What if Naruto stopped time and used Vulgar Kaguya? HAREM LEMON (Full Movie)

Hello. If you want to watch exclusive lemon content on what if Naruto, then go to my booie. The first link in the description here contains such hot stories for adults such as what if Naruto was a daddy for Sarata or Kusha and Makoto vulgar Naruto mommies. Follow the link and enjoy. I'm waiting for you. The intelligence and chakra control he had developed with Jirea had polished him. He moved with a quiet efficiency that surprised Sakura who was looking at him out of the corner of her eye with a mixture of pride and a growing restlessness. There was something else about him now. An unabashed confidence that went beyond optimism. Nar, don't get distracted. We must go at full speed. Gara is our ally and a friend of yours, Sakura said, her voice steady, though concerned for her best friend, Hino, and for her ex-boyfriend partner, Suzuk. They were still browsing through his emerald eyes. Narut looked at her with a smile that was no longer just simplicity. She was cunning and a blue flash played in her eyes. It's okay, Sakurachan. I know you're worried about your friend from the arena and he's afraid of Sasuk. But Gara is my first real friend who was a Hinchuriki. No one touches my friends. And I will not be distracted. She paused, her gaze dropping for an instant to the curve of Sakura's hip. a quick visual brush, but loaded with intention that made her blush instantly, at least not until it's appropriate. Sakura took a step back and her fist closed, although the anger did not fully form because the comment was not a mockery, but a naughty and bold insinuation. Nar, control your thoughts. We're on a mission. Kakashi, reading his runchy little orange book while they were walking at an amazing ninja pace, sighed without looking up. You've been warned, Sakura. I think Hiya sensei didn't just teach her the reenin. The road to Suna was a race against time through rocky valleys and gorges. Team 7 was moving like a gust. It was at the midpoint of their journey near the border of the land of the wind where fate or despair made them collide with their ally. Tamari was traveling not with the same pace of a hineriki and his team, but with the speed of a solitary and furious burst. She was coming back from a mission in Kenoa and Gar's message had made her become a sparkler in the desert. The meeting was abrupt. Nar at the tip felt the presence of a powerful Kanoi approaching. He jumped on a rock and saw her. Tamari his usually hard gaze was now red-hot with fear and sneaking to struggling to dominate her. Tamaris Nar exclaimed stopping. Tamari stopped in her tracks, her large closed fan clanking with a thump as it touched the earth. Her emerald green eyes rested on him, examining his growth, his new countenance. Narut Yuzumaki, What are you doing here? Do you know anything about Tamari's voice cracked as she said her brother's name? There was an intensity about her that made her beauty more imposing than ever. His athletic, slender body tensed up, ready for battle or to hear the worst news. Yes, I know. Obachansa sent us. Gar was captured by Akatsuki. Narut confirmed, his tone instantly turning serious. We're here to help. Don't worry, Tamari. We're bringing him back. Tamari took a step forward, desperation throbbing in her voice. And this time, she wasn't the fierce warrior. I know you're going to help, but I don't have time to go to Suna alone. Every second that passes, Cesori and Didara are Narut felt the urgency in her, the sheer anguish. The strategic logic was activated in his mind. She was strong, but they would need healing and a more versatile ninjutsu. Hey, don't worry. Sakura intervened, coming closer and putting her hand gently but firmly on the sand girl's shoulder. I'm a medical ninja, and Kakashi sensei is a genius strategist. Traveling with us is safer and faster than you think. Now, let's go. Every minute counts. Tamari bit her lip, weighing her options. The logic of Kenoa's Konoichi was undeniable. Sakura looked stronger than she remembered, and Narut's new attitude was magnetic. It's okay, but if we are going to Suna, I need to move to the rhythm of the arena. If you're not fast enough, I'll leave you behind, Yuzumaki. Nar approached her. He was so close that Tamari could feel the warmth radiating from his body and the slight smell of ozone that always accompanied his immense chakra. The closeness was not intimidating but a barrier that he had crossed without permission in a bold way that disarmed her. Leave me behind to me. Kanoichi from the arena. I'm not the same idiot from tunin exams. I'm at the peak of my power you know. His voice dropped a whisper heavy with of mischief and an unspoken promise. Besides, why did you want to leave me behind, Tamari? We could enjoy the road, you and I. Tamari's face, hardened by the desert sun and the war, lit up with a blush that she could not control. His mind, concentrated on duty and danger, strayed for an instant into the pure electricity of his insulence. Y, you're crazy, Yuzumaki. Don't even think about that kind of thing. We're talking about my brother. Tamari pulled away, turning sharply to hide the way Nar's chutpa had ignited a spark unexpected in his stomach. Nar laughed, a deep, confident laugh that was new. He didn't apologize. He had simply tried her, and she had responded, even if it was with denial. I know. Come on, Kauashasi sensei. And so, Team 7, now with a temporary and ardent ally, launched into the desert. The tension forg competing with the growing personal tension between the leaf hinchi and the fierce wind warrior. The journey turned into a forced dance. Sakura was in front with Tamari discussing Rukas and medical logistics. Narut and Kauashi stayed a little behind. The sensei reading his book and Nar planning. Nar, you have great chakra control now, but I notice you differently. What happened to the training with Jirea? Did it just teach you to be stronger? Kakashi asked, the visible eye crinkling in suspicion. Narut smiled, the devil's smile. Sensei Hiay Yasama taught me everything he knows and not just about jutzus. He taught me to be a strategist, to use my chakra effortlessly, and to appreciate the beautiful things in life. His gaze immediately turned to Tamari, whose body was moving with a powerful grace. Tamari, for example, she's a warrior, but she's so fiery when she's angry. and Sakura Chan has a temperament that turns me on. I like the fire in them. Kauashasi sighed, closing his Icha. I guess the perverted sage was a master in more ways than one. But concentrate, don't do anything stupid that compromises the mission. I never Narut made a kajaban without throwing himself next to Sakura and Tamari without them noticing. The clone positioned himself next to Tamari and as they jumped over a ravine, the clone extended his hand by accident and grazed Tamari's lower back. Tamari felt an electric current run through her. She turned furious. "Hey, Yuzumaki, watch where you put your hands." "Oh, I'm so sorry," Tamarisan. It was the inertia of the jump. "Let me see if I hurt you." The Naruto clone put his hand now more firmly on her waist, his thumb brushing the edge of her belt. The closeness was overwhelming, his breath in Tamari's ear. You're tougher than you look. A well-trained body. Tamari felt a heat on her cheeks. The kind of heat because I couldn't put it down to the desert sun. This kid was too much. He had become a charming predator. Get your hands off me, you pervert. or I swear I'll cut you off with a blast of my fan." Tamari hissed, though her voice didn't have the venom of the real threat. Rather, it was the warning of someone on the verge of emotional collapse. The clone stepped back, smiling cheekily. "Don't get mad. I'm just kidding. I just wanted to see how fast you were." At that instant, the clone dissipated with a puff of smoke, leaving Tamari in a state of feverish confusion. The real Nar had dissolved it from afar watching Tamari's reaction. Sakura, who saw the interaction, couldn't help but feel upset, a feeling she didn't quite understand. Was it because of Nar's lack of respect for the mission, or because his attention was so blatantly on another woman? She turned around and yelled at Nar, the real one, who was a little further back. Nar, control your clones. We are on a serious mission. Narut ran towards them closing the distance and stood next to Sakura so close that his shoulder brushed hers but Sakurachan that's how I train you have to keep your senses sharp you never know when they are going to attack you and an unexpected brush can be a great test of reflexes while saying this he winked at Sakura and his hand subtly lowered brushing her palm it wasn't a grab but a quick and loaded caress that made Sakura's skin tingle. Besides, Narut muttered just for her. What I just did with Tamaris, I could do better with you when we don't have cockasy sense and watching. What do you say? Could we practice infiltration techniques that require contact? Sakura felt the heat rising to the tips of her ears. He was completely depraved, but the way he said it with that innocent smile that masked such a dirty mind was incredibly effective. She turned around to prevent me from seeing her blush. Shut up, Nar. Just focus on Gajara. Tamari, watching the scene from a few meters ahead, felt a twinge of something akin to jealousy. The stupid blonde not only played with her but also played with Sakura with the same audacity that made her angry. The tension he had started was his. They fell into the routine of traveling. The journey continued for hours and with the evening the pace slowed down. They decided to camp near a small oasis, a rare gift of the desert. Kauashasi with his usual apathy took care of the surveillance and and Narut took care of making a bonfire. With Sakura preparing rations, Tamari, still tense and furious, sat away from them, wiping her fan. Nar approached her with two plates of hot instant ramen. He sat down next to her without waiting for an invitation. Tamari didn't look at him. Why are you so tense? Eat. You need energy, Nar said, holding out a plate to her. I'm not hungry, and I don't need you to cover for me. I'm not your teammate, Tamari replied, voice cold as the night air. No, you're not. You're something more interesting, Nar said, taking a noisy sip of his soup. You're my friend and Gajara's sister. That makes you almost family. Tamari finally turned to look at him, her emerald eyes shining in the moonlight. Don't try to calm me down with your sweet words, Yuzumaki. I'm angry and terrified. I know, Narut said, his voice becoming soft and genuine. He stopped joking. I