Tamura Hiroshi ignored the Four Kage's discussions about the war. Raikage Teacher would handle them.
Late that night, he used the Flying Thunder God Technique to arrive in Pakura's room.
Pakura was still awake. She lay on her side, staring blankly at the night sky outside the window. Her eyes were red, though.
"Were you crying?"
He climbed onto the bed with practiced ease, wrapped an arm around her soft waist, and wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes.
"I'm still too weak. If I were stronger, I definitely could have saved more people."
Pakura was deeply saddened. Too many people had died in the battle the previous night, leaving her heart heavy.
"Don't take all the blame upon yourself. You've already done enough."
Tamura Hiroshi comforted her, though the corner of his eye twitched involuntarily.
That young lady had fought fiercely the previous night. She had thrown Scorch Release Rasenshuriken nonstop, consuming more than a thousand cards' worth of chakra.
Fortunately, this kind of consumption was different from opening a Space Gate. The Little Ten-Tails could be recovered; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared supply chakra so recklessly.
Such an eye-catching performance would certainly put tremendous pressure on Rasa-kun. Tamura Hiroshi had already noticed Rasa-kun secretly glancing at Pakura several times, and the killing intent in his heart had grown increasingly intense. It was probably only a matter of time before he made his move.
Now that he thought about it, there was a reason Pakura would be framed to death in the future. Her political awareness was simply too poor.
Pakura said nothing. She only pressed herself closer to the embrace behind her, which made her feel more secure. Before long, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
The harvest is almost here!
Tamura Hiroshi muttered