Yūto's thoughts raced, his brain working at full speed as he considered how to break out of this tender trap.
He glanced up at the sky. The sun hung directly overhead; clearly, it was not time to withdraw yet.
So, did he still have to give in to her...
Perhaps that was a good idea.
But Yūto refused!
A man who walked the line between life and death would never surrender to big boobs!
A plan quickly took shape in his mind: pretend to give in, then seize an opportunity to subdue her.
An indulgent smile curled Yūto's lips. He gently lifted Yuki's chin with his index finger. "Yuki, thank you. I'll take responsibility for you."
"Darling..."
Clang...
The short sword behind Yuki's back fell to the ground. Tears instantly filled her eyes, and she sniffed hard, pounding her fist against his chest.
"You bastard! Why did you have to say something so romantic?"
The next second, Yuki threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist like iron bands. "I... I love you so much!"
"I really want to, I really want to..."
Yūto's face turned bright red from being squeezed. With the added strain of maintaining the Transformation Technique, he could barely breathe.
As expected of a village that practiced Nintaijutsu. What a grip!
He forced out an urgent voice. "Y-Yuki, let's hurry... I can't wait!"
"Oh, stop..." Yuki shot him a look, but her body obligingly moved, pulling him briskly toward the Kumogakure ninjas' tents.
Yuki's standing in Kumogakure did not seem particularly low; she even had a tent to herself.
Yūto silently cursed Fujita a few more times. How could you let go of a female ninja with such a bright future?
The two entered the tent, and Yūto quietly fell half a step