Watching Pakura leave, Rasa turned around and was about to say something to Karura.
But he saw Karura staring at him, her face full of gentle and affectionate smiles, her eyes narrowed into crescents.
Seeing this, Rasa suddenly felt a bit awkward.
"Uh, Karura, I'll go to your house tomorrow afternoon. Is that okay?"
Karura nodded with an unchanging smile.
However, she didn't speak but walked quickly to Rasa.
She extended her plain white hands and gently tidied up Rasa's somewhat messy clothes.
Then Karura took out a clean white handkerchief from her clothes.
Although she was 1.73 meters tall, a perfect female proportion, she still couldn't compare to Rasa, who was 1.85 meters tall.
So Karura could only stand on her tiptoes slightly, looking up to wipe the sweat from Rasa's face.
Rasa looked at Karura's earnest expression as she wiped his face.
Feeling the soft handkerchief gently wiping his face and the faint body fragrance drifting from her...
Rasa's heart was suddenly touched. He subconsciously wanted to turn his head, but was stopped by Karura's gentle voice:
"Wait, don't move. I'll be done soon."
After wiping the sweat from Rasa's face, Karura folded the handkerchief neatly, put it back in her clothes, and then put her hands behind her back.
Her soft eyes, which seemed capable of speaking, clearly reflected Rasa's figure.
Suddenly Karura laughed. She extended her scallion-white finger and tapped lightly on Rasa's chin.
She raised her chin and said gently: "Your beard has grown so long. Won't you shave?"
Rasa only felt the tender scallion-white finger tapping lightly on the stubble on his chin, slowly circling.
This feeling was wonderful; he had never experienced it before.
Rasa didn't pull Karura's finger away. He just waved his hand:
"There have been a lot of things going on these past few days, I..."
Karura suddenly retracted her finger. She continued to step back with her hands behind her back, then tilted her head slightly to look at Rasa.
For someone who always showed gentleness, making this seemingly mischievous action actually looked very suitable.
Karura seemed not to have heard what he just said. Opening her lively eyes, she smiled:
"So Rasa, will you really come to our house as a guest tomorrow?"
Looking at her like this, an inexplicable emotion suddenly surged in Rasa's heart.
Rasa nodded stiffly, swallowing the excuses he had already prepared back into his stomach.
On the way to the Kazekage's office, Rasa only felt his head was still dizzy.
After agreeing to Karura, he hurriedly said goodbye to the sisters.
Then, as if fleeing from there, he walked quickly.
Rasa thought to himself: "I didn't expect Karura to be such a flirt."
Rasa originally thought Karura was the standard Yamato Nadeshiko type of woman.
Once she met her sweetheart, she would be too shy to speak, just like Hinata.
But now it seemed he had misunderstood.
Judging from her performance in the morning and now, Karura was indeed gentle, but she was also a woman who would take the initiative to attack.
Compared to Hinata, who only summoned the courage to confess at critical moments, she obviously had more courage in ordinary times.
This was also one of the types Rasa wasn't good at dealing with.
Rasa, who had lived in the modern world for more than twenty years, was used to classmates and colleagues who said one thing but did another—superficial friends.
At this time, on the outer wall of the Sand Village.
Yasha Lian, who had been dumbfounded watching her sister's performance, finally reacted.
She looked at her sister and saw her sister still staring in the direction Rasa left.
After hesitating again and again, Yasha Lian finally approached her sister carefully and asked in a low voice:
"Sister, why did you just..."
Karura continued to look in the direction Rasa left, replying without turning her head:
"What's wrong? You find my performance just now very strange?"
Yasha Lian asked tentatively:
"Yes, Sister."
Suddenly, Yasha Lian saw her sister's body move, and then she turned around quietly.
Yasha Lian suddenly widened her eyes, her dark eyes staring straight at her sister's face.
Karura touched her smooth and tender face strangely, puzzled:
"What's wrong? Is there any dust on my face? Why are you staring at my face?"
"No, Sister. I just haven't seen you smile so happily, so sweetly..."
Yasha Lian's answer made Karura laugh and cry.
Karura walked up to her sister, reached out and touched her sister's face gently, then turned around again to look in the direction Rasa left.
"Because your sister has found a man worth entrusting her life to. Can I not be happy?"
Karura looked up at the sky with a beaming smile.
"Although there are other women eyeing this man covetously."
"But fortunately, that woman hasn't understood her true inner thoughts yet. She seems to just treat him as a good friend and good brother?"
"Under such circumstances, if I don't proactively discard useless reserve and strive for my own happiness..."
"Once that woman understands her innermost thoughts and takes action, then I can only regret it for life."
Karura, who turned to look at Rasa's departure, didn't notice the complex expression on her sister's face behind her after saying these words.
...
Three hours later.
Rasa walked on the street, looking at the lively street around him, and slowly exhaled.
Three hours ago, he walked into the Kazekage's office and chatted with the Chiyo siblings.
Rasa first briefly described his situation.
Of course, keeping everything related to the system hidden, he told them what he could say.
Regarding the ability to control iron weapons, he claimed it was due to daily hard training leading to some insights and breakthroughs.
After explaining the situation, it was naturally daily Q&A.
Thinking of this, Rasa shook his head slightly.
He had wondered why so many ninjas suddenly learned about the Third's disappearance or even murder.
It turned out to be the "good deed" of that pitfalls-digger Aoki.
To let more people witness his prestige and also to have more witnesses to prevent any accidents...
He actually dared to tell all Jonin and veteran Chunin the news that the Third Kazekage was very likely murdered.
Regarding this matter, Chiyo asked him for his opinion.
Rasa could only suggest strictly monitoring the movements of the informed ninjas remaining in the village and reducing unnecessary mission outings.
As for rotating defense lines, dispatching defense ninjas, transporting supplies, and purchasing supplies...
Try to choose trustworthy ninjas to complete these tasks.
Besides that, Rasa had no other way.
He wasn't a god.
Apart from Sasori's few spies, the original work didn't name specifically who were spies for which village.
As for those spies who had mind-control jutsu planted by Sasori...
Rasa also subtly reminded Chiyo to pay more attention.
Wait, there seemed to be a way to identify spies!
Rasa had a flash of inspiration. He suddenly remembered, didn't he have an affection list?
He could find people with negative affection toward him from that affection list.
Although people with negative affection toward him weren't necessarily spies, spies definitely had negative affection toward him!
While thinking about these things, Rasa found that he had unconsciously arrived at his destination.
A three-story building with a very ordinary exterior decoration, showing no special features.
Rasa looked at this house and decided to postpone checking affection to find spies until tonight.
Rasa walked to the door and knocked gently.
"Wait, I'm coming!"
As Pakura shouted this sentence, the closed door opened with an inevitable noise.
Click!
The door opened, and Rasa saw Pakura standing behind it.
Seeing this scene, Rasa's slightly depressed heart was instantly replaced by amazement.
Pakura hadn't changed clothes at home; she was still wearing her signature backless and sleeveless outfit.
But she wasn't wearing ninja sandals anymore; instead, she wore wooden clogs (geta).
Her slender, snow-white feet were flawless.
No veins or spots could be seen on the snowy tender insteps. Her ankles were slender, and her arches were high, like the most exquisite sculptures.
Her round toenails, emitting a pinkish-white luster, were trimmed neatly, neither too long nor too short.
Obviously, their owner must take great care of these beautiful feet.
Looking at the feet shining brightly under the sunlight at the door...
Only two words and one sentence popped into Rasa's mind:
"Feet! Jade!"
"The foot shape is indeed as beautiful as I thought yesterday!"