"So you're saying your wife scratched up your whole face?"
"And you're fucking blaming me!?"
Takahashi Yū stared in disbelief at Yūma, who had come to visit the Farm late at night.
Yūma's face was covered in scratches and handprints. He hadn't suffered injuries like these even on the battlefield in the Land of Lightning.
"Yes!"
"Captain, your blood has too much of an effect on ordinary people. Is there anything you can do? I can't go on living like this."
Under the curious gazes of the three little redheads, Yūma delivered these words with a perfectly straight face.
Sunk into his favorite sofa, Takahashi Yū looked at Yūma with an expression that said, "You're here to pick a fight."
Do you think you're funny?
Mizuki pattered over with a large basket of strawberries. The Farm was now self-sufficient.
Takahashi Yū casually grabbed a large handful and tossed them into his mouth. They were simply delicious and juicy. The two little redheads under five tried to copy him and take a huge mouthful.
They nearly dislocated their jaws.
"I haven't figured it out myself. You're the guinea pig right now. How about putting up with it?"
"It's only a few months! Man up!"
Takahashi Yū swallowed the strawberries in his mouth and spoke to Yūma.
Yūma hesitated, but still said to Takahashi Yū:
"Captain, how about asking Orochimaru to explain? We weren't around last time. Orochimaru probably studied it, but my father didn't quite catch what he said."
"You should've said so! Why all the hesitation?"
Takahashi Yū was very displeased. Why beat around the bush?
Yūma picked at a wound on his face and explained to Takahashi Yū:
"I was worried about ruining Lord Danzo's arrangements. Orochimaru has a lot of popular support too."
"I was afraid inviting Orochimaru