"Ha... so you admit it. What was that shrine maiden doing with the pillow of a dead last like you?"
Hanabi Hyuga questioned Naruto with a fierce, unruly air.
Naruto rubbed his forehead and sighed. "Nothing. Shion just sat in the room for a while. Hanabi, why are you reacting so strongly?"
"What did you say... What did you, a dead last, just say..."
Hanabi Hyuga sprang up on the bed, pursed her lips, and glared at Naruto indignantly.
Meanwhile, Shion, who was reading the manuscript beneath the bed, banged her head with a thunk and clutched it in pain.
It hurts... Naruto, what are you doing? Hurry up and send that girl called Hanabi away. Whose spoiled little brat is she? She's so annoying... Shion grumbled inwardly about Hanabi Hyuga, completely unaware that her own former temper had been no less spoiled than Hanabi's—enough to leave Sakura with psychological trauma.
"Mmph..."
Hanabi Hyuga glared at Naruto angrily. This dead last hadn't forgotten the gift he had given her a few days ago, had he? She had kept that Chakra Dagger on her at all times. Had he already forgotten what he said just a few days ago? She had even specially dressed up to come see him.
Drip, drip...
Suddenly, Hanabi Hyuga felt something uncomfortable, as if something was flowing uncontrollably out of her body and dripping onto Naruto's bed.
Naruto's pupils shook. His heart skipped a beat as he asked in alarm, "Hanabi, you're bleeding! Did you get hurt while on a mission?"
"No... How could I... I!"
Hanabi Hyuga trembled all over in fear, sniffled, and sat down on the bed. Looking at the crimson stain on the sheets, she could not stop shaking as she pulled up the hem of her kimono.
"Dead last, I think