am too. Gar is amazing and he's my friend. It's difficult. I've been lonely and I know how it feels when the world rejects you. Nar touched his shoulder with one hand. This time, the touching wasn't obscene or blatant. It was pure consolation. Tamari allowed herself to relax for a second under his warm hand. The loneliness and the fear for her brother were too great. If something happens to her, I don't know what I'll do, Tamari admitted, the lump in her throat. Narut moved closer. The distance between them narrowed until there were only a few centimeters left. The air became heavy, not with fear, but with something else. Tamari looked at him, and the intensity in his blue eyes made her shiver. Tamari, listen to me. We're<unk> bringing him back. I promise. Narut's voice was a low whisper. And then the tone rose again, but without losing the closeness. And when we bring him back and we're heroes, I want you to teach me everything a sand ninja knows about the desert. They say the desert is fiery and full of passion. Tamari couldn't help but laugh. A low husky sound. Are you thinking about that right now? On what will we do when this is over? I'm a man of goals, Tamari. Nar leaned in even more. Tamari's gaze was fixed on her lips. The air was vibrating. And you are a goal, a very tempting one. Tamari dropped her ramen on the floor. His breathing quickened. His pulse was pounding. She knew that if he got an inch closer, she wouldn't stop him. But before that happened, a firm, irritated voice cut the tension. Nar, the guard shift. Stop harassing our guest and come and keep watch. Sakura shouted firm the bonfire. She was clearly upset and her chakra was simmering. Narut groaned but not out of frustration but with exaggerated drama. He got up and gave Tamari a playful but full of promise look. You heard Mitsunder teammate. She gets jealous when I play with others. But don't worry, Kanoi of the wind. We will continue this tomorrow and I'm going to remind you of this conversation when you're more receptive. He left, leaving Tamari sitting alone, her heart pounding in her chest, Ramen spilled on the sand, and her head spinning. Was she jealous that Sakura had intervened? Or was she just grateful that he hadn't let her fall into temptation? As Nar walked away, he turned his head and saw Sakura waiting for him with her arms crossed and a murderous look. He approached her with the same cheeky smile. What's the matter, Sakurachan? Tamarrison bothers you. Or do you want some of my personal attention, too? Sakura punched him in the head, which surprisingly he dodged with at an impressive speed. He did not hit it, but the fist passed very close. "You're an idiot. Concentrate!" she screamed, her voice shaking from the frustration of not hitting him and the frustration of the tension he was creating. Naruto laughed, but his voice became soft just for her to hear him. You know that my focus is on you, Sakura. I always have. And now that I've grown up, I can give you all the attention you deserve. Think about me. Think about what we will do when they are not here. And you will see that it is not only Tamar and whom I want to train. He let Sakura in the same state of confusion go well. Then two Tamari. This new Naruto was a double-edged sword, prodigious in ninjutsu, but lethal in the game of seduction. Night loomed over them, and under the cover of the stars, the mission to save the case, had ignited a crossfire of tension and desire between the three figures. Tamari in the distance watched the silhouette of Nar talking to Sakura, her fan closed. The promise of a windstorm competing with the storm of emotions inside. The first part of the journey had barely begun, and the leaf hinchariki had already marked its territory on two more of the Konoichi forts that I knew. The rest of the night felt heavy. Tamari had gone to bed, but not asleep. Every sound, every movement of Nar on his watch shift was amplified. He could feel the pulse of his chakra, that wild and warm power, even from afar. Naruto's audacity, his radical change firm being a clown to a brazen and fiery strategist, was a challenge to his control. She was the lady of the wind, always in control. But he was the first one who made her feel destabilized. For his part, Nar sitting on a rock watching the desert, was not thinking about the danger, but about his goals. Tamari's reaction, the way her face had lit up and her lips had parted on the verge of the kiss was a victory for him. Sakura's failed coup was another confirmation. She was also sensitive to his new attitude. Nar's strategy was simple. Using his newly acquired intelligence and confidence to disarm the women he was interested in, no longer only with optimism, but with pure sensual brazeness. The dawn brought a cold urgency. Kauashasi woke up the team and in less than 5 minutes they were running again. This time Tamari's desperation became palpable and she took the lead. Moving like a whirlwind over the sand and rocks. We have to speed up. If Cesari uses his poison, Garo won't survive. Tamari shouted her voice from suppressed fear. Nar reached her easily moving with an efficiency that even Kauashi noticed with a smile under his mask. Hey, don't rush it. Your chakra depletes faster if you go to the maximum. You have to keep a steady pace. Nar warned, stepping to his side. Tamari stopped abruptly, turning to face him. Her fury channeled to him. You don't tell me how to use my chakra. You idiot. I've been in the desert all my life. My brother is in danger. I can't stop myself. Nar put his hands on her shoulders, physically stopping her. The difference in height and the muscle mass he had gained were remarkable. Her fingers sank slightly into the fabric of his jacket. Feeling the firmness of his structure. Listen to me, warrior. Her voice was low, a contained roar that forced her to listen to him. If you get exhausted, you'll be a drag. And I can't let you fall. I need you to be my support and my guide in the arena. I need you to trust that we'll have your back. Okay. The closeness was too much. Tamari was caught by the intensity of his gaze. The words were strategically correct, but the way he held her, the way the warmth of his hands penetrated her was purely personal. "I I don't need you to hold me," Tamari stammered, but she didn't move. "I needed her. I needed him." "Maybe not, but I want to hold you," Narut replied. His smile was that of a winner, knowing that he had pushed her to the limit. He loosened his grip only to move his thumbs in a slow, deliberate circle over her shoulders, an innocent rub that felt like a bold caress. Now calm down and breathe. We need you strong. When we get to Suna, if you need to vent, you can unload all that tension on me. We can have a Taiutu match or something else. Tamari shot him a look that contained fire and ice. He was absolutely unbearable. If you want me to unload my tension on you, Yuzumaki, it will be with a level three cutting wind, which will send you flying to Canoa. Mom, I like that you're aggressive, Narut said, bringing his face a little closer, his breath hot in his ear. But don't think I won't defend myself. And if you knock me down, I'll make sure you fall down with me. Before Tamari could respond, Kauashi appeared at her side. That's enough, kids. Tamari, Narut is right. You need to save your energy. We are close to Sunna's limit, but the road will become more difficult. Kauashi said his lazy I not missing the intense interaction. Nar, go to Sakura. I want you to check his medicine cabinet and make sure he's not missing anything. It sounds like you're more interested in what Tamari has to offer than the mission. Kakashi's tone was joking, but the truth of the accusation made the romantic tension become a team issue. Narut nodded releasing Tamar and reluctantly. He approached Sakura who was looking at him with her arms crossed and I was about to kill you expression on her face. See Sakur Chan. The sensei wants us together. Nar said mischievously walking beside him. Don't get confused, Narut. He wants you to check the equipment. Don't you dare touch my purse unless you want to lose a hand. Sakura threatened. Nar laughed. Take it easy. I know how to ask. Although to tell the truth, I prefer to explore other things that you have saved. Sakura felt a twinge of excitement and anger. Idiot. If you ever talk to me like that again, I swear to you. Do you swear that you will beat me like the other time? You know I dodged him. If I dodged him, it means I was provoking you on purpose. And if I provoke you, it's because I like to see you with that angry face. Nar lowered his voice. His gaze met hers and a slow fire ignited in his eyes. You're so beautiful when you get angry, Sakur Chan. Your face lights up. It makes me want to silence you. He wasn't kidding. The intensity in his voice was genuine. Sakura stopped. This was not the same Narut. He was a man with a palpable desire, focused on her and Tamari. No, don't do it. Sakura murmured, her voice barely a whisper. Make me think about you. I can't help it. You have always been my inspiration. Now that I'm up to it, I'm going to let you know how much I want you. Naruto said, and then with the abruptness of a child, he leaned down, not to kiss her, but to whisper something in her ear that only she could hear. Something so daring and suggestive that made her wobble. I like your new strength. I wonder if you are so strong in all areas. We could find out tonight. You could dominate me. Sakura stood motionless, her face on fire. Before he could react, Narut had pulled away, running to the front to cover Tamari. Kakasi just chuckled, reading his book. It seems that Hiya sensei was a good tutor in all the arts. The team arrived at the sand village with the sun on high. The atmosphere was one of silent panic. The Suna ninjas greeted them with relief and despair. Tamari's plan was to enter immediately, but they were informed that Chillo and Ebizo, the village counselors, wanted to talk to them before any impulsive move. The meeting was held in the case office, which is now empty. Tamari was on the verge of nervous explosion. We can't wait. Cesari and Dedara must be far away from here. Tamari banged on the table, her wind chakra shaking the air. Don't worry, Tamari Chillo. the elderly counselor said with grim wisdom. The tracking is ongoing. We can't rush it. Nar interjected, his new intellect glowing. With all due respect, Kiosama Akatsuki doesn't move without a plan. They need a safe place to extract the big one. He approached a map of the desert. If we move now and use my ability to track Chakra, we could reduce their advantage. But Tamarisan is right. We can't