Looking at the Uchiha clan crest, Shizune could not help thinking of a former classmate, Uchiha Obito—the one jokingly called the dead last, the Uchiha least like an Uchiha.
Thinking of Obito's fate, Shizune let out an almost imperceptible sigh.
As she gathered herself, a handsome face suddenly filled her vision.
He had leaned in!!
And he moved so quickly that their faces nearly pressed together.
"Uh..."
What was going on?
Seeing Yan suddenly lean his face toward Shizune, Itachi, who had been sitting quietly to one side, widened his eyes and thought to himself:
Could the captain be interested in this senior...
Startled by how close Yan was—so close she could practically see the pores on his face—Shizune immediately leaned back, only to fall to the floor with a thud. No one knew whether her backside had survived intact.
"What are you doing?! Why did you suddenly lean over here?!"
After freezing for several seconds, Shizune finally came back to herself. She jumped up from the floor, rubbing her backside as she glared at Yan with a flushed face. Her big round eyes practically spat fire.
This guy was far too rude. He had actually shoved his face right up to someone else's!
What was...
Tsunade blinked in confusion, her drunken eyes full of bewilderment.
Could Yan have some thoughts about Shizune?
Well, damn. He had just gone right in. That took guts!
Jiraiya's gossip-fueled imagination began running wild.
"You kept staring, and I was worried your eyes would get tired, so I moved closer and let you look your fill!"
Yan replied irritably.
"Me?"
"Staring at you?"
Shizune was a little dazed. Had she?
Probably not. She had been looking at the Uchiha clan crest on his collar, though his collar was indeed right next to his face.