Beauty

Bang— A tremendous impact resounded through the bathhouse.

Yizhe clearly sensed a powerful surge of chakra slam into the partition wall between them, right where the white-haired man had been.

That partition wall, which Yizhe had considered indestructible, was like tofu before a smooth, jade-like fist, punched through with ease. The fist then struck the white-haired man in the chest with lightning speed.

The white-haired man's face turned as white as snow, and blood sprayed from his mouth. That fierce blow sent him flying, smashing through who knew how many rooms.

At last, there came a thunderous crash. He seemed to have slammed into and brought down some building before finally coming to a stop.

For a moment, dust and smoke filled the air. It was impossible to tell whether he was alive or dead!

What a terrifying person! That white-haired guy had probably broken several ribs! Even with his strength, he could not dodge that punch. The person over there was truly frightening beyond measure!

In his heart, Yizhe placed the owner of that fist on an extremely dangerous list. Someone he absolutely could not provoke unless there was no other choice.

Riiip—

Yizhe turned toward the sound. A long, slender leg as white as jade extended from the other side of the partition wall, seizing his attention so completely that he could no longer look away.

With a crash, that long leg came down in a vertical kick, carving an opening in the wall tall enough for a person to pass through.

That leg alone was enough to set one's imagination running wild. Who knew what sort of charm its owner possessed? In Yizhe's heart, his anticipation for a beautiful woman outweighed his fear of danger.

For the first time, he became interested in the white-haired man's peeping target.

Tap, tap, tap!

Wooden clogs clicked crisply against the bluestone as a blonde woman emerged gracefully through the opening in the wall.

The woman was wrapped in a white bath towel, yet even so, the outline of her figure remained incredibly alluring. She had a lovely face, brows curved like a crescent moon, eyes like autumn waters, and a purple mark on her forehead. However, her expression was icy, adding a touch of murderous intent to her beauty.

What a stunning beauty!

"Brat!"

"Hm?"

The woman's sharp voice snapped Yizhe out of his wild thoughts.

"How long had Jiraiya been peeping here?" The blonde woman noticed the little boy staring blankly at her from the bath and questioned him.

"Jiraiya? Who's that?" This was the second time Yizhe had heard that name since the woman's furious shout earlier.

"That guy who was peeping earlier!" The blonde woman grew somewhat impatient, and the killing intent on her face deepened.

So that shameless bastard was called Jiraiya! Only now did Yizhe learn the white-haired man's name.

"Him?"

"Mmm—" Yizhe pretended to recall seriously while secretly considering how to get closer to this beauty.

Even in his previous life's age of information explosion, a beauty like this had been rare! Now that he had the opportunity to interact with one, Yizhe could not help harboring a few thoughts.

"He might have watched for five seconds?" Yizhe casually threw out a number, testing the beauty's reaction.

"What!" The blonde woman gritted her teeth, looking even more furious.

"Or maybe it was three seconds!" Yizhe hurriedly changed the number.

"No! Even one second is unacceptable!" The blonde beauty's delicate brows shot up as she roared in fury.

Brother Jiraiya, good luck! Yizhe felt rather helpless. Peeping on someone bathing could be a serious matter or a minor one, and he did not know how to console the blonde beauty.

Besides, this beauty clearly had quite a temper, and her strength was first-rate. He could only silently pray that the guy called Jiraiya would survive.

"Ji—rai—ya!"

The enraged blonde beauty sprang into the air with one step, shattering the stone slab beneath where she had been standing.

Without hesitation, she threw a punch at the ruins Jiraiya had crashed into.

The building, already more than half collapsed, could no longer hold up and caved in with a thunderous boom!

"Byakugan!"

The dust filling the sky obscured everything, forcing Yizhe to activate his Byakugan to inspect the situation in the ruins.

The building Jiraiya had originally crashed through had completely vanished, leaving behind only a massive pit nearly ten meters across.

