Anko said that Hong must be at home today, but Asuma knocked on the door, but there was no sound from inside.
Anko's usual personality may be a little out of the ordinary, but she probably wouldn't lie to herself about this matter. Asuma continued to knock on the door, and after a while, he heard footsteps coming from inside the house.
Not long after, Yuuhi Kurenai, with black hair and red eyes and wearing casual clothes, opened the door of his house.
Although her pupils suddenly dilated when she saw Asuma, she made no further expression, did not scream excitedly, and did not hug him like other friends of Asuma.
Her red eyes swept across the roses that were the same color as her pupils, but she did not take them, her expression remained as indifferent as ever.
"You're back--" she said softly.
"Uh, I'm back -" Asuma felt that his hands holding the roses had nowhere to rest, and his voice became a little trembling.
It has been a long, long time since he saw Hong. He has grown up, and she has grown up and become more beautiful. She is like a rose blooming in her hand.
It's just that this rose seems to have a lot of thorns and is a bit cold. Indeed, I haven't been back for a long time, and I haven't even sent back many letters.
"Put the flowers down. If you have nothing to do, please come back. I am practicing -" Hong looked at Asuma who was a little confused, pointed to the mailbox at the door, and said softly.
There is no saying about stuffing roses into someone else's mailbox. This is almost the same as saying no. After all, there is a trash can next to the mailbox. Just throw it away and the flowers will go into the trash.
But Asuma stupidly opened the mailbox, took out the letter stamped with Daimyo, and then stuffed the rose into the mailbox. Instead of leaving like other losers, he took two steps forward and handed the mail to Hong.
"Well, Hong, everyone is having a dinner party tonight--"
Asuma whispered, "You--can you come?"
Hong frowned slightly, and that endearing look made Asuma's face turn a little red.
"Who is there?" she asked softly.
"Well, there are Might Guy, Kakashi, Iruka, Hayate, Aoba--"
Asuma mentioned several names. It wasn't until he mentioned Anko that Yuuhi Kurenai's eyebrows relaxed. She nodded lightly and replied, "Okay."
Just this word made Asuma laugh. He smiled so happily that he didn't even know that Yuuhi Kurenai had quietly returned home and closed the door of the house.
The sound of the door closing made Asuma wake up suddenly. Didn't Hong agree? Why did he suddenly enter the house again and close the door? He rushed forward and wanted to knock on the door again to find out, but he heard a sound coming from inside the house.
"Please wait a moment, I need to prepare."
Asuma suddenly woke up. Yes, Hong was wearing home clothes just now. She must change her clothes before going out like Anko. She should just wait at the door.
But it took a long time to wait. The lights in the room were turned on and off, and the red speed was much slower than Anko. But when she opened the door again, Asuma felt that it was all worth it.
The red and white dress is paired with a pair of strappy sandals, and the Ninja tool bag on the waist is replaced by a small pure white handbag.
Her hair had been styled and her eyebrows had been lined. Asuma had never seen Hong dressed up like this before and couldn't help but be stunned.
He stretched out his hand and wanted to hold Hong's arm, but Hong didn't even look at him, and just moved her red lips slightly.
"Let's go--"
Their combination looked very much like the wealthy family Young Miss and her bodyguards, but in fact, Asuma was the wealthy young man, but he didn't care and led the way to the pre-arranged place.
"(Konoha swear word)." Namiashi Raidō's eyes widened and he kept poking Aoba Yamashiro's waist with both hands, but the latter had no reaction. He just opened his mouth and looked at the figure who walked in.
"When have you ever seen Yuuhi Kurenai like this? It's so beautiful -" Senbon held in Genma Shiranui's mouth also fell down and almost hit Might Guy's foot, but the latter also stared at the two people who walked in.
Seeing Anko sitting in the corner, Hong laughed softly and waved her hand, which suddenly made the male compatriots present even more excited.
Except Gekko Hayate, who lowered his head and coughed hard, startling Ebisu sitting next to him.
"Asuma is so lucky." Ebisu whispered, his nose bleeding almost coming out.
But Asuma didn't seem to be so lucky. Originally, they left two seats right next to each other, allowing Asuma and Hong to sit together, but Hong gently pushed Anko and sat on the other side of her.
Asuma is sandwiched between Anko and Kakashi, separated from red.
The host arrived and the banquet finally started. Jonin's dinner was actually not that special. Sake and barbecue were still the norm, but the meat was better, the wine was more fragrant, and the room was bigger.
They chatted about everything. Most of the time, Anko spoke loudly about the current situation in the village while asking about Asuma's affairs.
Because of her special status, she rarely leaves Konoha, so she is extremely aware of what is going on in the village and is extremely curious about everything that happens outside the village.
Hong was very quiet, eating barbecue from time to time, and rarely spoke. The only time he spoke was to say a few words about the current situation at the urging of Anko.
Asuma ate and listened with gusto. Although Hong didn't pay much attention to him, the other friends were particularly enthusiastic, especially Might Guy, whose voice was almost as loud as Anko.
It's just that when talking about certain contents, everyone's mood became a little depressed.
The genocide of the Uchiha Clan, the attacks suffered by Third Hokage, and the various actions of Root, even Anko fell silent. These things, even if many of them have become Jonin, are not things that can be discussed casually.
The party quickly came to an end. Some people were drunk and drunk, and some people had work to do and drank very little. Asuma had a good drinking capacity. Although he drank the most, he still didn't get drunk.
He stood up, paid the bill, and then arranged for everyone to go home.
Soon there were only three people left in the barbecue restaurant. He was already drunk and had become limp Anko. He had not touched a drop of wine and was still as red as when he came.
Asuma's cheeks were already red, and he whispered, "Hong, please send Anko back."
Just as Hong was about to agree, Anko stopped. She grabbed Hong with one hand, stretched out her other hand, grabbed Asuma, and pulled the two of them by force.
"How can I ask a lady to send a lady home? You and Hong will send me off first, and then you will send Hong home!" She yelled loudly, and seemed to refuse to let go if the two of them didn't agree.