"Miss Izumi, it's been over a month, did you miss me?"
After dealing with two disobedient rebellious maidens, Tamura Hiroshi came to the room where Izumi Shimura was being held once again, the signature gentle smile still hanging on his face.
Just like Sauron before his corruption.
"Of course I did, I miss your blood, I miss your flesh, I miss your viscera, I miss everything about you."
With the same infatuated and bone-chilling creepy smile, Izumi Shimura refused to yield to the constraints of the Yachihoko Seal, constantly wanting to devour this damned bastard, savor his flesh and blood in detail, and make him die in endless pain and despair.
"Wrong answer!"
With a sudden change of expression, Tamura Hiroshi walked over and cupped those delicate cheeks once more, using the Tsukuyomi dojutsu to direct and act out a new script all by himself.
Izumi Shimura had long since grown used to this, and she constantly maintained her own willpower and consciousness.
She would never yield to this bastard, not even in death.
It was just a pity that the reactions of her body were unavoidable, though luckily she possessed an upgraded version of the seal, allowing her to hold out longer.
After a round of self-directed scripting, Tamura Hiroshi looked at Izumi Shimura, who showed very little change, and decided that he needed to switch up his playstyle.
Although he could keep this wench locked up indefinitely, it was hard to give an account to Lord Danzo over there.
"Next, we're heading over to support Sunagakure. Even though it won't be inside the Suna village itself, it's still their territory after all.
Shinnosuke is locked up over there, would Miss Izumi like to go rescue him?"
Looking at Izumi Shimura, who still wore that creepy smile, Tamura Hiroshi