ANBU, Come Clean Up the Mess!

If the pressure wasn't enough to break her yet, he'd turn it up. Push her to the limit, back her into a corner, and see whether the system reacted!

Yongye bent down and picked up the sword Uzuki Yugao had dropped.

The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight. A few drops of blood still clung to it—her blood. When he had kicked her away, the force had split the webbing between her thumb and forefinger.

Yongye gripped the sword and slowly lowered its point toward Gekko Hayate, who lay on the ground.

But he kept his eyes on Uzuki Yugao, his expression full of exasperation.

"Are you blind? How could you fall for a sickly wreck like him?"

Uzuki Yugao shuddered.

"Marry him, and you'll never be happy!"

Yongye deliberately stressed the word "happy," making his meaning unmistakably suggestive.

"Imagine you're in the middle of it, almost there, and he suddenly starts coughing and has to stop. Wouldn't that drive you mad? Besides, a sickly wreck like him has to be weak. He might not even last three seconds!"

Gekko Hayate lay frozen on the ground as though lightning had struck him. He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes wide and his lips trembling violently.

Uzuki Yugao froze too.

She knelt on one knee, her long purple hair disheveled across her shoulders. The tear tracks on her face had yet to dry, but her expression had gone from fury to blank disbelief.

They had heard that Uchiha Yongye was crazy.

He dared hit Lord Danzo, talk back to Lord Hokage, and kill Root ninja in front of dozens of ANBU. Anyone who heard about those things would call him a madman.

But they had never imagined he was this crazy!

What normal person could say something like that?

They were