"Is breakfast not to your taste, Sis Izumi?"
The next morning, Uzumaki Kousou had finished making breakfast. Seeing that Izumi Shimura hadn't touched her food and was staring blankly into space, she asked with concern.
Is she still thinking about the heart dumplings she ate yesterday?
It was your own heart, not someone else's. It wasn't that serious, was it?
"The breakfast is wonderful. I'm just not hungry."
Coming back to herself, Izumi Shimura first shot someone a resentful glare, then shook her head to say she wasn't hungry. Finally, she puzzled over it and rubbed her stomach.
She really wasn't hungry. In fact, she felt a little full, and her vitality was vigorous. Could that bastard have secretly given me some of his life force last night?
She glanced at the person eating heartily and gave a soft snort.
When I gang up on him for revenge later, I can go a little easy on him.
Still, that bastard was a real pervert. He'd come up with such a horrifying scenario. He'd tormented her nearly to the point of madness last night, and she'd been put through all sorts of disgusting scenes.
Whenever she remembered the scenario she'd gone through last night, she grew angrier and angrier.
Tamura Hiroshi had a hearty appetite today. He didn't know why, but he was ravenous, as though he'd just done some kind of extremely strenuous exercise.
After breakfast, Tamura Hiroshi headed over to the construction site for a look around.
After all this digging, the three thousand Iwagakure Ninja Army had become more and more proficient, and their excavation work was growing more efficient. At this rate, they'd be finished in a month at most.
Yozuki A, Kitsuchi, and the others were also patrolling the area, to prevent any powerful Konoha shinobi