risk Gar dying. Narut's voice was so intelligent and measured that it surprised everyone. Sakura looked at him admiringly. Tamari looked at him with a mixture of respect and a growing attraction to his leadership. I could use my clones to go in different directions and cover more ground. But I will need someone to guide me in the desert. Someone who knows the wind currents and the shelters, Nar said, looking directly at Tamari. Tamari nodded without a second thought. I'll come with you. Chillo reluctantly agreed. Kauashi would also go, and Sakura, ready for combat and healing. All right, we leave in an hour. Get some rest and restock, Kauashi ordered. Narut and Tamari found themselves alone for a moment in a secluded hallway before the exit. The hour of rest was a farce. The tension between them was so dense that it could be cut with a cune. Thank you for that, for talking to Kiosama, Tamari said, her voice softer than she had allowed herself in days. You seem to have matured, Yuzumaki. I did it. I'm not the same kid. And you, you look even more beautiful than before, Narut said bluntly. He approached her. Could you stop flirting? We are about to embark on the most dangerous mission of my life. Tamari exclaimed, her breathing labored. That's precisely why. We don't know if we'll be back. Don't you think we should take advantage of the moment while we have it? Nar didn't have time to reply. He shortened the final distance. And this time it was not a brush. It was a total raproman. He put a hand on her cheek and kissed her. It wasn't a boyfriend's kiss. It was a voracious impulsive kiss loaded with the frustration of fear, the urgency of the mission, and the affronttery of his new personality. Tamari's lips were firm and hot, and although she took a second to react, she responded with a ferocity that only a desert warrior could offer. Tamari's fan gently tapped the wall behind her in surprise. She grabbed his t-shirt and pushed him towards the wall, deepening the kiss with an intensity that almost took his breath away. The warmth of both was palpable. It was the relief she needed and the conquest he was looking for. His hands ran down her back, feeling the tension in her muscles. She arched her body against him, seeking more contact. The world had been reduced to touch, to taste, to the fiery exchange of unspoken promises. But Tamari's discipline was strong. With a groan of frustration, she turned away from him, her face red, her lips glowing from the encounter. Yuzumaki, don't do that again. Fear and panting. Her voice was a horse whisper, but her eyes were filled with pentup desire. Narut smiled, triumphant and panting. I will, and you know it. This is my promise that I will bring your brother to you. And when I do, you're going to be mine, Tamari, completely. She did not deny it. She simply turned, her war fan in hand, and walked out of the hallway. Come on, we have no time to waste. She screamed, her voice trying to sound like the leaders, but it was noticeably higher pitched. Nar followed her with an even bigger smile. His strategy was working perfectly. The journey continued, now with a much deeper emotional charge. The exchanges between Narut and Tamari from that moment on, would be a constant mixture of military orders and lustladen glances. The arrival in Sunno was a shock of reality. The burning desert sun seemed to have evaporated not only water but also hope. Team 7 and Tamari entered the village at noon, finding an atmosphere of palpable fear. The faces of the shinobi in the arena were ashen. They were immediately led to the main building where Baky, the sensei of the three brothers of the arena, was waiting for them. His usually stoic countenance was marked by grave concern. Tamari, it's a good thing you came back, Baky said. His relief was brief and turned into pure professionalism. The report is worse than we feared. Gar was captured a day ago by Didara. But the immediate problem is Kanguro. Kanguro. What happened to him? Tamari pald. All the romantic audacity of a few minutes ago vanished, replaced by brotherly anguish. He tried to stop Dara on his way out, but the second attacker, his former comrade Cesari, ambushed him. "Kanguro is severely poisoned." "The poison is lethal. Our medical ninjas can't neutralize it. It's a toxin they've never dealt with before," Baky explained, pointing to a nearby door with a shake of his head. Without saying a word, Tamari shot out towards the infirmary. Sakura with Tsunad's fury and determination courarssing through her veins immediately stepped forward. Take me to him. I was trained by the quinta cage. If it's a chakra based poison, I can counteract it. If it's not, at least I can buy time. Sakurachan, be careful, Narut warned him, his voice low. He looked at her with genuine admiration. It was in these moments of crisis that Sakura, the medical kanoici, became the most formidable. Sakura did not hesitate. I'll do my best. She and Kakashi followed Baky, disappearing into the infirmary. Nar was left alone in the hallway. The sudden stillness was strange, the silence only broken by the gentle murmur of the ninjas in the distance. It was a tense, calm moment before the storm. Tamari left Kangaro<unk>'s room, her eyes wet, but her face was already recovering the warriors mask. She was furious. Cesori, that [ __ ] traitor. How dare he? It's the same poison that their puppets used, but more potent. Kanguro can barely breathe. Sakura is working on it, but even she looks worried. Timar and clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms. Nar walked slowly towards her, getting a few inches closer. The hallway was empty, and the urgency of life and death surrounded them, but that only made the energy between them more intense. See, Tamari, Narut whispered, his voice a deep conspiratorial murmur. Fate gives us a sign. Sakura Chan is the only one who can save Kanguro, and she must stay here to do it. Kauasi sensei should supervise and help. That means the tracking, the pursuit of Dara, the rescue mission. He leaned closer, his lips brushing Tamari's earlobe, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down the entire spine of the arena. Kanoichi, it's a job for two. You, the guide of the arena. I, the power of the leaf. We're in this alone, Tamari. Completely. Tamari shuddered. The audacity of using the tragedy to stoke his personal tension was brazen, but he couldn't deny the truth. Sakura and Kauashi were trapped here. Gar's mission, time running out, had thrown the two of them into a situation of forced intimacy. You You are hopelessly shameless," Tamari hissed, though the electricity of his words was more of nervousness than offense. "I am. I'm a lot of things you didn't expect." He smiled mischievously. His hand reached up and with incredible softness stroked his jawline. "And I'm going to use everything I have to bring your brother back to you. And I'm going to use the other part of me, the one you like so much, even if you don't admit it, to keep you focused and burning on the mission." She pulled away abruptly. The contact was too much. If she stayed a second longer, she would surrender to the urgency he represented. Make no mistake, Yuzumaki. My focus is on Gajara. If you dare to waste my time with your perversions, I swear I'll tie you to a stick and leave you to get burned by the desert sun. Tamari pulled her fan from her back, opening it with a threatening sound. Nar, unfazed, only intensified his smile. I like the threat. It does not mean that I am not indifferent. But I know you wouldn't. You need me. And let's be honest, you need this tension. It's the only thing keeping you sane right now. He walked away and went to a nearby fountain to drink water. Tamari looked at him, feeling her knees shaking. He was right. The desperation for Gar, the fear, everything was being channeled into that intense sexual energy that he was creating. It was a dangerous escape, but an irresistible one. While Tamari was organizing the tracking with Sunna's ninjas, Narut went to the infirmary to talk to Sakura. He wanted to see Kanguro and make sure his partner was okay. Upon entering, the atmosphere was sterile and tense. Kanguro was unconscious, his skin slightly grayish. Sakura was focused, a vein of sweat running down her Sue 100 as she channeled healing chakra with incredible precision. working on an antidote. Kauashi was watching with Grandma Chillo. Sakurachan, how are you? Nar asked, his voice softer and full of concern. Sakura looked up. Her emerald eyes were of pure stress and concentration. Poison is powerful, Nar. It attacks the nervous system and paralyzes the organs. It is an improved version of Cesor's poison. I need to concentrate on analyzing the composition and creating an antidote in less than 3 hours or Kangaro will die. The seriousness in the atmosphere hit him. He approached her. Kauashi and Chillo were discussing the technical details, giving Nar a moment of privacy with his teammate. "You are the best, Sakura. You're going to make it, but get some rest. You're exhausted," Narut said, his hand reaching out. This time, Sakura didn't move away. She was on the edge. Her strength was failing. When Narut's hand took his, it was an anchor that connected her to the earth. He squeezed gently. "Nar, I'm so scared," she murmured. The mask of hardness falling for an instant. "If I fail, he will die." "And Gara, I can't fail you all." Nar put his game aside for a moment, channeling pure empathy. You will not fail. I know you are strong, Sakura. the strongest one I know. Trust in your training with Grandma Tsunady. As their eyes connected and he gave her his support, his voice became lower, the tone returning to that of a bold bow. Although still in the frame of consolation, "When you're done, when you save Kanguro and save the day, I'll make sure you relax. I will take you back to Canoa and give you a recovery treatment that does not. You'll forget, and he won't be a doctor." Sakura blinked. Even on the verge of collapse, he was flirting with her, promising her a physical and emotional release. He was irritating, but his genuine tone and the strength of his grip were exactly what I needed to focus. Idiot. Concentrate. She withdrew her hand abruptly, but the electricity, the contact, and the promise remained. Just worry about bringing Gahara. And you don't even think about distracting Tamari with your nonsense. She's too serious for your stupid game. Sakura was jealous. And Nar knew it. She was not only worried about the mission, but about the fact that he would go on an intimate chase with another woman. Nar gave him a wide smile, one that promised the game wasn't over. Don't worry, I'll