"What are you going to do about that mysterious guy who suddenly showed up?"
Gekkō Raito plopped down beside Mei Terumi, casually took the teacup from her hand, and had a sip.
"Wait, I guess. What else can I do?"
Actively searching would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
The other party belonged to the Ōtsutsuki Clan. Heaven only knew which alternate dimension he was hiding in. Raito had too much to do to go turning the whole world upside down.
Waiting for them to come to him was the easiest approach.
As long as they dared show themselves, Raito would make sure they learned what it meant to come and never return.
The kitchen door opened, and Temari emerged carrying a pot of steaming soup, fine beads of sweat still dotting her forehead.
"Wash your hands. Dinner's almost ready!"
Raito looked up at Temari and asked casually, "Gaara came today too. Aren't you going to see him?"
Temari's hand paused slightly as she ladled the soup, then she gently shook her head.
"No need. I just went back to Sunagakure last month."
With that, she glanced at Raito with a hint of a smile.
"What? You're willing to let me go now?"
Raito shrugged. "I never intended to keep you locked up like a prisoner. Whether you leave or stay, they're your legs. It's entirely up to you."
At those words, Temari's expression darkened instead.
She glared fiercely at Raito, fuming inside.
Sometimes this man was so clueless about women that it made her teeth itch. Did he really have to force a woman to spell certain things out herself?
Beside them, Hinata covered her mouth and giggled as she watched the two speak in riddles.
Twenty years, and they still hadn't broken through that thin