Rasa placed his hands on Pakura's smooth back, exposed beneath the thin fabric of her underwear.
At the same time, he could feel her soft, elastic breasts pressed tightly against his chest.
Her chest was so full that he couldn't even sense her heartbeat through it.
But Rasa could clearly feel his own heartbeat quickening, while his body reacted on its own.
Even though he already thought of Pakura as a good sister in his heart, she was still an exceptional beauty. It was only natural for him to respond this way.
He knew if he continued, he might lose control and take her right then and there.
The thought of Pakura fighting back desperately—and the possibility that their relationship would shatter because of it—made his heart clench suddenly.
He quickly pushed her away, not daring to look back, and strode toward the door.
"Then I'll go back. See you tomorrow."
Pakura stood frozen, staring at the door with her face flushed, her heart racing wildly. She whispered softly to herself:
"Why do I feel so sad and lost now? What was I hoping for? We were so happy just a moment ago."
Her hand absentmindedly touched her lower body, where the fabric still held the impression of something firm that had pressed against her.
Her brows knitted. When Rasa hugged her at first, he clearly hadn't been carrying anything hidden.
So why did something hard suddenly appear after just a few seconds? And shaped like… a stick?
The Sand Village's Ninja School focused primarily on combat training.
As for culture, students only needed to recognize common characters.
Sex education?
That was never brought up.
Much like in Rasa's previous life, adults avoided mentioning such matters in front of children.
They believed that once children grew up, they would naturally understand.
And usually, that was the case.
When the children of Sand Village reached a certain age, they would talk among themselves and slowly learn.
But Pakura was an exception.
Growing up, she had few male friends and only a small circle of female ones.
She knew the differences between men and women and how to protect herself. If any man dared to stare at her too long or speak rudely, she wouldn't hesitate to warn him or even beat him.
But when it came to the details of intimacy, she knew nothing.
In fact, among people her age in the Sand Village, Pakura probably knew the least about relationships between men and women.
Her knowledge in that regard was no better than that of a twelve-year-old girl.
Because of this, she couldn't understand her own feelings and mistook the stirrings of love for the simple friendship of companions.
Rasa walked down the street, nodding to villagers who greeted him.
The crowd around him was thinning.
Civilians hurried back and forth, working tirelessly their entire lives for the faint hope that one of their descendants might become a Genin.
In the Sand Village, the status of ninjas was far higher than in Konoha.
After all, Konoha's villagers lived above the poverty line and had long enjoyed stability.
The Sand Village was the opposite. Its poor economy and lack of resources meant ninety percent of its people barely survived.
In the eyes of the villagers, even if their child became just a cannon-fodder Genin, it was still an honor.
An ordinary Chunin, meanwhile, held very high status.
If someone from a civilian family became a Chunin, unless he was especially unlucky, he could work for a few months and achieve what amounted to class transcendence.
But because of the limited resources, the Sand Village couldn't afford too many ninjas.
That was why their selection standards were so strict.
It also explained why their low-level combat power was slightly stronger than Konoha's.
Out of every three students in the Ninja Academy, only one would make it to reserve Genin.
Out of every two reserve Genin, only one would become a full Genin.
It was nothing like Konoha's looser system, where nearly every student who didn't slack off or break serious rules would graduate, become a ninja, and quickly find work.
As these thoughts ran through his mind, Rasa arrived home and went into the bathroom.
He took off his coat and, out of habit, checked his pockets.
To his surprise, he found three keys.
Each was a different color, and each bore a number—1, 2, and 3.
"Huh? Did Pakura give me the wrong one? Why would she hand me her bedroom key too?"
Muttering this, Rasa undressed completely.
He glanced down at himself and muttered with a wry smile:
"Don't worry. If the chance comes, I'll let you have it."
After a quick shower, still tipsy, he forgot all about checking the favorability list for those who disliked him.
He climbed straight into bed and fell asleep.
His head spun in a haze.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in an unfamiliar room.
Before he could react, a furious female voice—one that sounded oddly familiar—shouted at him:
"What kind of karma is this, to make me dream of you, you perverted bastard?!"
"Damn it! To think you actually dared to do such shameless things to me in my dream last night—I'll beat you to death!"
The angry roar, filled with resentment and hostility, made Rasa instinctively look toward the source.
But all he saw was a pale fist, growing larger and larger in his sight!
Boom!
Caught off guard, Rasa took the punch squarely on the forehead.
The impact sent him flying!
As he tumbled back, he finally saw who it was.
"Tsunade?"
"Heh. A creation of my subconscious, and yet she manages to scare me?"
Tsunade, meanwhile, felt the solid impact of her fist as she sent him crashing away.
For a moment, she even doubted herself. Was this really the dream she thought it was?
She quickly formed seals and whispered:
"Release!"
When nothing changed around her, she sighed in relief.
The enormous breasts on her chest swayed with her breath.
"I knew it. Not an illusion, just a dream. Still… this dream feels far too real."
Rasa rubbed his forehead in surprise. Despite taking such a heavy blow, he wasn't bleeding, bruised, or even in pain.
A realization dawned on him. His lips curled into a smile as he stared at Tsunade.
"So that's it. A lucid dream. And even clearer than last night's."
His gaze made Tsunade's skin crawl, goosebumps rising on her arms. She snapped angrily:
"What are you saying?! This is my dream—just my subconscious at work!"
But Rasa didn't answer. He only walked toward her.
"You pervert! I'm warning you—don't come any closer!"
Seeing him advance, Tsunade instinctively backed away, threatening him as her heartbeat quickened.
Almost immediately, she realized how flustered she looked. Anger and embarrassment burned in her chest.
This is just a dream. Why should I be afraid of a figment of my imagination?
Earlier that morning, Tsunade had even asked Shizune to check if there was anyone named Rasa in the ninja world.
But it had been less than a day, and since the matter wasn't urgent, the intelligence network had only just begun searching.
So for now, Tsunade had no idea who Rasa really was. She clung stubbornly to the belief that it was only a dream.
Having reassured herself, she clenched her fists and charged at him.
Seeing his prey rush toward him, Rasa's excitement flared.
He hadn't expected lucid dreams to feel more and more real each time!
The greatest thrill came from overpowering prey that resisted.
He raised his fists as he rushed forward. In this dream, he was invincible.
Boom!!
A white fist and a golden one collided. The impact blasted apart the furniture, the bed, and even the windows.
"Ah!"
Within moments, Tsunade was sent flying by Rasa's punch.
She crashed through the wall, leaving rubble in her wake.
Rasa shook his head at the destruction.
In a lucid dream, he was invincible.
Here, he was God. How could a dream character dare resist?
Ding! Tsunade's favorability has dropped to minus ten points. She is officially the first female character to reach negative ten. Reward: ten skill points!