"Heh!"
The red-haired woman scoffed. "Your right hand is secretly forming hand seals. Do you really think I'm blind?"
"Sorry! Force of habit! I sincerely suggest we get along peacefully."
"Impossible!"
"Ah..."
Uchiha Yan sighed, then pointed toward Hizashi:
"If you keep fighting, your teammate will probably die on the spot. Those Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms are almost finished."
Looking in the direction Uchiha Yan pointed, the red-haired woman's pupils contracted sharply. She shouted, a pleading note in her voice:
"Stop! As long as you let him go, we'll pretend we never saw you today."
"Are you joking?"
An icy smile curved Uchiha Yan's lips. "You think you can stop whenever you want and attack whenever you want? Do you really think the Hyūga and Uchiha Clan are easy targets?
Hoshikage? Ask the other hidden villages whether they recognize that title. Some lousy hidden village dares attack Konoha? Tired of living?
I'll give you two choices now. Either throw all of Hoshigakure's strength into killing the three of us, then pray Konoha never discovers who killed us.
Or cooperate with me obediently. Given that you're from the Uzumaki Clan, letting you off isn't out of the question.
I forgot to tell you: standing before you are the younger brother of the Hyuga Clan's head, the Uchiha Clan's most outstanding genius, and the daughter of Konoha adviser Mitokado Homura."
"You're too..."
Before she could finish, the black-haired man flew to her side and interrupted:
"I'm Fire Fly. As long as you spare Akahoshi, we'll agree to any conditions."
"You don't get to decide!"
Uchiha Yan spoke coolly. "Well? Pretty lady, are you a member of the Uzumaki Clan?"
"No! No! My name is Natsuhi. I don't know anything about the Uzumaki Clan or who the Hokage's wife is."
"Then I'm sorry!"