He flashed to a deserted stretch of sand in the Land of Wind.
At that moment.
The sun had not fully risen yet, and golden light spread across the dunes, bathing them in a honey-colored glow.
Yomotsu Space opened, and a black vortex appeared.
A figure wearing a short black dress and a red gemstone around her neck stepped out of the vortex, her purple eyes filled with bewilderment.
It was none other than Sara.
In her last memory, she had still been on the battlefield in Rōran, with endless puppets running rampant. How had she suddenly appeared here?
Xuandou looked over, and his eyes could not help lighting up.
Sara's skin resembled fine, uncarved jade, fair and softly lustrous, while her deep red hair cascaded down like a waterfall, adding a touch of youthfulness.
Her short black dress hugged every contour of her body, the fabric gently rising and falling with her breathing, her voluptuous curves faintly visible.
Farther down was another lovely sight.
Her long legs, straight and shapely with ample flesh, pressed tightly together like ivory chopsticks. Her firm, powerful leg muscles gave her a distinctly athletic beauty.
Most striking was her queenly air of peace, prosperity, and nourishment for all things.
She looked as sacred as a goddess who nurtured all creation, making one unable to resist the urge to ravage and destroy her.
"Greetings, Your Majesty Queen Sara!"
"I am Xuandou, Clan Head of the Uchiha Clan."
Xuandou bowed slightly, a courteous smile on his lips.
"Lord Xuandou, may Rōran's dragon vein bless you!"
Beside him, Sara recovered and instinctively bowed in return with royal etiquette.
After returning his greeting, Sara swept her gaze across the vast sands around them and asked with a hint of confusion:
"Lord Xuandou, this doesn't seem to be Rōran?"