Sora gave a slight nod in response to Samui's greeting.
His gaze swept over the three women in the courtyard, each wearing a different expression, before finally settling on Samui.
"Samui, I'll leave her to you. Find her a room and prepare some daily necessities."
"Yes, Lord Sora."
Samui's voice was cool yet gentle.
She immediately stepped forward. Her movements were soft, yet carried an undeniable firmness as she naturally supported Uzumaki Kana, who was having trouble standing steadily from tension and pain.
Kana's body stiffened the instant Samui touched her, like a startled fawn.
She instinctively looked up, her flustered red eyes meeting Samui's calm blue eyes, which held a soothing warmth.
Samui asked no questions. She merely signaled for Kana to relax with her eyes, the steady and skillful pressure of her hand supporting Kana's weakened body as she guided her toward the rooms in the side wing of the residence.
"As for her identity, I'll leave that to you, Mabui."
Sora looked at Mabui, who was watching Uzumaki Kana curiously. "She's a remnant of the Uzumaki Clan I brought back from Hidden Grass. She was never registered as a ninja, so have Moloi handle it properly."
"Yes!"
Mabui hurriedly nodded.
An identity like this was naturally nothing difficult for Moloi to deal with. He had even handled Pakura directly, let alone Uzumaki Kana.
However, Mabui did not leave in a hurry. Instead, she looked at Sora with reverence. "Lord Sora, would you like to bathe and rest first? The meal has already been prepared and can be served at any time..."
"No rush."
Sora cut Mabui off, his gaze falling on Pakura, who stood against the wall with her arms folded.
"What's wrong? You don't seem to be in a good mood."
"It's nothing." Pakura's voice carried