make Tamari focus and I'll make sure she enjoys the experience. And don't worry, Sakurachan. I have plans for you to when we get back. You'll be the first on my patient list. He walked out of the infirmary, leaving Sakura with her heart pounding with a mixture of panic for Kanguro and a burning and inappropriate desire for her partner. She forced herself to concentrate, focus on the poison, but the image of Nar's promise stuck in his mind. The rescue team was ready to leave. Chio, with her gloomy wisdom, insisted on joining to everyone's surprise. Cesori is my grandson and a genius of poisons. My knowledge is necessary, the old woman declared. Kauashi nodded. The more the marrier. But we need to move fast. Tamari and Narut took the lead with Kauashi and Chillo following. All right, Yuzumaki. We have a faint trail, but it points east towards the riverlands, Tamari said, his commanding voice. I will use my knowledge of the region. You will use your tracking ability and your chakra to keep up. Done. But you're going next to me, Tamari. Naruto said, "If you feel something, a trap, a tracking, a chakra, a change in temperature, tell me about it. I need you to trust me with your life." Tamari did not argue at that moment. In that life or death mission, he was her only option. They began to run through the village and into the desert. Nar's speed was amazing and Tamari could barely follow him using her wind chakra to propel herself. Nar noticing her effort did not leave her behind but adjusted to a perfect rhythm. As they jumped over a wall of noise, Nar took Tamari's hand. It wasn't an act of flirting. It was to secure her jump. But the contact was maintained. His hand was big, powerful, and warm. Tamari allowed herself to enjoy that contact for a second. the urgency of life that he conveyed. The desert is restless, Tamari said, her voice calmer. There's something in the air. The sand doesn't lie. I'm not lying, Tamari. And what I feel now is pure electricity, Nar replied. His gaze met hers in the middle of the race. We are talking about the arena. She screamed. I'm talking about us, Nar replied, not losing his breath or his rhythm. We can't deny what happened in the hallway. Me, Tamari. It was a start and I promise you when we come back I will finish what I started with or without your permission. But for now, use it. Use this tension. Use it to run faster. Use it to fight harder. Narut wasn't just running. He was blowing up the book. Boundary between camaraderie and desire. Using danger as an aphrodesiac. Tamari couldn't help it. The adrenaline of the chase, the memory of the kiss, and Nar's absolute brazeness ignited a wild flame inside. She squeezed his hand, returning his grip and propelled herself with the wind, momentarily overtaking Nar. If you catch up with me, Yuzumaki, maybe I'll give you a reward. Tamari shouted over her shoulder, a wild and dangerous smile drawing on her lips. Narut laughed, a laugh of pure joy and victory. I accept the challenge, Kanoichi, of the wind, but it will be a reward that we will both enjoy, and with that promise, I would not hesitate to fulfill. Nar activated his wind element jutzu, which he had been training with Hiya to complement his natural affinity, giving him a strategic versatility, overcoming it at an impressive speed. The chase had begun, and with it, a more dangerous and fiery game of hunting than Tamari had ever imagined. The desert stretched out before them like an endless canvas of golden dunes, but for Narut and Tamari. The world had shrunk to the short distance between their moving bodies. Running side by side, the chase had morphed into a highstakes seduction race. Team Kauashi and Grandma Chillo were on the trail, but Narut and Tamari at the tip were a couple of elements. The wind of her forcing the rhythm, the dense chakra, and the cunning of him maintaining the anguish. Claud Yuzumaki, if you're going to follow the trail, focus. I can't concentrate if I feel like you're staring at my ass all the time, Tamari snapped. Though her tone was more of warning than actual threat. Nar laughed, jumping over a mound of sand with impressive ease. I'm not looking at your ass, Tamari. I'm looking at the target, he replied with a tone of voice full of double antandres. And your goal is a very well-defined goal, by the way. an athletic body. A warrior should be in shape. It inspires me to run faster. You inspire me to hit. Try it. But if you do, we'll stop. And I don't think you want to stop me now, do you? Not until we're exhausted from chasing a Katsuki, Narut suggested, bowing his head mischievously. The adrenaline was flowing, and the desert with its vast horizons felt strangely intimate. She felt the raw power of her chakra, the warmth emanating from it so close. It was a presence I couldn't ignore. Suddenly, Nar felt a vibration on the ground. A subtle but dangerous jutzu. A trap. Careful. A land trap. Close up. Down. Nar shouted. His reaction was instantaneous. Before Tamari could process the threat, Naruto pushed her with a controlled but relentless force. Against a rock formation that barely offered a shelter. The activated trap was a network of chakra wires that cut through close. Rock with precision. The push was not a simple movement. Nar crushed her against the rock, covering her with his own body. The position was more than compromised. Her body was pressed firmly against his, her breathing heaving on his neck, his big muscular hands anchoring her against the stone. The friction of their bodies was total from shoulder to knee. The danger had passed, but the position was held for a moment, too long for decency. Tamari felt her own breathing quickened by fear and now by electricity. Her fan by surprise had closed. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Naruto asked, his voice low and raspy right in her ear. Although he feigned concern for safety, the way his body molded to hers was not accidental. Tamari could barely speak. His mind, usually so sharp, was clouded by the contact. She was not a Canoa girl with shy rules. She was a warrior of the arena. And this friction, this forced intimacy aroused in her an uncontrollable ferocity. I'm I'm fine. Get off me, Yuzumaki. Someone might see us. Tamari pushed slightly, feeling the warmth under her jacket. Nar retreated a couple of inches, but stayed close, his face still dangerously close to hers. Her blue eyes sparkled with victory and a bold promise. I care about your safety, and I don't care if they see us. Isn't that how we prepare for combat? Increasing trust and warmth among colleagues. Tamari turned and freed herself firm his grip with a sharp movement. Her heart hammering into her chest with a fury and a passion she couldn't make out. We're not partners, Yuzumaki. We are allies in an emergency, and I don't need you to teach me how to protect myself. Just focus on finding the chakra trace. She screamed. Her face was so lit up that it seemed that the desert heat had come up only for her. Nar didn't miss a beat. Of course, but if the danger forces us to hug each other again next time, don't complain about what could happen if we are too close. He stepped forward, smiling cheekily. Tamari stayed behind for a second, touching the spot where their bodies had been pressed together. This kid, he was a strategic genius, yes, but his perversion was his most dangerous weapon. The group of Kauashi and Chillo caught up to the two leaders. Kakashi seeing Tamari's agitated face and Narut's satisfied smile simply sighed. Jirea, what the hell did you teach this kid? At that instant on the horizon, four ninja silhouettes emerged. They were not from Hadara and Cesori, but the Gui team Kakashi sensei. We found them. The Gui team, it looks like they are being attacked. Nar shouted. The situation quickly became clear. They were not Akatsuki but flying clones of Kisum and Itachi created to stop their pursuers. Kauashi understood the strategy immediately. Akatsuki was trying to buy time. Narut, Tamari, Kiosama, keep going. We<unk>ll take care of this. Kauashi ordered, pointing to the decoys. The Gui team can take care of the Kissum clones, but I need to stop the Itachi clone. We can't waste any more time. But Kakashi sensei, we need all the strength to save Gajara. Itachi is. It's not them. They're decoys. Nar, we won't waste any more time. Me and the gui team can handle this. Go on. Didar's trail is hot. Tamari didn't wait. The fear for his brother was greater than any caution. Come on, Yuzumaki. Narut nodded. He turned to Kauashi. Be careful, Sensei. and Sakurachan tell her that the reward hasn't been cancelled. It's just been postponed. He shouted with a smile before launching into the race now. Yes, the composition of the team had changed in the most crucial way. Kakashi stayed behind with the Gui team. Grandma Chio, due to her age and the intensive use of chakra with puppets, lagged a little, keeping her distance. Narut and Tamari were alone in the desert. The sunlight was beginning to slant and the desert was preparing for its cold night embrace. The isolation intensified the game. The dialogues became more private, more direct. Tamari was no longer shouting, but whispering instructions. The trail leads to the caves of the country of rivers. It is a refuge area. Cesari should have prepared her. We can't get any closer without a plan, Tamari hissed, moving with the grace of a panther. Nar caught up to her, his breathing deep and steady. I'll take care of the plan. My clones can inspect the area, but I need to know where to land without being seen. Any high places. Tamari pointed to a rocky outcrop with the tip of her fan. But it's dangerous. There could be Dara air ambushes. They reached the crag and the climb was a physical challenge. Nar used his strength to climb quickly while Tamari used his wind to propel himself. At one point, Tamari slipped. "Youaki, hold on!" Nar didn't grab her by the hand. He took her by the waist with both hands, lifting her up with a quick and easy movement and placed her on the edge of the crag. The difference in strength was undeniable. Tamari, with her feet on solid ground, felt his grip still on her waist. The abruptness of the action had been saved by his strength. She was so close to him that I could see every twinkle in her blue eyes. "Don't let go of me. If you fall, there is no turning back," Narut said. His tone was a mixture of tactical seriousness and a clear underlying intent. Her hands stayed on her waist. "And if I don't want you to let go," Yuzumaki. This time, the question was not a threat, but a seductive challenge that Tamari dared to throw. The fear forg was being channeled into this bold