167: Chapter 167 CheerfulBehind a trash can in a secluded alley.
Obito fell out of the Kamui dimension and landed on the ground like a lump of mud, his back soaked with cold sweat and glowing.
He pressed his palms to the ground, panting heavily.
"Fuck.fuck his Naruto Uzumaki."
"…bastard… son of a bitch…"
One swear word after another poured out of his mouth, each one different, getting dirtier and more offensive with each swear.
After all the cursing, Obito himself got tired.
The fear subsided a little, and I calmed down a bit.
He leaned back against the trash can behind him, looking up at the narrow patch of sky above.
Night fell, and a few stars twinkled faintly.
"What kind of damned ability is that."
It wasn't like this before.
He remembered that feeling from before; when he signed the contract with Naruto, there was a faint sense of being monitored and restrained, but at other times, it didn't have much of an impact.
But just now.
That ethereal thing from before seems to have come alive.
It reached out its tentacles, trying to burrow into his brain and tie him up.
"We can't go any closer to that bastard."
Obito spoke in a low voice, his voice tinged with lingering fear.
That guy was too much of a nemesis to me, too strange.
He slowly stood up and patted the dust off his clothes.
With a light tap of his toes, he leaped onto the low wall beside him, scaling the walls and returning to his hotel.
He climbed up the wall, gently pushed open the window, and slid inside like an eel.
My roommate is still asleep, snoring loudly.
Obito breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked to his bed.
He threw off the covers and crawled inside, wrapping himself up tightly from head to toe.
The blanket was thick enough to cover his damn glowing tattoos.
The darkness brought a sense of security.
Obito closed his eyes and began to think.
Naruto was clearly on guard, and he needed to be even more careful in his next move.
The Rinnegan must be retrieved.
Infinite Moonlight must be completed.
If the Eye of the Moon plan succeeds, all the humiliation I have suffered and everything I have lost will be made up for in that world with Lin.
When the time comes, he will take everything from Naruto, and he will make Naruto kneel before him and taste conquest.
At the same time, on the top floor of the Chamber of Commerce's main building.
Samyi filed the last document and gently closed the folder.
She turned around and saw Naruto reclining on the sofa, playing with the ornaments on the coffee table.
"President, the tea has gone cold.I'll go and get you a fresh pot."
Heitu asked softly from the side.
"No."
Naruto stood up, reached out, and put his arm around Kurotsuchi.
Black Earth let out a low cry.
"The.president?"
I'm tired today.
As Naruto spoke, he used his strength to lift Kurotsuchi up.
Kurotsuchi instinctively wrapped her arms around Naruto's neck, her heart pounding wildly.
"Please.please put me down."
She protested in a low voice.
"Samui," Naruto said, carrying Kurotsuchi towards the door, "get some rest after you've put away the documents."
"Yes, Chairman."
Samui nodded and watched the two leave the office.
The door closed gently.
The hallway will be quiet now.
Kurotsuchi's cheek was pressed against Naruto's chest.
She should have refused him firmly, she should have struggled and pushed him away.
But her instinct.was actually anticipating.
Her whole body tensed up, then slowly relaxed.
Like a cat resigned to its fate.
"I'm really.hopeless."
Heitu closed her eyes and let him carry her towards that familiar room.
The residence of the Konoha delegation.
After taking a shower, Kurenai came out of the bathroom.
The hot water washed away the fatigue of the journey and temporarily cleared away the turmoil in her mind.
She dried her hair, walked to the window, and looked at the night view of the Land of Waves outside.
The lights were on, and the streets were bustling with traffic.
This place was completely different from the Konoha she knew.
There aren't many rules here, not many secret police units; the air is filled with a free and easy atmosphere.
But Hong felt even more confused.
Here, she was far from her familiar surroundings and those familiar gazes.
But those problems followed her like a shadow, never leaving her side.
A knocking sound suddenly rang out.
Knock knock.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Red, that's me."
Asma's voice came from outside the door, somewhat low and hesitant.
Hong's heart skipped a beat.
She instinctively gripped the collar of her bathrobe, her fingers turning slightly white.
