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Just as Kurenai was about to nod, Kiyoshi placed his hand on her waist again.
"what……"
Kurenai Yuhi shut her mouth.
She was afraid of making too much noise, and also afraid that Asma and her father would see her movements.
Therefore, she could only remain in place, letting Kiyoshi hold her waist.
"The tea is here."
Before long, the setting sun turned crimson.
Kurenai quickly adjusted her position slightly, took the teacup, and placed it in front of Kiyoshi.
Seeing the girl's shy expression, Kiyoshi's lips curled into a slight smile.
He then picked up the teacup and took a sip.
The atmosphere was more harmonious afterwards, with Sarutobi Asuma mostly talking to himself.
Kurenai Yuhi went to the study to maintain her ninja sword.
Kiyoshi and Kurenai Yuhi kept making small moves.
An hour or two passed, and Sarutobi Asuma's lips were getting dry. He picked up the cold tea and gulped it down.
"I go first."
Asuma Sarutobi spoke.
His father, Hiruzen Sarutobi, did not object to him becoming one of the Twelve Guardian Ninja, but his mother, Biwako Sarutobi, did.
They said the location was too far away, and they rarely saw anyone there.
He still needs to go back and do more ideological work; seeing Xi Ri Hong has given him more motivation.
Click.
The banner is closed.
Sarutobi Asuma has already left.
The living room fell silent instantly, leaving only Kiyoshi and Kurenai Yuhi.
Kiyoshi tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on the girl's face.
Her cheeks still flushed, her expression a mixture of anger and shyness, and a hint of lingering panic in her eyes.
Kurenai took a soft breath, but refused to look at him, as if she was still embarrassed and annoyed by her earlier little actions.
This person had already... casually made advances towards her while Asma was right next to him.
But when asked to refuse Kiyoshi, Kurenai found herself unable to bring herself to do it.
"Don't do that in front of Asuma next time. If he sees you like that, he might cry."
Sunset Red Road.
There's no such thing as unrequited love.
In reality, it's just that the other person chose to remain silent and not respond, so it seems like unrequited love.
The ninja world is this cruel.
However, the kind-hearted Kurenai Yuhi still chose to preserve a shred of dignity for Sarutobi Asuma.
She secretly hoped that when he became one of the Twelve Guardian Ninjas serving the Daimyo, he would meet new people and stop bothering her.
As for herself, Kurenai wanted to spend more time by Kiyoshi's side.
“Sarutobi Asuma shouldn’t be that fragile.”
Kiyoshi gazed at Kurenai's profile with his dark eyes, then spoke:
"Just after I left, Hong touched her lips, feeling my traces."
"Who...who would do that?"
Kurenai Yuhi's eyes darted away, and even the roots of her ears turned red.
She glared at Qing Si feigning anger, her gaze so soft and threatening that it was like a spoiled kitten scratching his chest.
"Don't deny it, I am one of them too."
Kiyoshi's face drew closer again.
Every time Kiyoshi saw Kurenai's shy yet composed face, he wanted to tease her.
“My father is still in his study…”
Kurenai hurriedly whispered a reminder, her eyes darting quickly towards the direction from the living room to the study, then looking at Seiji with a mixture of panic and shy anticipation.
She gently shook her head, her rosy lips slightly parted, her voice extremely low: "No, what if someone sees us..."
"Don't be afraid, I'll make very little noise."
"It's okay, it'll only be a little while."
The next moment, his face slowly moved closer, and he quietly began to taste the girl's lips.
Kurenai's eyes widened, and her body tensed, but soon, the familiar warmth and scent gradually relaxed her.
His gaze gradually lost focus, and his breathing became warm.
She neither refused nor pushed him away.
She sat on the sofa, trembling slightly, like a red leaf covered in morning dew.
She let his breath envelop her, and let his lips gently press against her heart.
A moment later, Qing Si slowly stepped back, his lips still carrying a lingering warmth as they left that soft touch.