provocation. Narut smiled, the salesman's smile. That makes it more interesting because I have no intention of letting you go, Tamari. Not until we're out of danger. I like having you around. So, I know you're not tempted to run away. I didn't run away from anything, especially from a challenge. Tamari lifted her chin, allowing the tension to simmer. Nar leaned over. His breath was hot against his face. He wasn't looking at her lips. I was looking at the intensity in her emerald eyes. He knew she was about to get out of control. You know, the night in the desert is cold. But don't worry, if we have to spend the night here, I know how to keep us both very warm. Tamari couldn't resist. She was the aggressor on the battlefield, and he had invaded her territory. She raised a hand, not to hit him, but to stroke his cheek. A gesture that surprised even the cunning Narut. "You're an idiot, but an idiot who is about to save my brother," Tamari whispered. She came closer, breaking the last centimeter of space, and their lips met again in a loaded kiss. "This kiss was not a hallway outburst. It was a kiss of need, of adrenaline, of a promise to unfulfilled, who demanded to be relieved. She kissed him with the force of the wind, and he responded with the power of his chakra, drawing her even closer. Her hands left her waist to explore her back. The closeness was total. Tamari felt like she was about to drown in desire. But just as passion threatened to consume them, a high-pitched scream echoed in the distance. "Nar, the trail. He's moving." It was Chillo who had reached the crag. his old eyesight failing in the darkness, but his sense of urgency was clear. Nar and Tamari separated, their breaths labored. The kiss had been brief, but it left Tamari feeling completely untidy, her hair down, and her heart beating like a war drum. Nar instantly pulled himself together, his face returning to that of a focused strategist. Another point had been made. We have to move. The trail leads to the cave. Tamari, tell me the fastest route. Tamari wiped her lips with the back of her hand, her eyes shining. Yes, Yuzumaki, I promised you a reward if you caught up with me. But if you want the ultimate reward, you'll have to earn it. Bring my brother back. And I swear to you, you won't know what hit you. The challenge was launched. The hunt for the hunt had turned into a fiery and dangerous hunt. The race through the desert ended abruptly at the entrance of a cave. The trace of Chakra was unmistakable, dense, and sinister. They had arrived. The atmosphere on the cliff was oppressive, laden with the smell of wet rock and an unmistakable trail of gunpowder, courtesy of Dedara. Tamari had stepped forward, her face a mask of fear and fury. Narut was at his side, his fist clenched, and the Ninetales chakra swirling, albeit controlled. The cave is sealed. Tamari shouted, hitting the seal with the flat part of her fan. We need to break this five-pronged seal. There's no time. Tamari Kiosama, stand back. Narut didn't hesitate. The image of Gara, his first hiniki friend, was in danger. The game of seduction stopped. Now there was only the mission. He concentrated a massive amount of chakra in his right fist. A concentration that Sakura would have taken months to master. But which for this new Narut was an act of pure will and prodigious control. It was not a brute force but a focused precision reen. The reenan impacted the seal with the force of a meteorite not exploding but nullifying and disintegrating the ceiling jutzu. The chakra shockwave was brutal. The cave wall disintegrated, revealing a cavernous space. In the center, hovering over a circle of a katsuki jenjitsu clones that masked the extraction of the big was Gar. The vision hit Tamari with the force of a level five cutting wind. Gara was motionless without the sand gourd and her face, that face I had known since they were children, was expressionless, pale, and lifeless. Tamari fell to her knees, the fan slipping from her hands. Gara, no. Chillow approached with narrowed eyes. The Ichibi has been extracted. Him? He's dead. The shock turned into a cold fury in Narut. There were no tears, just a concentrated rage that lit her blue eyes with a scarlet glow. Two real figures emerged from the darkness. Dedara, sitting on his clay bird with a mocking smile. And so her side cesori inside her humanoid scorpion-shaped puppet. Well, well, it seems that the canoa hair is quite fast. What a pity that they were late. The case is already in a better existence, he motioned Hidara while Suave rose slightly. This is nothing but a distraction. We've already wasted too much time here, Cesori said in his dry monochromatic voice through the puppet's mouth. Narut didn't waste a single second on flirtations or empty threats. His mind, now focused, mapped out the strategy. Didara, the one who flies, is the immediate threat. Cesari, the puppeteer, the fixed threat. Kiosama, Tamari, the one who flies, is the priority. I'll distract him. Tamari, use all your wind power to restrict his movement. Kiosama, I need you to track him down and throw chakra threads at him. If we can immobilize him, we can force a direct confrontation. His voice was that of a commander, clear and authoritative. Tamari, despite her pain, stood up, her anger channeling into Narut's plan. He wasn't the idiot. He was the leader I needed. Understood. Yuzumaki. If that bird moves, I shoot it down. Tamari opened her fan and got into position. Stupid people. They will not be able to against Dara's art. Katsu, Dedara shouted, throwing small spheres of explosive clay. Narut executed a kajjabin without no jutzu, but this time with an impressive subtlety. He did not create dozens of clones, but 10, and immediately launched them with the instant exchange jutzu towards Dara, covering them with a veil of wind chakra to increase their ascent speed. Try that, clay ninja. I will force you to play on my turf. The distraction worked. Dedara was forced to deflect his blasts while Tamari took advantage of the confusion to launch incessant gusts of wind, forcing the bird to zigzag and lose height. Cesari, seeing his partner under pressure, intervened. The tail of his puppet spread out, loaded with poison, pointing at Nar. You're a nuisance, Genanon from Canoa. You don't have the subtlety to confront me, Cesori muttered. I'm not a Genanon, and I don't need subtlety against a puppet. I need power. Nar using the little breathing time his clones gave him concentrated chakra in his left hand. But instead of a standard reen, he applied his wind affinity, creating a wind jutzu that he learned in his training with Jirea to increase the lethality of his physical attacks. Element of wind sudden pressure chakra. The attack was a blow loaded with compressed air, powerful enough to repel Cesar's poison attacks, but accurate enough not to damage Gajara's body. Nar moved with the intelligence of Shikamaru and the ferocity of a predator, Tamari. Seeing Narut's tactical skill and his perfect control of the child, wind in jutzu, he felt a surge of heat that wasn't just adrenaline. He was not only powerful, he was the ideal version of a shinobi. The battle was divided. the wind of Tamari and the clones of Nar against the aerial art of Didara and the real Narut together with Chio against Cesori. Chillo using his chakra threads tried to immobilize the puppet. Cesori with his superior knowledge of puppets defended himself with ease, throwing poisonous needles with amazing speed. We need you to buy us some time, Nar. I can't reach the core with him in that body. Screamed Squeal. Roger that. Narut lunged at Cesori, not with jutzus, but with pure tai jutzu, combining his speed with the fox chakra to increase the force of his punches. Cesori had to use the mechanical arms of her puppet to lock her in her dress. Nar's every stroke was a tremor. You're no match for an immortal puppet. Brad, time will consume you. I have no time to waste and I have no intention of consuming you, Cesori. I want to destroy you. Nar shouted, his fist hitting the shell of the puppet with a force that made the metal squeak. Dedara, annoyed by Narut's tenacity, exclaimed, "Cesori, don't waste your time. We're leaving." "No, my art should be appreciated," Cesori said. And then, with a restrained fury, he turned to Nar. "You, Brat, have damaged one of my master creations. I will show you my immortal art form." Cesari broke Chio's chakra threads and got rid of the puppet's body. He revealed his true form, the young red-haired body that housed his life core. The image was shocking, youthful, but devoid of emotion. Tamari in midair, paused for an instant, shocked by the revelation. That's that's his original body. Nar, be careful. That is its weak and strong point at the same time. Screamed Squeal. Cesori smiled scornfully. Now, boy, show me if your power is more than mere youth. It's time for you to taste my real poison. Cesar's red hair stood up like snakes, and the confrontation became personal and intimate. The real battle, the duel of power and resistance, was about to begin. The tension had dissipated in the adrenaline of the fight, but Tamari's gaze supernatural. Naruto said it all. her life, that of her brother, and the fulfillment of the promise, now depended on the cunning and power of this prodigious and brazen Hinchiki. The air in the cavern vibrated with the revelation of Cesor's true form. The red-haired young man, with his core of life exposed, was one more threat, personal, more lethal. As Cesori was preparing to release the poison from his bionic tail, Dedara, sitting on his clay bird, smiled disdainfully. I'm sorry, Cesorid Dana, but I'm not going to wait for you to have fun. We've already wasted too much time. The case is ours, and I'll take it. Dara took Gajara's body from the extraction platform and quickly rose towards the opening of the cave. Nar's reaction was pure instinct. Anger and determination for his friend overrode any other thoughts. Gajara, you're not taking him. Nar didn't hesitate. She looked at Tamari, whose eyes were fixed on her brother, paralyzed with shock and despair. Then he looked at Chillo, the only one who could face Cesori at that moment. Tamari, Chillo Sama, you guys take care of Cesori. It's his grandmother. He's from the sand. I'll take care of that crazy blonde and my friend. I'm not going to let him get away. Without waiting for an answer, Narut concentrated Chakra on his feet and jumped with explosive force, chasing the clay bird. His speed was incredible. An orange blur shooting out of the cave into the sunset sky. Tamari blinked. Her heart shrank. Nar had chosen her and screeched for the most dangerous