An unusual sight appeared on the main road at Konoha's entrance.
Son Goten walked right in the middle.
His left arm wrapped around Sakura's soft waist.
His right arm held Temari's shapely curves.
With a woman in each arm and a look of utter satisfaction, he drew glances from passersby.
Izumo Kamizuki and Kotetsu Hagane, who were guarding the gate, gaped at the sight.
The two exchanged a glance, each seeing the question marks practically hovering over the other's head.
This... whose pass were they supposed to check?
"Lord Goten..."
Izumo Kamizuki stammered.
Goten waved a hand casually.
"My wife. She's from Sunagakure. Get her a long-term visa."
"No problem, right?"
Izumo Kamizuki and Kotetsu Hagane shook their heads like rattles.
"No problem! Absolutely no problem!"
As if anyone would dare find a problem with this man's business.
As the villagers pointed and whispered about Temari, even someone as outgoing as her found her cheeks flushing faintly.
She struggled to maintain her bold, dashing bearing, but her hand unconsciously tightened around the hem of Goten's clothes.
"That woman from Sunagakure has quite a figure..."
"Shh! Do you have a death wish? That's Lord Goten's woman!"
A few clueless ninja whispered in a corner.
Goten paused and swept a glance their way.
A chill instantly ran through them, and their legs went weak, nearly dropping them to their knees.
Only then did Goten withdraw his gaze in satisfaction, giving Temari a slap on the rear in front of everyone.
"Listen up. This is my woman, Son Goten's woman."
"Treat her politely around the village from now on."
"If anyone has a problem, step forward now."
The place fell utterly silent.
The ninja he had glanced at immediately bowed ninety degrees, burying their heads lower than groundhogs.
"Of course, Lord Goten!"
Temari