"That loser... that Mirai, daring to play your game. When I get back, I'll tell the boss. He won't kill Mirai," Haruki Murakami muttered angrily. Then, recalling Mirai's courage just now, he could not help but shudder. But after thinking of the strength of the big brother he had mentioned, he became somewhat more resolute.
The boss's strength was no match for Mirai's waste!
Rock Lee said nothing, but he blushed as well. He secretly glanced at Mirai and found him staring at his exposed waist. Unable to stop himself, he spat.
Hearing Haruki Murakami's words, I could not help rolling my eyes. I had wanted Haruki Murakami to suffer a little while getting bandaged up, but when I saw him in so much pain he was nearly passing out, I could not help feeling sorry for him.
Although Haruki Murakami's personality might not have been very good, he had treated him quite well. Moreover, ever since the Academy, Haruki Murakami had become an important companion in his life, since they had fought side by side.
Mirai continued admiring Rock Lee for a while, then grew a little bored and turned to look at Haruki Murakami.
Haruki Murakami thought about what that dark ninja had said while he was away earlier. He still remembered it clearly.
Haruki Murakami seemed to sense something. He glanced sideways and saw Mirai looking at him with narrowed eyes!
He had not been mistaken. Mirai was not looking at Rock Lee with lustful eyes this time—he was looking at him!
Of course, Haruki Murakami did not think Mirai was admiring his handsome appearance. Therefore, it was obvious that Mirai had remembered what he had said earlier.
The bastard held grudges!
Haruki Murakami glanced at Mirai, then immediately withdrew his gaze.
Although he was not afraid