"I never thought you were that kind of person."
A voice came from above.
It was Kurotsuchi, who had followed Shirozumi over to watch the show.
She had arrived just in time to hear Temari's anguished plea for mercy.
Now she was looking at Shirozumi a little differently.
"That kind" of person?
Temari's expression stiffened.
What does she mean?
Why was it that every time I finally relaxed and thought I was safe, fate had to mercilessly shatter the peace?
"Didn't you tell me before that if you became Daimyo, you'd make every major ninja village offer up its young, beautiful kunoichi?"
Under Shirozumi's unfeeling gaze, Kurotsuchi landed beside him and innocently explained, "That was just to provoke you, you idiot."
Shirozumi was speechless.
"Oh, and you called me 'Leg Shadow.' Let me see..."
Kurotsuchi remembered something and floated behind Temari.
Like a startled bird, Temari saw Kurotsuchi's movement and hurriedly raised her Triple Star Fan to cover herself from behind, on guard. "What are you trying to do?!"
"I'm just checking whether your butt's perky. Otherwise, why would he have his eye on you?"
Kurotsuchi stretched her neck out and circled Temari in the air using the Light-Weight Rock Technique. Temari failed to block her in time, and Kurotsuchi managed to glimpse a little of what the Triple Star Fan didn't cover.
"There's nothing special about it. Maybe it'll develop more when you're older?"
Kurotsuchi looked confused.
"You two..."
Temari backed away a few steps until she was against a tree trunk.
This was terrifying.
Was there any hope for the Shinobi World?
The world outside Sunagakure was this perverted!
"Seems like you two siblings aren't that close, if you're still getting distracted at a time like this."
Shirozumi's calm remark brought Temari back to her senses.
That's right!