The Morning Sun at Eight or Nine

Uchiha Mai draped an arm over Asuma's shoulder, took the cigarette pinched between his fingers, and tossed it to the ground before crushing it underfoot.

Then she tugged at Asuma's green hair and smiled. "Not bad. You've even learned to smoke. What a socialite."

"I don't inhale. I just smoke for fun."

Asuma glanced at Uchiha Mai's arm and recalled the terror of being dominated by all kinds of grappling techniques back at the Ninja Academy.

"What's with the green hair?" Uchiha Mai asked again.

"The night I resolved to become a rogue superstar and surpass the Naruto in realm, my hair turned green overnight.

Maybe it was fate."

Asuma was clearly not telling the truth.

"Didn't it turn white?" Uchiha Shangfeng cut in from behind them.

Stories about turning into a demon for love and going white-haired overnight were common in Ninja World novels. Green-haired overnight was something he had heard for the first time.

"It was white before. I dyed it green." Asuma stopped putting on airs and answered honestly.

Uchiha Mai looked at Asuma's hair color a few more times and asked, "Does it fade?"

"No. I dyed it while on a mission the day before yesterday. I didn't dare go home and let my father find out. I washed it with shampoo several times, and it didn't fade."

Asuma shook his head repeatedly. Who did he think he was? How could he use that kind of fading hair dye?

Oh, it doesn't fade!

Uchiha Mai's eyes lit up. Non-fading was good. She pressed on, "Do you have hair dye in any other colors?"

Asuma glanced at Uchiha Mai and suddenly understood.

Oh~

So you wanted my hair dye. I thought you were going to beat me up.

As long as he did not get beaten up,