Kurenai stared at him blankly, as if the sensation of his touch still lingered on her lips.
Those bright eyes seemed to be shrouded in a mist, an indistinguishable blend of bewilderment and a mixture of shyness and panic.
Her cheeks flushed, and even the back of her neck was tinged with a blush.
My breathing became slightly rapid, and with each rise and fall of my chest, I felt an unprecedented surge of emotion.
"Okay, that's not allowed anymore."
Another while passed, and Kurenai Yuhi refused verbally.
"Then I'll be going. I'll come back to teach you illusion magic next time."
Kiyoshi patted Kurenai Yuhi's head and left using the "Flying Thunder God Technique".
He also has social engagements in the evening.
The two ladies who rolled their eyes must have arrived as promised.
The room fell silent, leaving only Yuhi Hong alone in her boudoir, hugging her pillow and rolling around on the bed.
She was saying things like, "Kiyoshi is so awful, he just loves to bully her."
…………
Mt. Miaomu.
Did you call me?
Jiraiya knelt on one knee, looking up at the front.
Before him were three enormous thrones.
He was in a grand hall, which was built of stone and looked very solemn and dignified.
Ahead stood a huge, old toad.
Jiraiya dared not show the slightest disrespect to this old toad.
He is the legendary prophet who lived from the era of the Sage of Six Paths.
It is said that he was also a friend of the Sage of Six Paths and possessed the ability of "prophecy".
The idea of the "Child of Prophecy," which Jiraiya firmly believed in, originated from his explanation.
That old toad was none other than Gamamaru, also known as... the Great Toad Sage!
"Here you are, Jiraiya."
The giant toad sage wore a black square hat on his head and a string of yellow beads around his neck. In the very center was a pale purple cat's eye stone with the character "oil" written on it.
Upon hearing this, Jiraiya immediately focused his attention, ready to hear if the Great Toad Sage had any new "prophecy".
"Um...who are you again?"
The giant toad immortal was silent for a moment before asking a question. His toad eyes narrowed into slits, and it was unclear whether he was dozing or looking down.
“My lord, it is Jiraiya, Jiraiya.”
On the two smaller thrones beside them, made of wood, sat two green toads, both draped in black cloaks.
The speaker was Fukasaku, one of the high-ranking members of Mount Myōboku, and he and his wife Shima were hailed as elders and trusted confidants of the Great Toad Sage.
They live in harmony with nature, have cultivated immortal arts for over eight hundred years without aging, and are revered as "leaders" by the toads of Mount Myōboku.
He is also the highest-ranking administrator below the Great Toad Sage.
"Oh...right, right, you've grown up."
The giant toad immortal spoke.
"I've come here to tell you that the future has changed."
"That's what the Great Toad Immortal said."
"variable?"
Jiraiya's heart tightened.
In that case, will the "Child of Prophecy" be affected?
What will the future of the ninja world be like?
"In my dream, many fragments appeared, but I couldn't see them clearly."
The giant toad sage opened his narrowed eyes slightly, and continued in his murky voice:
"He is a man deeply involved with the 'Child of Prophecy,' and the future 'Child of Prophecy' is inextricably linked to him."
"So, someone like me?"
Jiraiya asked.
His duty is to find the "Child of Prophecy" and teach him so that the "Child of Prophecy" can lead the world towards a better future.
"Yes and no."
"That's what the Great Toad Immortal said."
"Who is that?"
Jiraiya wanted to ask about some physical characteristics.
"He had black hair and red eyes."
The giant toad sage remained silent for a while.
He has lived too long and is prone to distraction and forgetfulness.
This is the natural law of nature.
It is already rare in the world that he has lived this long.
"I remember."
Jiraiya nodded solemnly.
Then, remembering something, he said:
"The Great Toad Sage, some Uchiha ninjas want to come to Mount Myōboku to train in 'Sage Techniques'."
Jiraiya hesitated for a moment, but still told Tsunade about the request she had made to him.
On one hand, this was Tsunade's request.
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