enemy. I entrusted them with the battle that affected them the most. While he took the solitary responsibility of the persecution, it was a leader's decision, and the weight of her confidence hit her harder than any good. Cutting Yuzumaki, wait. Don't go alone, Tamari shouted. But Nar was already just a dot in the sky. Following Didara with frantic speed, Cesori, annoyed by his partner's interruption and escape, turned his attention to the two women. How rude. Two women and an old woman against Cesor's art. This will be quick. Tamar and closed his fan and pointed it directly at the puppeteer. All his frustration, fear, and the new and powerful admiration for Nar channeled into his wind chakra. Shut up, Cesari. We're going to destroy you. Sama squealled at my signal. Focus on the core. I'll give you wind cover. Tamari had become the leader that the situation demanded, driven by the trust that Narut had placed in her. The battle between Tamari Bara shrieked and Cesori broke out with a brutal ferocity. A dance of wind and chakra threads against poison and puppets. Meanwhile, Narut and Dedar's chase was a show of speed and power in the sky. Dedara, confident in his aerial advantage, was taunting Nar from above. Oh, look at the leaf. Hinchuriki, believing that you can catch the art that rises. It's useless. [ __ ] is an explosion and you're just a nuisance. Shut the [ __ ] up, little hands. You are not an artist. You're a thief and I'm going to kick your dyed blonde ass. Nar used the instant swap jutzu again. Suddenly appearing about a kajabunzan I had sent earlier. He propelled himself with a massive jump shortening the distance. Take this element of wind leaf reen. Nar combined his reen with his wind affinity. An attack that spun with the power of a small typhoon. The precision of the attack was lethal. Dedara was forced to swerve his clay bird sharply, losing altitude. Narut's attack was not only powerful, but tactically smart, forcing him to expend defensive chakra. You're an annoying ninja, and you have amazing chakra control for a genon. Dedar growled. I already told you I'm not a genon, and I won't let you go. Gar is my friend. The chase continued four miles through valleys and canyons until an exasperated Dedara stopped on a desolate crag to confront Nar. The blonde sat on his bird with Gar's inert body by his side. "All right, brat. You had your moment of showing off. Now it's time for the big play. I'll show you why [ __ ] is immortal." Nar stood in front of him, his gaze fixed on Gajara's body. The anger in his eyes was deep, but his mind was calm. I have to immobilize him, not destroy him. I need to get the body back. Come on, artist. Let's see if your art is fast enough to stop this. Nar concentrated chakra in his hand, preparing a reen. But instead of throwing it immediately, he used his new intelligence, Kajban without no jutsu. 10 clones instantly appeared not to fight but to surround Dara creating a chakra cage. Five rushed towards Dara while the other five rushed towards Gajara's body. Dedar was furious. Art explodes. He doesn't get cornered. Dara's explosions were massive consuming the clones. But the second distraction was enough. Narut, the real one, launched himself into the smoke, not towards Dara, but towards Gajara. The struggle was one of ingenuity and determination. Dedar, realizing it, had to sacrifice an arm of her clay to protect Gajara. You [ __ ] brat. You're smarter than you look. I am. And now get ready because I'm not going to let you get away. Nar and Dara engaged in a battle of explosions and speed. Back in the cave, Tammeric and I were fighting for their lives against Cesori, the immortal puppeteer. Cesori's true form was terrifying. His poison tail moved with incredible speed. Tamari used her fan with a ferocity she had never shown. His cutting winds were precise, constantly searching for Cesor's core, that point of vulnerability. The wind is powerful, girl, but my poison is the beauty that lasts. Cesori scoffed. Chillo using her chakra threads guided Tamari with her intimate knowledge of her grandson's weaknesses. Tamari louder. You need a gust that forces him to move. My core is failing. Tamari concentrated a gigantic amount of wind chakra. Feeling the effort in her lungs and muscles. He remembered Narut's look, that confidence he had given him. He expected her to win. Element of wind. Great blinding oz. Tamari's jutzu was a cyclonic force, a wall of air that leveled the cave, forcing Cesori to use his own body as a shield to protect his core. The attack destroyed much of the spare puppets that Cesori had hidden. "You're a nuisance, but you haven't damaged the heart of my art." Cesori shouted. Chillo seized the moment. "Now, Tamari, use your fan to concentrate the force. I'll distract him with my father and mother puppets." The old lady released her two most precious puppets. The combat turned into a brutal dance of puppets and wind. The granddaughter and grandmother fighting for Gar's life and their own. Tamari, exhausted, watched as Chillo sacrificed herself to immobilize Cesari, allowing Tamari a chance for Gar and for Narut, who trusted me. Tamari shouted and launched one last desperate gust of concentrated wind at the exact point of Cesar's core. The battle was epic and ended with a painful and cathartic coup to grace by Tamari, backed by Chillo's sacrifice. The sun had completely set. Narut had managed to immobilize Dara temporarily, recovering Gar's body at the cost of a broken arm. Dedara, exasperated and injured, was forced to retreat, leaving behind an explosive decoy. Nar, with Gar's body in his arms, returned to the cave feeling completely exhausted. The cave was silent. Tamari was sitting on the floor completely exhausted. The fan dropped next to her. She was uninjured, but her face was one of pure shock. He squealled and made motionless. His chakra threads loose. Cesari was destroyed. Tamari. Tamari raised her head and saw Narut injured with Gar in his arms. She jumped up and ran towards them. The sight of her brother in Narut's hands made her sobb with relief. Nar, you brought him. You brought him. She took Gar's body. Nar dropped to the ground, exhausted. Tamari, with Gar safe, knelt down next to Chio. Tears were streaming down her face. Chio sama, we made it. But Chio, with her last breath, used her knowledge and her remaining life to perform the reincarnation of life jutsu in Gara. It was a secret that only she and Cesori knew. Tamari watched the color slowly returned to her brother's face. Life. When the process was over, Chillo collapsed, inert. Gar was still unconscious, but he was alive. Tamari stood for a moment, hugging her brother, relief flooding through him. Then he looked at Narut. He was sitting watching her, exhausted, but with his gaze fixed on her. "You did it, Yuzumaki. You kept your promise," Tamari whispered, her voice filled with overwhelming gratitude. Narut nodded, his voice rough. I did it. Now it's your turn. Tamari stood up, leaving Gajara to safety. He walked towards Nar, his body bruised and exhausted, but his eyes were shining with a burning intensity. She sat hanging over him, her body pressing on his, not caring about the wounds. It was a movement of pure necessity. You saved me. You saved my brother. I don't know how to thank you, Yuzumaki. But I told you if you succeeded the reward would be yours. Nar put his hands on his waist feeling the warmth under his clothes. His body was full of pain, but the closeness of her was the most analesic. Powerful. I don't need words, Tamari. Just your gratitude. Tamari leaned over. Her breath was hot and agitated. She kissed him this time with a ferocity and a surrender that he had not experienced before. It was the release of the whole mission, the release of tension, the connection between wind and fire. The kiss was long and deep, an exchange of encouragement and passion. Her hands were exploring his back, their bodies coming together in the stillness of the cave. Under the moonlight filtering through the hole Narut had created. Nar, despite his injuries, responded with the same intensity, savoring the victory and the reward. It was a raw, intimate moment on the edge of decency. But in the world of shinobi and danger, it was a necessary and burning consolation. The cold desert air which filtered into the cavern was the only witness to the explosion of passion between Narut and Tamari. It was a moment of raw liberation, the release of the whole mission. Tamari was hanging over him, kissing him with a ferocity that demanded more. Her hands were sinking into his hair, and their bodies, bruised and sweaty, were pressing each other with an intensity that ignored the pain. Nar moaned softly in response, his hand ascending Tamari's back, searching for the line of her neck, preparing to deepen the contact to bring the promise of the reward to its imminent climax. The game was over. This was pure physical necessity. Tamari pulled away slightly from the kiss, her breathing labored, her emerald green, eyes fixed on his with a wild, shameless desire. She bent over, her body tense, ready to consummate the urgency that had consumed her since they met in the desert. "Nar, now I can't wait," Tamari whispered, her voice husky with desire. Nar nodded, his own body burning despite the exhaustion. He pulled her closer, his intention clear, ready to respond to her urgency. Crash! Suddenly, the entrance of the cave, which Naruto had destroyed with his reenin, widened even more with a new explosion of rock and dust. A familiar silhouette marked by desert mud and urgency, appeared on the threshold. It was not Kauashi, but Sakura Aruno. She stopped in her tracks, her emerald eyes, which reflected the moonlight, opened with horror, shock, and disbelief. She had arrived at full speed without waiting for Kakashi, driven by the fear that Narut was in danger. Kanguro was already stabilized and she had run to give support. The scene before her was a punch in the stomach. Nar and Tamari hugging on the floor with Tamari's body mounted on Narut's both panting with messy clothes and lips fallen from passion. A few meters firm the inert body of Grandma Chio and the body unconscious of Gajara. The silence was absolute, broken only by the agitated breathing of the three. It took Sakura a second to register the scene, and then the shock turned into a boiling rage, fueled by jealousy and a sense of strict morality. Nar, but what the hell are they doing? Sakura's scream echoed in the cave, so high-pitched and full of fury that Gara, the newly resurrected, moved slightly. Tamar and Narut were separated instantly. Timar and rolled to the side, his face going from desire