"Where are they? Didn't your family send a whole bunch of shinobi to protect you?"
Standing at the gates of Konoha, Anko glanced around, but didn't see any of Fuyuki's Hyuga clan members.
"You believed me?" Fuyuki asked in surprise. "If I said I was going to party in Kabukicho, would you believe that too?"
Anko looked at Fuyuki, then looked again. Suddenly, her thighs felt a little weak. She wanted to shake all over.
Good grief! The little bastard from the Hyuga Main Family had sneaked out of the village to hunt down an Elite Jonin—and he'd brought his own team!
She could already imagine Fuyuki, his eyes gone, hanging from a tree branch while the Hyuga shinobi had her trussed up neatly beneath him, ready to sacrifice her to Lord Hyuga.
"Why don't we go back? At worst, I'll cover the compensation for failing the mission myself." Anko cautiously tested the waters.
"Good idea, but I'm not short on money." While Anko was caught off guard, Fuyuki threw himself into her arms, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and leaped into the carriage. The carriage, driven by Natsumi, came racing out of the village and picked them up.
Fuyuki let go of Anko and gave her a roguish grin. "You're on the bandit's cart now. The old horse has had its fill, so it can travel a thousand miles in a day."
Watching the gates of Konoha recede into the distance, Anko suddenly felt that the world was terribly dark. The nobles' methods were so vile and dirty. Why did an ordinary Special Jonin like her have to go through all this?
Boo-hoo-hoo~
Once they were well away from Konoha's gates, the carriage gradually slowed, so the back seat wouldn't jostle too much.
"You've got some nerve. Aren't you