The meeting ended.
Samui returned home and sat down in a chair in the living room.
A letter and a carrier pigeon sat before her.
All she had to do was send the letter, and an hour later, her informant would receive it.
Two hours later, a phone call could travel nearly a thousand kilometers and reach Kirigakure.
Kirigakure would be on guard, Lin Qing would return early, and none of it would happen.
But...
If Samui did this, it would be no different from betraying her village.
On one side was a man she had known for less than a month, someone she had barely spoken to.
On the other were the comrades she saw every day, and the village that had raised her.
If she searched her heart, Kumogakure had never treated her unfairly. As long as she wanted to grow stronger and could become part of this speeding war machine, resources would pour into her without end.
"But if Lin Qing dies... his theories and experiments will come to an end..."
In Lin Qing's theories, Samui had glimpsed another possibility.
A possibility she had never imagined. Now, just as its light had begun to shine, it was about to be snuffed out—
What a waste.
At the thought, an impulse rose within Samui.
No!
She couldn't let this happen!
She had to send the letter.
This wasn't only for Lin Qing—he was certainly a very charming man, but Samui wasn't the kind of woman to let her emotions run wild and do something foolish. She was doing it for the future of Kumogakure.
That was right. The Uchiha Bloodline, the Ripple Technique, Ice Release, even the Daimyo's funding—all of them were good.
But they were relics of the old era.
Lin Qing's technology and ideas were the