Kurenai Yuhi did not know what had gotten into her that day. Ever since she saw him step into the arena to fight Kiba, she had been unable to calm down, even doing something this rash after the match ended.
Since I've already done it, let me see your true face. Who exactly are you?
Kurenai Yuhi looked at Anyo, who was caught in her genjutsu, and walked toward him step by step.
Anyo sighed. "Ah, Kurenai-sensei, do you know that I'm blind? Your visual genjutsu doesn't work on me."
"Impossible. You were clearly caught in it," Kurenai Yuhi replied in disbelief. "Besides, how did you know it was me?"
Anyo smiled faintly. "Changing the surroundings through genjutsu and making an enemy feel immersed in them—with that level of skill, the only person I can think of is you, Konoha's genjutsu master, Kurenai-sensei."
"We know each other, don't we?" Kurenai Yuhi said firmly.
"Of course. Earlier, I already..."
"That's not what I mean," Kurenai Yuhi interrupted. "If you won't tell me, I'll take off your mask and see for myself."
Kurenai Yuhi approached step by step. When they drew close, they could both smell the scent coming from the other's body: one was a woman's delicate fragrance, the other a baby-like scent. At that moment, the hand Kurenai Yuhi had reached out suddenly trembled. A suspicion vaguely formed in her mind, but that suspicion made her hesitate.
Anyo, could it be you? No, if it were you, how could you refuse to acknowledge me?
But this familiarity, this racing heartbeat, this fluttering feeling-no one but you could ever make me feel this way.
"Is this how Konoha treats its guests?" a woman's voice sounded behind Kurenai Yuhi.
"Who's there?" A cold gleam flashed in Kurenai Yuhi's eyes as she looked