Rock Plaza to set up the stage and make the final preparations for the festival.
On this day in previous years, Master Minato would always use the Flying Thunder God Technique to return to Konoha, oversee the festival preparations, and double as its host and emcee.
This year was different. The fighting at the front was so intense that Master Minato couldn't spare even a few hours today.
And so the task of hosting the Konoha Ninja Village Spring Festival Gala fell to Uchiha Mai.
Uchiha Mai was now the gala's chief director, host, and program planner rolled into one. He had a great deal of responsibility.
By evening, as the moon rose above the willow branches, the ninjas and villagers remaining in Konoha took