Felt! Elsa!

"Wind, faster! Faster!"

In the narrow, dark, filthy alleys of the slums,

Felt, the blonde thief, raced along on foot.

Her bare feet splashed through muddy water.

"Ha! That stupid half-elf will never catch me!"

She laughed triumphantly as she ran.

Her fingers clutched the cold Dragon Insignia tight.

"With this, I can buy all the delicious bread in the world!"

Greed and excitement shone in Felt's eyes.

Countless breezes swirled around her.

Her figure left golden afterimages in the air

as she raced toward an abandoned building deep in the commoners' district.

"My lord, that little thief ran toward the slums," Akeno Himejima reported quietly beside him.

They stood in the middle of the Royal Capital's main avenue.

"She won't get away, Akeno," Rias said with a cold snort.

"My lord's Divine Sense already covers the entire city."

Tobirama Uchiha wore a white dragon robe trimmed with gold, his expression indifferent.

The Nine-Tomoe Tenseigan Rinnegan in his eyes glimmered.

In an instant, space resolved into a clear three-dimensional map.

[Divine Sense Lock-on! Target: Loot House!]

The system's icy notification rang through Tobirama's mind.

Every move Felt made,

every place she set foot, lay bare beneath his supreme eye technique.

"Hold on to me."

Tobirama spoke without warmth.

He slowly extended his right hand.

"Ah... my lord..."

Emilia, the half-elf girl, let out a soft cry.

Her silver hair danced in the breeze as her cheeks flushed.

Under the irresistible pull of his Perfect Sage Body,

her knees suddenly went weak.

Tobirama's warm, broad right hand

firmly took Emilia's soft hand into his palm.

Their fingers intertwined.

"My lord... your hand is so warm..."

Mist clouded Emilia's lovely eyes as she shyly tightened her grip on his fingers.

"Quiet. Stay close to me."

Tobirama's voice remained cool.