"Take off your clothes."
Under the hot spring owner's look as if he were scum, Wuye dragged Temari into a private room.
"I won't!"
Barefoot on the wooden floor, Temari shielded herself with both hands, looking like she would rather die than suffer such humiliation.
Yet the corner of her eye kept drifting toward the hot spring pool wreathed in curling steam, and she could not deny the faint excitement in her heart.
After all, she came from the Sand Village in the desert. Conserving water was practically instinctive for her. When had she ever experienced such extravagant waste of water?
Soaking in a hot spring...
Just thinking about it sounded comfortable...
If Wuye had not been in the room, she might have jumped into the pool already.
"Want to experience free-falling through the sky again?"
Wuye changed into a bathrobe on his own, perfectly at ease.
A humiliated expression appeared on Temari's face. "You... you can't treat me like this..."
"Why not?"
Wuye smiled at her. "You already see me as the man who killed your father. Are you still hoping for humanitarian treatment?"
"I..."
Temari's face reddened. "You... turn around..."
"How could I do that?" Wuye refused decisively. "What if you run away? That would be troublesome."
"The room is closed! How could I possibly escape silently right in front of you?!"
Temari clutched her collar with both hands, her face full of grief and indignation. "You just want to watch me take them off myself!"
"What are you afraid of?"
With a splash, Wuye slipped into the hot spring. Propping his head on one hand, he looked back at her. "Do you think I'd be interested in a bean sprout?"
"B-bean sprout?"
Temari's little head blanked for a moment. Then she instinctively lowered her gaze to look,