That night, the sky was clear, a bright moon hung high, and the gentle breeze left one feeling refreshed.
Creak.
The door opened.
A figure "snuck into" Pakura's residence.
"Why are you here at this hour?!"
Pakura hurriedly threw on a robe, barely covering half of her partially exposed breasts.
Everything was so tantalizingly half-hidden.
Looking at Uchiha Makoto, Pakura kept backing away like a startled rabbit until her back hit the wall.
Uchiha Makoto was rather speechless at the sight. Didn't you ask me to come?
And am I really that scary?
Why are you so frightened?
"Enough. My time is precious. If you have something to say, say it quickly!"
Uchiha Makoto spoke coldly, showing not the slightest interest in the scene Pakura had deliberately arranged.
Pakura's pretty face stiffened at his words, and she quickly straightened her clothes.
"The Sand Ninja suffered an attack from Konoha, and Chiyo and Rasa, who arranged this ambush, have been severely condemned by the higher-ups."
"Rasa can no longer become the Fourth Kazekage!"
Pakura swiftly shifted gears and reported on the Sand Ninja's current choice for the Fourth Kazekage.
"What do you mean?"
Uchiha Makoto glanced at her. Rather than answering, he questioned her in return.
"I want to become the Fourth Kazekage!"
"I want to make progress so badly!"
Pakura gritted her teeth and voiced their request.
"Is that all?"
Uchiha Makoto looked at Pakura. Though his expression did not change, she could hear his utter indifference toward the position of Kazekage.
What contempt!
Pakura clenched her teeth, lowered her head, and spoke slowly yet firmly.
"The war has had too many consequences. Refugees have begun appearing in the Land of Wind. Please lend a hand and provide relief work for them!"
After Pakura finished speaking, everything around them fell