At the same time, Karura had taken a bath and lay on the bed for quite a while before calming her mind, then turned her head to look at an object placed in the corner of the room.
That was an old-fashioned camera covered with a cloth, which she had found earlier when cleaning out the brat's storage room.
Although the camera could still be used, there was no film inside, and there was a layer of dust on the compartment door, making it obvious that no one had used it for a long time.
Yet that was the camera used to forcefully take pictures of her last time, which meant she had been deceived by that little scoundrel again.
Life here is actually pretty good!
Looking at the camera she had specially moved out and placed in her room, Karura recalled her life during this period and surprisingly felt a sense of enjoyment.
It was mainly because she no longer had to execute those murderous missions, especially those proactive invasion and destruction war missions targeting other people's homes. The things she did were mainly helping others shape prosthetic limbs and recover normal lives.
Seeing the smiles revealed by those people as they regained their lives with the help of prosthetic limbs, she felt she had a new pursuit.
She wanted to spread this kind of smile so that more people could have it.
"Knock, knock!"
At that moment, the door knocked. Karura glanced at the prosthetic limbs by the bed, controlled a wisp of fine sand to fly over and turn the doorknob to open it, revealing a red-haired girl.
"Sister Karura, I want to sleep with you tonight."
Uzumaki Kushina walked in holding a pillow; she did not want to sleep alone tonight.
She certainly did not want