Shika's sudden charge startled Kimimaro. With his bone sword in hand, he did not even know where to put it, having never intended to raise it against an enemy. Just like that, Shika pulled him into an embrace.
Shika's hand remained on Kimimaro's head, gently tousling his white hair.
A warmth Kimimaro had never felt before spread from Shika's embrace and rippled through his heart.
For a moment, Kimimaro could not bear to push Shika away. Instead, he lightly rested his head against Shika's shoulder, greedily savoring that brief warmth.
"You're so well-behaved. Your name is Kimimaro, right?"
Kimimaro stared blankly at the delicate, radiant smiling face before him. His cheeks reddened slightly as he nodded.
"Hehe, my name is Shika. Remember me, okay?"
Shika chuckled and could not resist rubbing Kimimaro's hair again.
"Say, since you like Kimimaro so much... why don't you help me think of who would be more suitable as Kimimaro's jonin instructor?"
As Ye Ning slowly approached, Shika's eyes gradually lit up. Before Ye Ning could finish speaking, she vigorously patted her chest and winked meaningfully at him.
Ye Ning: "..."
Hiss...
Why did Shika seem a little off today?
"Sasori, why don't you translate what your wife means?"
"I mean, let me do it!"
Shika stomped her foot and cried out in a coquettish, pouty tone.
You?
Ye Ning looked Shika up and down.
Noticing Ye Ning's gaze, Shika did her utmost to puff out her chest, putting on an expression that said she was the obvious choice. To be fair, Shika was no longer as flat-chested as she had been when she insisted on following Sasori.
Now, she was at least a bun.
After giving Shika another once-over, Ye Ning sucked in a breath.
Come to think of it, Shika... really did seem