While Shisui was nursing a headache over the war with Kumogakure that day, Tokuma Hyuga and Muta Aburame, who had become Shisui's "personal secretaries," came to report that someone from Konoha had arrived.
When Shisui reached them, he saw a familiar figure.
"Konan, what are you doing here?"
The visitor was Konan, whom Shisui had not seen for more than half a year. She stood quietly in place, dressed in a light-colored kimono, looking at him.
"What, I'm not allowed to come? If I didn't, who knows how many women you'd bring back from Kumogakure."
Though Konan's tone was calm and betrayed no emotion, Shisui keenly sensed the killing intent within it.
"Uh, Konan, you've misunderstood. Samui is an important figure in Kumogakure, so I only had her sent back to Konoha for temporary custody. Once the situation on the battlefield becomes clear, she'll serve as a bargaining chip in our negotiations with Kumogakure," Shisui hurriedly explained.
Compared with Kumogakure's forces, Shisui was more afraid of Konan.
"Hmph. Only a ghost would believe a man's words." Konan spoke in mock annoyance and rolled her eyes at Shisui.
Any esteemed readers who understood women would know that, at a time like this, a woman had actually already forgiven you. You only needed to coax her a little more and give her a way to save face, and you could pull the beauty into your arms and do as you pleased...
Shisui thought so too.
"By the way, Konan, you look beautiful today."
The light-colored kimono might not emphasize her figure and sexiness as much as darker clothes did, but it highlighted the liveliness and innocence Konan should have at her age. This was what a girl Shisui's age ought to look like.
As for the sort like Samui, with curves so