To meet or not to meet?
If we meet, what should we say?
If we don't see each other.how long will we keep hiding?
Her fingers rested on the doorknob, but she didn't move.
Asma waited outside the door for a while, and when no one answered, he sighed softly and turned to leave.
Just as he turned around, Hong's hand, as if possessing its own will, turned the doorknob.
Click.
The door opened.
Asuma turned around and saw Red standing inside the door; his eyes widened slightly.
Hong had just finished showering; her hair was still wet and casually draped over her shoulders.
The loose white bathrobe accentuated her fair and delicate skin.
Her cheeks were flushed a light pink from the steaming hot water, and her jewel-like eyes were still moist, giving her an indescribably delicate appearance.
Asma's breathing clearly stopped.
He stared at the red for several seconds before finally managing to look away.
"Red…I…"
Seeing his hesitant expression, Hong suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable irritation.
All the pent-up emotions from the past few days suddenly surged up.
"Come in." She stepped aside, her tone indifferent.
Asma hesitated for a moment, but still went inside.
The door closed behind me.
The room was very quiet.
Hong walked to the bedside and sat down, continuing to dry her hair with a towel without looking at him.
"Hong, what's wrong with you lately?"
Hong's movements as she wiped her hair were a few beats slower.
"I'm fine."
"You're lying to me."
Asma stepped forward, her tone agitated, "I can tell you've been avoiding me these past few days."
It wasn't like this before, we clearly.We were so good to each other.
Before he could finish speaking, Hong suddenly raised her head and looked straight at him.
"What's so good about us?" Red retorted, her lips trembling."Asma, tell me, what's so good about us?"
Asma was taken aback.
"us..."
"We haven't made anything clear!"
Hong suddenly stood up, dropping her towel on the floor."You didn't confess, and I didn't accept.We're just in a bit of an ambiguous relationship, so why do you keep doing this?"
Her voice grew louder and louder, and her eyes began to redden.
"Now you come to me asking what's wrong?Let me tell you, Asuma, I've had enough!I've had enough of this ambiguous relationship, enough…"
Her words came to an abrupt end.
Asma suddenly stepped forward, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her.
The kiss was rough, carrying a long-suppressed desire.
Hong's mind went completely blank.
She stared wide-eyed at the face so close to hers, at his tightly closed eyes, at his furrowed brows…
A few seconds later, Red finally realized what was happening and began to struggle.
"Ugh.let.let go."
She pushed him with all her might, but Asma was much stronger than her and couldn't budge him at all.
In desperation, Hong bit his lip hard.
Asma, in pain, finally came to her senses and released her.
"you..."
Her red eyes glared at him."What are you doing?What do you take me for?You just walked in and.you're like this?"
Her voice trembled with tears as she shed them.
Asma watched her cry, feeling a mix of emotions welling up inside him.
He stepped forward, wanting to hug her, but Hong suddenly stepped back, her back hitting the door with a dull thud.
"Don't come any closer!"
Hong cried out, her hands tightly gripping the collar of her bathrobe.
Asma stopped and stood there, watching her walk away, tears streaming down her face, and felt a sharp pain in his heart.
"sorry..."
"Hong, I'm sorry… I don't know what's wrong with you lately.We were so close… we were so happy together.I thought we would be together smoothly…"
"I've been so scared and worried about you these past few days.I was afraid something had happened to you, that you'd run into some kind of trouble… but you haven't told me anything, you've just been hiding from me…"
Hong's crying gradually subsided, but tears still flowed uncontrollably.
She leaned against the door, head down, shoulders trembling.
"Asma…" she choked up, "Why… why wasn't it you who came when I was in danger?"
Asma was stunned.
Hong looked up at him, her eyes blurred with tears, "I'm with Kai, do you know that?"
Asma's eyes widened, and all the color drained from his face.
"What did you say?"
"I told you I slept with Kai!"
Hong roared, tears streaming down her face, "Are you satisfied now?You want it too?Come on!I don't care anymore!I'll give it to you, okay?"
As she spoke, she began to untie the straps of her bathrobe.
