Pakura could tell that Rasa had wanted to take out all his resentment on Karura just now.
That was what angered Pakura most.
If Black Zetsu and the others hadn't distracted her, she might have slapped Rasa herself.
Seeing Uchiha Yin threaten Rasa now felt deeply satisfying.
For some reason, she even felt that Uchiha Yin was standing up for Karura.
The comparison made Pakura like Uchiha Yin far more.
But it was a shame.
Young, handsome, strong, and gentle.
If Uchiha Yin were from Sunagakure, I might actually take the initiative and pursue my own happiness.
A trace of disappointment flickered in Pakura's eyes.
At this time, prejudice ran deep between the ninja villages. Besides, Uchiha Yin had killed Chiyo.
As someone from Sunagakure, Pakura felt a strong sense of belonging to her village.
Being with Uchiha Yin was nothing more than a pipe dream.
All Pakura could do was sigh.
And if even an onlooker like Pakura felt that way, Karura felt it all the more.
The slap Rasa had nearly given her magnified every bit of dissatisfaction Karura already felt about her marriage to him.
Compared with Uchiha Yin, Rasa was utterly petty.
Karura even felt that comparing Rasa to Uchiha Yin was an insult to Uchiha Yin.
What was more, she had the sense that Uchiha Yin was standing up for her.
Why else would Uchiha Yin be so harsh with Rasa?
Karura pondered this.
Perhaps because of her mood, the more Karura looked at Uchiha Yin, the more she liked him; the more she looked at Rasa, the more she despised him.
"Did you not hear what I just said?" Uchiha Yin asked coldly.
His voice reached Rasa's ears.
Rasa's breath caught, and every hair on his body stood on end like a startled cat's.