Yūto stopped and glanced back at her, then continued on without a word.
That infuriated Yugito Nii. Even if she couldn't beat him, surely he didn't have to ignore her request.
Did he really take her for a rookie?
She was the Two-Tails' jinchūriki, after all!
Resentment welled up in Yugito Nii's heart, and she found the nerve to act on it.
She squeezed up beside Yūto and launched an odor attack.
I can't beat you, but surely I can stink you out!
A sour smell flooded Yūto's nostrils. While she had been wrapped in strips of cloth, he hadn't been able to smell the sourness on her.
Now that the bindings were off, not only had Yugito Nii gained her freedom, but the stench had also been liberated, wafting about unchecked.
Seeing that Yūto was still ignoring her, Yugito Nii simply rose onto her tiptoes and tossed her braid onto his shoulder, deliberately brushing the ends against his nose.
Her hair, unwashed for days and mixed with sweat, smelled just like the pickles made by Aunt Susan next door.
Yūto frowned and turned his head away, but she only pushed her luck, grabbing his sleeve. "Oh my, after carrying me around for so many days, you must have worked up a sweat too, Master Ninja?"
As she spoke, she pulled open her collar and fanned herself, unleashing a blast of stale, sour odor.
Yūto's Sharingan nearly got stunk into a Mangekyō. He pinched his nose and retreated two steps, unable to stand it any longer.
With his Sharingan active, he leaped up a nearby tall tree in a few bounds, taking in the surrounding scenery.
The Land of Hot Water truly lived up to its name as a land of hot springs.
Its model was probably the Hakone region