to anger in a second. Narut sat down, his exhaustion was evident, but his composure remained remarkably intact. Sakura entered the cave, her chakra boiling. His fists were shaking. It was not the zeal that moved her completely, but the absolute lack of respect for the moment. How dare they? They have an idea where they are, of what just happened here. Sakura pointed a trembling finger towards Chillow's body. Grandma Chillo just gave her life. She died to save Gajara. And Gajara, your friend, just came back from the dead and he's right there. She looked at Nar with a palpable betrayal in her eyes. And you, Nar, are an idiot, a pervert without honor. You promised me that you would focus on the mission. And the first chance you get, you wallow with her on the dust of the grave of from someone. Nar, although embarrassed by the situation, remained calm and strategic, knowing that he had to defend himself and Tamari, even if she didn't need him. Sakurachan, it's not what it seems. We've been through hell. We fought to the death against Akatsuki. It's the stress, the adrenaline, the relief that Gar is alive. It was just a way, too. Don't you dare use Chillo<unk>'s sacrifice as an excuse for your perversion, Narut. Sakura interrupted, her voice cracking with rage. I saw the way you looked at her and at me. You're a cheeky one. And you, Tamaris, you are the sister of the case. You have no decency. Tamari stood up, her own fury ignited by the Canoa ninja's attack. The excitement had vanished, replaced by the warriors anger. You don't give decency lessons to me, Konoichi of the blade. You don't know what happened here. You were playing doctor while I was risking my life. Naruto and I accomplished the mission. This is between us. A release of tension. A reward that was earned with blood. Tamari spat out the word reward with venom. Her closed fan was already in her hand, ready for the confrontation. Sakura faced Tamari. The fear of her power overcome by rage. The reward for Nar is the respect and the joy of saving his friend. Not sleeping with the first one offered right after a tragedy. I've struggled to and I'm on the edge. But I don't stoop to this. Sakura channeled Chakra into her fist. She was not going to hit Narut, but her rage was directed at the intruder, the woman who had stolen a moment that unconsciously she believed belonged to him. If you have that much energy, Aruno, come here and you sit against me. I'll show you the decency of the arena. Tamari challenged, her eyes narrowing. Nar got up with an effort, putting himself in the middle of the two. His body was exhausted, but his mind was cunning. Stop it, both of them. Naruto roared using a commanding voice that did not tolerate aftershocks. We're<unk> not going to fight. Sakur Chan, you're right. I overdid the place and the time. I'm sorry. I'm exhausted and I didn't think clearly. Nar looked at Sakura, forcing an expression of sincere regret, although internally he was complaining about the untimely interruption. Then he looked at Tamari. And Tamari, you're right, too. It's between us. But now we have two injured people to take care of and a long way back. There will be time for you to pay me my reward properly. And it will be in a place where we do not have to such a jealous vigilante. Nar winked at Tamari, a gesture of complicity that returned a spark of mischief to the sand warriors eyes. While Sakura's face lit up with a mixture of jealousy and indignation that made her tremble. Nar. Before Sakura could release a new torrent of anger, footsteps and voices were heard. Kauashi and team Guri had arrived. Their arrival was the end of the intimate moment and the confrontation. Narut Sakura Tamari. What happened here? The case Kakasi stopped when he saw Chillo<unk>'s body and the unconscious but breathing gar. The drama had been postponed. The romantic tension had morphed into a triangle of jealousy and a dangerous promise waiting to be cashed in. The drama in the cave froze with the arrival of the rest of the reinforcements. Kauashi, with his visible eye open in a grave expression, quickly took control. Chillow's body was treated with the selene respect of a fallen hero. Gara, still asleep from the resurrection jutzu, was immobilized and carefully prepared for transportation. The journey back to Sunna was an emotional and physical torment for everyone but for Narut, Tamari, and Sakura. It was a nightmare of silent tension, the procession of the burning silence. The team split up. The Gui team stepped forward. Kakashi and Narut, wounded, were carrying Chill's body. Tamari and Sakura, by a cruel twist of fate and medical necessity, were forced to escort Gajara. Nar, his arm fractured from the fight with Dedara, was walking with difficulty, but his face reflected guilt and cunning. She realized that her seduction game had cost her a brutal confrontation with her teammate, and now the atmosphere was cutting. Tamari at her side was holding Gar's makeshift bunk with a silent fury. His eyes were shining, and the energy that had sprung up in the cave had transformed into a palpable defiance. There was no regret in her, only resentment at the interruption. Sakura, walking to the other side of the bunk, moved with the cold precision of a surgeon. His gaze towards Nar and Tamari was fleeting, but charged with judgment. She had cured Kanguro and was not going to let the mission end in such a low act. At one point, Tamari adjusted the blanket over Gajara. The move brought her dangerously close to Sakura. I hope your brother recovers, but if she faints again, I hope it's from natural causes and not from the shock of seeing her own sister's lack of decency. Sakura hisses, her voice low and tense. Tamari stopped, her gaze was that of a hawk. My decency is not your problem, Kanoi of the blade. And believe me, my brother has seen worse things than a warrior taking what is offered to her after a victory. Worry about your partner. He's hurt and his momentum seems to be as big as his mouth. "My companion is injured because he was fulfilling his mission while others were distracting him," Sakura replied with an icy tone, pointing at Nar's hand with a subtle gesture, the hand that had been on Tamari's waist. Nar, who heard the passive aggressive exchange, felt a surge of tension that was not from the chase. "This is better than any Jirea training." He interjected with a dramatic cough. Ah, my arm. I think Cesar's poison is attacking my nervous system. I urgently need to be checked by the best medical Konoichi in the world. Sakura approached him with glacial professionalism. Of course, Narut, let me examine you. She did not use healing chakra. She used her fingers to painfully press the broken bone in his arm. Nar let out a stifled scream. Uggh. Sakuran, it hurts. Of course it hurts. It's a fracture. Don't move and focus on the mission. Don't let the pain make you talk nonsense. Sakura whispered in his ear. Her breath was cold, but the contact of her fingers was a mixture of healing and punishment. If you want a reward, you'll have to wait for me to decide if you deserve it, and you'll have to earn it only with me, not with the works of the arena. Tamari, seeing Sakura's subtle but possessive touch, felt his blood boil. She squeezed her fan tightly. The dry sound echoed in the valley. Some women don't have to wait for permission. Aruno. They just take what they want. And my reward has already been agreed. Nar, caught in the middle, smiled inwardly. I was exhausted, in pain, and in the middle of a women's territorial combat. It was a position of danger, but also of absolute fascination. All right, girls. Keep it up. The extra tension helps me stay awake and it reminds me of who I'm fighting for. Naruto exclaimed the chutpa returning to his voice. Kauashasi who had heard everything from afar sighed and quickened his pace covering his face with his Ichiko book. Arrival in Suna. The calm before the storm. They arrived in Suna at dawn. The village received them with a mixture of mourning for chillo and a restrained elation for the return of Gajara. The urgency of the moment forced the concentration. Gara was taken to the Uzi. Nar was immediately taken to a medical ward for Sakura to treat his arm and other injuries. Tamari stayed by her brother's side. Worry temporarily overpowering any other emotion. In the treatment room, Sakura worked on Narut's arm with intense concentration. "Don't you dare move. I'm going to fuse the bone with healing chakra," Sakura said. Her voice was purely professional. Naruto looked at her. She was so close. His skill was amazing. You're amazing, Sakura Chan. I knew you'd save Kanguro. Don't get sidetracked. Don't try to flatter me. Sakura said without looking up. I'm not flattering you. It's true. You're the best. And I'm not lying when I say you're beautiful. Even when you're angry, Narut said, his tone reverting to being the seductive one. Sakura squeezed her fingers a little more than necessary at the point of the fracture. Nar grunted in pain. Stop flirting and especially don't flirt with Tamari. She's different from me. She's the sister of a cage. It's not a joke. Nar, you're playing with fire. Sakura warned, lowering her voice. Nar stared into her eyes. I like to play with fire. And you're not jealous because I broke the rules. Sakuran. You're jealous because she found me first and I gave her something that you didn't dare to ask for. The comment was so direct, so brutal that it hit Sakura at the core of her insecurity." His face lit up in a furious crimson. "You're an arrogant man. I'm not jealous and I don't need to ask you for anything." Sakura finished the treatment, her chakra shone, and Narut's arm was healed. She stood up abruptly. "All right, you're cured. Now get dressed and go. Rest is vital. But listen to me well. Nar, you promised me something. And I don't forgive a promise. If you want to prove that you are the man you say you are, you will do it with me. I'll give you a chance. The desert has made you bold. Now we will see. If you are as brave alone, without a tragedy or a furious Kanoi from the arena as an excuse. Sakura leaned over. Her face was inches from his. Boldness was the hallmark of this new game. Tonight, I'll be in my room. It's up to you to decide if you're coming to get Canoa's real reward. But if you come, don't expect a simple hug. With those words loaded with defiance and a promise even bolder than Tamari's, Sakura left, slamming the door shut with a thud. Nar was left alone with a wide and dangerous smile. The game had intensified. She had a choice to make. the intense and unrestricted passion of the wild beast of the desert or the sweet but now bold and