A slender, graceful figure stood in the pit. It was clearly the blonde beauty. Yet the man named Jiraiya had vanished without a trace; at some point, he had escaped.

It seemed this Jiraiya was not so easily beaten after all! After taking such a vicious hit, he still had the ability to run away. He really had some skill.

Yizhe's estimation of Jiraiya's strength rose a little higher.

"Ji—rai—ya!" The blonde beauty's attack had missed. Her hair seemed to stand on end with rage, and her killing intent surged so intensely that Yizhe could feel the suffocating pressure from far away.

"Hey! Pretty lady!" Yizhe slowly approached the ruins.

"Hm?" A gaze brimming with fury shot out from the rubble.

"Brat, say that again?"

"Ha, ha—beautiful lady, beautiful lady!" Yizhe hurriedly smiled apologetically and changed his words.

"Beautiful lady, do you want to find that white-haired guy?" Left with no choice, Yizhe redirected the blonde beauty's attention back to Jiraiya.

"Oh? You have a way?"

The method truly worked. The moment Jiraiya was mentioned, Yizhe could clearly feel the hostility directed at him lessen.

The blonde beauty slowly emerged from the ruins. The killing intent around her had already receded, though a storm still brewed between her brows.

"Of course. No matter how well he hides, he cannot escape these eyes of mine!" Yizhe pointed to his eyes.

"You've already awakened the Byakugan? I see!" Only then did the blonde woman notice the bulging veins around the young boy's eyes. His Byakugan was active.

"However—"

"However what?" Yizhe's sudden pause annoyed the blonde beauty.

"Though that guy is seriously injured and cannot have gone far, I'm too young, and my viewing range is limited. So how about—"

"If you have something to say, say it. Stop hemming and hawing!" She was growing impatient.

"How about you carry me and make a circuit around this bathhouse, expanding the search range!" Yizhe offered the suggestion to the beauty with a perfectly serious expression.

This had actually been his goal. Yizhe wanted to use this chance to get physically close to the blonde beauty and take a little advantage.

"Why not just run around the bathhouse yourself?" The blonde beauty frowned, clearly unwilling.

"Look, I'm only a six-year-old child. How fast can I run? By the time I inspect the whole place bit by bit, Jiraiya will probably have escaped far away!"

"If you want to find him, hurry up! If he gets too far away, I won't be able to do anything either!" Yizhe kept urging her, unwilling to give her time to think.

"Fine!" The unwilling blonde beauty clearly did not consider much. She could never have imagined that this six-year-old boy wanted to take advantage of her, so she readily agreed.

However, things did not go as Yizhe had hoped, and his plan fell through.

Though the blonde beauty had not thought much about it, she did not hold him while searching the area as Yizhe had imagined.

Instead, she tucked him under her arm and carried him around the area.

Yizhe felt somewhat intoxicated by the beautiful woman's scent so close to him. Though it fell far short of his intended goal, it was not entirely without gains.

Well, there would be another chance later! Yizhe silently set himself that goal.

"Boy from the Hyuga Clan, did you find any trace of him?" After the search, the beauty put Yizhe down and immediately asked.

"Sigh, that guy is really impressive! He was able to run so fast even after suffering such serious injuries!" Yizhe deactivated his Byakugan, wearing a helpless expression as he faced the beauty.

"You didn't find even a single clue?" The blonde beauty glared at him fiercely. All that effort had been wasted for nothing.

"That guy is too good at hiding! I scanned the area with the Byakugan and found no trace of him at all." Yizhe shrugged.

"Do you have any other ideas?" She was not a ninja skilled in tracking, so she hoped this interesting boy might offer her some suggestions.

"I don't have any ideas, but—" Yizhe deliberately dragged out the last word, teasing the blonde beauty's curiosity.

"But what?" The beauty's eyes lit up, and her spirits rose.

"Although I have no clues, this uncle might not be the same!" Yizhe pointed at a middle-aged man in the bathhouse who was cleaning up the aftermath.