Danzo Sets His Sights on Him Right After He Gives Away a Pinwheel

Qian Ye walked forward with his hands in his pockets.

Pakura followed behind him, maintaining a safe distance of two meters.

She now felt that the brat ahead of her was not only sharp-tongued, but also a completely shameless bastard.

He would not even spare a two-year-old child's crotch.

How had the Hidden Leaf's Hokage tolerated a pervert like this living until now?

The two passed around the corner of the shopping street.

Ahead was a stall selling handmade toys.

Dozens of brightly colored paper pinwheels were stuck on the stall.

A gentle breeze blew past, and the pinwheels spun with a rustle, producing a crisp sound of paper rubbing together.

Several Hidden Leaf children gathered around the stall.

They held a few coins, picked their favorite colors, then laughingly ran off.

Pakura slowed her pace.

She stopped several steps away from the stall.

The pinwheels' colored paper was glaring beneath the sunlight.

Sunagakure did not have things like this.

The Land of Wind had only endless yellow sand.

Such fragile paper toys would be shredded by the wind and sand before half a day had passed if taken outside.

But when she had been very young—

When her parents were still alive—

Her father had once used scraps of cloth he had picked up and polished dead branches to make her an extremely crude pinwheel.

It had been the only toy of her childhood.

Then the Second Shinobi World War broke out.

Her parents were sent to the front lines and never returned.

That cloth pinwheel had also been swept away in a sandstorm that blotted out the sky.

Pakura looked at those spinning pieces of colored paper.

Her eyes grew somewhat distant.

Qian Ye had walked more than ten meters away.

He noticed that the sound of wooden