The cheers in Sunagakure nearly lifted the roofs off the entire village.
When they saw their Lord Kazekage walk out completely unharmed, all the Sunagakure ninja went wild.
The joy of surviving disaster made these hardened men cry like children.
On that day, the name Son Goten was carved deep into the soul of every Sunagakure ninja.
He was welcomed back into the village as a hero who could triumph over anything.
What awaited him was Sunagakure's finest hospitality.
The most luxurious guest room, the softest bed, and... the most attentive service.
Only Goten and Temari remained in the room.
Temari had changed out of her combat clothes into a simple, elegant kimono and was kneeling beside a low table, brewing tea for Goten.
Her head was lowered, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and a lingering blush still colored her fair cheeks.
As she passed him the teacup, her fingertips inadvertently brushed the back of his hand.
Temari visibly stiffened and snatched her hand back as if she had been shocked.
Goten lifted the cup, watching her ears turn so red they looked ready to bleed, and his lips curved into a teasing grin.
This woman was getting more alluring by the day.
Just as the air in the room began to grow heated, a knock sounded at the door.
"Come in."
Gaara walked in.
His complexion had completely recovered, though a trace of weakness still lingered around his brow, as if he had only just recovered from a serious illness.
Upon seeing Goten, he stepped forward without hesitation and bowed deeply in respect.
"Lord Goten, everyone in Sunagakure is profoundly grateful."
"Should you ever have any orders for us, our village will carry them out, even at the cost of our lives."
Goten waved lazily and patted his shoulder.