The movements were fast and hurried, tinged with a self-destructive madness.
Asma quickly rushed forward and firmly grasped her hand.
"Hong!Calm down!"
"How can I stay calm?"
Hong struggled, crying out, "You want it, don't you?I'll give it to you!I already have."
Asma's eyes reddened as he released her hand and turned to walk towards the door.
His back was stiff and rigid, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, radiating a terrifying murderous aura.
"I'm going to find Kai."
He forced out those words through gritted teeth.
"Come back!"
Hong lunged forward and hugged him tightly from behind, crying, "Kai saved me!You're going to fight him?Are you going to kill him?"
"If Kai hadn't arrived in time, and I had been drugged by a bunch of bandit ninjas, what would have happened?Huh?Why are you angry at Caesar?"
Asuma slowly turned around, looking at Kurenai, who was crying her eyes out.The expression on her face changed from anger to shock, and then from shock to bewilderment.
"Robbery ninja?" he murmured.
Hong let go of him, collapsed to the ground, and cried uncontrollably.
"Yes…eight…they used some strange smoke…I…I was hit…if Kai hadn't arrived in time…I…"
She couldn't continue speaking; she just cried.
Asma stood frozen in place like a stone statue, his mind a complete mess.
Eight ninja bandits.
Strange smoke.
Kai saved Hong.
And then they.
He slowly squatted down, reaching out to touch Hong's shoulder, but stopped halfway through.
"red..."
He said with difficulty, "I'm sorry.I.I don't know."
Hong looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears.
Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her face was covered in tear stains, her hair was disheveled and loose, and her bathrobe was undone.She looked disheveled and broken.
She threw herself into his arms, sobbing, "I'm sorry.I'm so sorry.I really don't know what to do."
Asma hugged her stiffly, gently patting her back.
The anger and murderous intent in my heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness and heartache.
"It's alright, it's all my fault, I made you suffer."
He whispered words of comfort, his voice choked with emotion, "It's alright.Hong, don't cry."
Hong cried in his arms for a long time, her cries gradually turning into soft sobs.
Asma held her tightly the whole time, never letting go.
After a long while, Hong finally cried enough.She raised her head, looked at Asma's haggard face, and reached out to touch the wound on his lips.
"Does it hurt?" she asked softly.
Asma shook his head.
Hong bit her lip, then suddenly leaned in and gently kissed the wound.
Asma lowered her head, looking at the red face so close to hers, at her eyes still glistening with tears, and her heart suddenly softened completely.
"Hong…" he called her in a hoarse voice.
Hong didn't answer, but reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him again.
This time, her kiss was gentle, with tears in her eyes.The salty taste of tears carried guilt and longing.
Asma closed her eyes and responded to her kiss.
He gently pulled her back, and the already loosened bathrobe straps came undone completely.
The red one trembled slightly but did not dodge.
She just held Asma tightly, as if she were clutching her last straw.
Asma picked her up.
Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft band of light into the room.
Red lay in the band of light, her skin as smooth as jade, her eyes gleaming with a hazy light.
"Hong," he whispered in her ear, "no matter what you've been through… I'll be with you.It won't happen again.I will protect you."
Her red eyes welled up with tears again.
"Asuma.I'm sorry."
"Don't say sorry, it's not your fault."
Her body gradually relaxed, and her tense nerves finally completely loosened.
Outside the window, the sound of waves crashing echoed.
Inside the room, soft noises and shouts mingled together.
The bed frame creaked slightly, sometimes with a rapid rhythm.
The moonlight moved quietly, and the night deepened.
The room finally quieted down.
Red curled up in Asma's arms, not wanting to move a single finger.
Her hair was damp with sweat and clung to her cheeks, and she was covered with a thin blanket.
Asma held her, gently patting her back.
Red looked at Asuma's face, which was so close to hers, and reached out to touch the stubble on his chin.
"Asuma."
"Um?"
"Are we.considered together?"
Asma kissed her forehead.
"certainly."
Hong laughed happily, found a more comfortable position, and closed her eyes.
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