Kusakabe Kikuno Sakura? What the hell? So Kaede had never even remembered my name?
"Gah..." Sakura took ten thousand points of critical damage, and her soul practically floated out of her mouth.
Seeing the girl he loved suffer such embarrassment, Naruto hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "Sakura-chan, don't mind him! Kaede gets people's names wrong all the time. When we were kids, he even called me Menma! Totally bizarre, right?"
Sakura hastily said, "I don't mind at all! If Kaede likes it, he can call me Kikuno Sakura! I happen to love chrysanthemums too!"
"..." Kaede was utterly speechless.
Ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. Who knew which wire in this woman's brain had gotten crossed? Instead of properly following her official CP, she insisted on becoming his simp.
Didn't she know that simps ended up with nothing?
He really needed to think of a way around this.
In the blink of an eye, it was midnight.
The survival battle in Death Forest was in full swing.
Nagato returned to the inn where he was staying, changed into wooden clogs, and looked at the tightly shut bathroom door. With a faint smile, he pushed it open and entered.
Amid the hazy steam, Konan, dressed in a white bathrobe, was toweling off her dripping wet hair.
She glanced back from the corner of her eye, and her elegant voice drifted over. "Gone all day. Who were you fooling around with?"
Nagato did not answer. He strode forward and wrapped Konan in his arms from behind, greedily inhaling her scent like a pervert.
As he inhaled, he said, "Who else could I see in Konoha?"
"That's true." Konan's eyes shimmered languidly. "Official business or personal business?"
"Both." Nagato pressed his body against Konan's back, and his nimble hands slipped into her bathrobe like loaches.