After the daimyo's arrogant attitude was relayed back to Konoha, Uchiha Kyu, who had advocated killing the daimyo, instead fell quiet.
Uchiha Kyu did not need to worry too much about the daimyo for now. He would first have his subordinates make a move.
If the daimyo had no hidden cards, they would simply eliminate him.
At the moment, Uchiha Kyu was comfortably soaking in a hot spring bathhouse.
Not bad at all.
After soaking in the hot spring, his entire body felt wonderfully relaxed.
Within the steam-filled hot spring pool, Konan's figure appeared and disappeared amid the drifting white mist.
Hazy beauty was true beauty.
Over this period of time together, Konan had gone from initial resistance and rejection to becoming accustomed to enjoying it.
No matter how strong Konan was, she was still a woman and needed a man to rely on.
As it happened—
Uchiha Kyu was exactly the kind of man Konan could rely on.
In terms of power—
In terms of strength—
In terms of background—
Young and wealthy—
In the Shinobi World, who could compare to Uchiha Kyu?
Young maidens longed for love, while mature women admired strength.
The seven emotions and six desires of humanity were always unavoidable.
Uchiha Kyu raised a hand in signal, and Konan immediately swam over, pressing her body against his.
As Uchiha Kyu stroked that delicate, smooth face, his heart burned with desire.
"Amegakure wants to survive this tremendous upheaval."
A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Uchiha Kyu's lips.
"It depends on me."
"On the Uchiha Clan."
"What do you want?" Konan asked, habitually frowning with a cold expression.
"Ah!!!"
"That cold expression right there. Nice, I like it."
The hot spring became a tender paradise, and the splashing from the water outlet concealed strange sounds.