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Night fell.

The bright moon hung high tonight, and the Milky Way glittered brilliantly. Gazing at the seductive moonlight, Hanfeng couldn't help making his way to the back door of Ichigo Hot Spring.

Hanfeng hated using the back door, so he spun, leaped, and vaulted over the wall with his eyes closed.

As expected, Mei Terumi was sitting alone on the roof, admiring the moonlight again tonight, but she wasn't drinking.

Fortunately, Hanfeng had brought alcohol and crayfish.

That was why men had to take the initiative to make a story happen.

Hanfeng leaped onto the roof with bags in both hands.

Mei Terumi glanced at him and asked, "Why haven't you come by these past few days?"

Hanfeng's heart skipped a beat. It sounded like an ordinary question, but she was actually making a subtle complaint!

I've only been gone a few days, and she already misses me this much... Hanfeng smiled calmly. "I..."

"Gulp, gulp, gulp..." Mei Terumi downed a bottle of sake.

All right, then it really was just an ordinary question.

There was nothing to say. Just drink!

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Mei Terumi was a little tipsy. She gazed at the stars overhead with misty eyes, breathed out the scent of alcohol, and murmured, "Hanfeng, do you think I can only return to the village after he dies?"

He?

Genji?

It seemed my sowing discord had had some effect after all.

Hanfeng kicked him while he was down... and said earnestly, "Even though Genji holds all the power in Kirigakure, at his age, there's no way he could become the Fifth Mizukage. So don't worry. In another twenty years, after you've outlasted him, you'll be able to return to Kirigakure in triumph."

Mei Terumi shot him a glare. Twenty years?

She'd