Nothing happened that night.
It was not until the next morning that Chikage Kuroba woke up with a headache. In fact, it was more than just a headache—she did not have an ounce of strength left.
It felt as though all the strength had drained from her body.
After opening her eyes, Chikage Kuroba stared blankly ahead as everything that had happened yesterday flashed through her mind. ...
In truth, Chikage Kuroba had already awakened sometime during the night. Thinking back on what had happened, her expression twisted in pain.
She had only wanted to obtain some information, yet not only had she failed to get it, she had ended up losing herself instead. This was truly the definition of losing both the wife and the army. She wanted to curse herself for being so stupid. How could she have been so foolish?
Turning her head, Chikage Kuroba looked at Hyuga Shin, her gaze exceedingly complicated. There was hatred, resentment, and another peculiar emotion.
But it seemed she had no right to hate him. After regaining consciousness yesterday, she had not resisted either. If she wanted to hate someone, she would probably have to hate herself as well.
"Oh, you're awake?" Shin opened his eyes and looked at Chikage Kuroba with a smile.
The moment Shin opened his eyes, Chikage Kuroba's gaze sharpened. Her palm became a blade as she swung a knife-hand strike at Shin's neck. The neck was one of the body's vulnerable areas; with her strength, killing someone was certainly possible.
Faced with Chikage Kuroba's attack, Shin did not resist. He simply watched quietly as she struck, but just before her hand reached his neck, she suddenly stopped.
She had poured all her strength into that blow, intending to kill Shin in humiliation and fury. Yet at