On the second floor of Ichiraku Ramen Shop.
Tenten wore that high-slit cheongsam, one leg crossed over the other. She leaned her bun-haired head toward the window and looked outside for a long while before turning back.
"Half of Konoha saw that golden light fly across the sky just now. Did that brother of yours blow up a mountain somewhere?"
Goten lay in a wicker chair, his hand dangling over the armrest.
"No mountains. He just went to pick up some takeout."
"Takeout?"
The slit in Tenten's cheongsam slid a few inches higher as she crossed her legs, revealing a stretch of firm, fair thigh. She was completely oblivious, her mind full of gossip.
"What kind of takeout requires a three-hundred-kilometer flight?"
"Flour."
"...Your family eats so much flour you need it airlifted in?"
Goten couldn't be bothered to explain. He reached out and tugged one of her hair buns, pulling it thirty degrees askew.
Tenten yelped and reached up to protect her hair, twisting her waist and stretching the fabric of her cheongsam even tighter.
Footsteps came from the stairs.
Kurenai Yuhi came up holding a stack of Anbu briefings. Her tight black bandage dress outlined her figure distinctly, and the fabric over her chest had clearly reached the limit of what it could bear.
"Goten, there's something."
Tenten tactfully uncrossed her legs, picked up her Ninja Tool Pouch, and went downstairs, giving Goten a wink before she left.
Kurenai Yuhi slapped the briefings onto the table and bent over to spread them out, her neckline dipping forward.
"Danzo's on the move again. This time it isn't six people. More than thirty Root members are gathering underground beneath Hokage Rock."
Goten glanced at the route map in the briefing.
"That old bastard still hasn't learned after the beating I