jealous konoichi and medical of the leaf and most importantly I could of both the burning intersection the afternoon passed with the tense calm that precedes a storm grandma Chillo<unk>s funeral was a somber and respectful event which forced Nar and the rest of the Kauashi team to join in mourning gar still asleep was the center of medical attention Narut with a newly healed arm wandered through the silent corridors of the Queskai fortress. Sakura's promise still floated in the air, cold and defiant. But before he could make a decision, his path was intercepted by the one person whose defiance was burning the most intensely. Tamari cornered him in a forgotten scroll depository, a dark and dusty place perfect for a clandestine encounter. She pushed him against the wall without saying a word, closing the door behind him with a thud. The darkness was almost total, only broken by a thin moon beam that entered through a crack. Tamari did not wait. There was no room for jokes or reproaches. His face, dimly lit, was pure fire. She was dressed in her shinobi clothes, which made the transgression feel even more urgent and forbidden. Don't you dare go to his room, Yuzumaki. Tamari hissed. His voice was low and bossy. Nar, surprised by the audacity of his attack, smiled fiercely. The exhaustion was gone, replaced by adrenaline. "And who's going to stop me? You! Me! You earned my reward. And my reward is not shared or postponed," Tamari declared. Her hand closed on the collar of his jacket with relentless force, and she drew him to her. "I don't give you chances, Nar. I take what I want. The kiss that followed was a collision of wills and repressed desire. It was not the kiss of the cave full of relief and fear. This was a kiss of dominance. Timar and forced her lips against his demanding an answer that Nar gave her with equal fury. The wind and the fire met again, but this time both wanted to be the dominant force. Narut grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up and pressing her against the scroll wall, seeking to balance the power. "You're too bossy, Tamari. Do you think you can order and Yuzumaki what to do?" Narut roared in the space between their mouths. "I can make you do whatever I want, hero of the blade. And you're going to like it," Tamari replied, her voice barely a gasp of excitement. She freed her lips to trace a burning line of kisses and bites along his jaw and neck. clothes were an unbearable obstacle. Tamari's fingers were fast and aggressive, seeking to strip him of his jacket. Feeling the warmth of his skin, Nar responded with the same urgency, his hands exploring the curve of her hip and thigh. The texture of her skin taught under the uniform, Tamari invaded his space with a hunger that surprised even the cheeky Narut. She used her fingertips and fingernails to trace fiery paths over his chest and abdomen, a rough and possessive caress that made him arch his back. Nar, refusing to be subdued, used his hands to control her movement, forcing her to submit to his rhythm. He leaned over, his hot breath against her ear. You said your lips would give the pleasure. Show me, queen of the wind. Show me that you're worth it. Tamari with a fierce smile used her mouth to trace a descending path. Her breath was hot and promising. She was not a shy woman. She was a bold warrior and her determination to possess him was a force of nature. His lips and tongue moved with an expertness that made Nar let out words of satisfaction. Sitimar and ears una. The tension intensified. The moment was consumed in caresses, kisses, and a language full of seduction and domination. The sounds of passion echoed softly in the dusty room, a forbidden echo in the heart of the fortress of the cage. Tamari's reward was intense, with no pretensions to tenderness, just the satisfaction of an overwhelming physical need. She was the indomitable wind, and he was the fire that answered her call. In that clandestine encounter, mission control and the tension of the desert were released in an explosion of aggressive intimacy, sealing their connection in a deep and definitive way. The wind had taken its toll. The promise of the arena had been fulfilled. The morning and the silent possession. Nar woke up alone, curled up under a sprinkler in a guest room of the hunting fortress. The morning sun was filtering through, revealing the dust floating in the air. The first sensation that invaded him was not the pain of the healed wounds, but a stinging delicious satisfaction. The memory of the night before, Tamari's aggressiveness and hunger, was a fire that still burned in his skin. She had not left a note, but she had left a more eloquent mark. Her necklace with the emblem of Sunna's fan had been carefully placed on her chest. It was not a simple offering. It was a clear symbol of possession and a promise of reunion. Nar smiled, his heart pounding with the adrenaline rush that only a warrior like Tamari could give him. The reward had been more than deserved. He got up and went to the medical unit. Gar had woken up. Upon entering, the atmosphere was warmer than the previous day. Kanguro, now recovered, was at Gar's side. Sakura and Tamari were also present, but the tension between them was a dense, cold fog that would not dissipate. Gara, weak but lucid, saw Nar. His expressionless face softened into something akin to relief. Narut Gar started. His voice was a harsh whisper. You saved me again. I appreciate it. Always, Gajara. We are Hinurikis. We have each other's backs, remember. Nar approached the bed with a genuine smile. Gajara's gaze then landed on Nar's neck, where Tamari's necklace was visible against his skin. Her eyes narrowed imperceptibly, and then she looked at her sister, whose posture was rigid, and her eyes fixed on the window. Gar didn't need words to understand the atmosphere in the room. "Tamari," Gara said, his voice barely audible. "Take Narut something to eat and make sure he's well rested. He's hurt." It was not an order, but a subtle statement, a warning from his cage towards both of them. Gara had understood the message. Tamaria felt with a cold formality, but her eyes met Narut's for an instant, a flash from the night before. Sakura at the side of the bed clenched her jaw. She had seen the necklace. His eyes turned to Nar with a mixture of anger and disappointment that surpassed jealousy. Sakura's challenge. The final confrontation. Nar followed Tamar and out of the room. But before they could turn the corner, Sakura stopped him, luring him into a niche with the controlled force of an expert doctor. "You didn't dare, Sakura hissed, her eyes filled with an icy rage." "She didn't ask," she claimed. Sakur Chan, "I don't know what you're talking about," Narut lied, though his smile gave him away. "Don't act stupid. I saw her necklace and his face. I offered you a chance. I told you you could earn the real reward and you walked away with the first one with the first one who gave you a trophy. Sakura was struggling to keep her voice down. Frustration was evident. She didn't give me a trophy, Sakur Chan. I earned it with blood. And she kept her word. It's simple, Narut replied, his tone returning to the cheeky one that so exasperated her. Sakura gently pushed him against the wall, her face inches from his. Anger had turned into a painful wounded pride. You're playing at being a man, Narut. But you're a fool. That woman is from the desert. She is doineering and dangerous. She used you to relieve stress, and you dumped her. Sakura raised a hand, not to hit him, but to caress his jaw with a softness that contrasted with her anger. She is a flare. But I, Nar, am home. I'm your partner. The only place where you can be yourself without playing. I told you I'm not waiting. But if that's the kind of man you want to be, playing between two women, then go away. Go to Canoa. Sakura's pride was palpable. It was his way of temporarily withdrawing from the battle, but leaving a warning that he had made a mistake. She walked away. Her figure was rigid and pained. Wait, Sakurachan, she didn't stop. No, you've already made your choice. Now go and eat with your reward and don't expect it to heal you again if you break your other arm. Farewell to the arena. The seal of the wind, the departure of the Kakasi team was quickly organized. Chill<unk>s funeral was over and Gar was out of danger. It was time for Kenoa to come home. Tamari waited for Narut at Suna's entrance away from the others. She was wearing her traveling clothes and her fan was resting on her back. His expression was illegible. Nar walked over to her. The necklace with the fan emblem hanging from his neck. I'm leaving Tamari. Thank you for for everything. Tamari took a step towards him, invading his personal space with the same boldness of the night before. She raised a hand and took the necklace I had given her. It's not a gift, Yuzumaki. It's a warning. It's my brand. It means that you belong to me and I'll come collect the rest of my reward when you least expect it. The wind travels far and fast. She lured him in for one last kiss. This time it wasn't a confrontation of power, but a kiss of promise. It was long, deep, and full of the guarded passion for the secret they now shared. A kiss that reminded him of the intensity and aggressiveness of the desert wind. As they parted, Tamari did not smile, but her emerald green eyes flashed with a cold and absolute victory. Now go away, and don't you dare forget to whom you owe your life, your friend, and your pleasure, Yuzumaki. I'll see you soon, and I don't care who's watching next time." Narut nodded, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and the delicious danger she posed. He was a hinchiki, and she was his sand kanoichi. I would never do that, Tamari. The fire does not forget the wind. Take care of Gajara. And get ready because when we meet again, I'll be the one giving the orders. With that parting, Narut turned and joined Kakashi. Looking back, Tamari was still standing, a powerful and lonely silhouette on Suna's doorstep, the fan on her back and her gaze fixed on him. The game had resumed. Nar was returning to Canoa with a bittersweet victory, a burning promise, and a conflict of jealousy waiting to escalate. The return to the icy home. The journey back to Kenoa was long and silent. Nar and Sakura traveled together with Kauashi, but the camaraderie of Team 7 was broken. The atmosphere between them was colder than a night in the snow country. Nar, although his body was recovering, felt the weight of the choice he had made. Tamari's necklace hidden under her jacket, was a tangible reminder of the wild passion she had found. Sakura, for her part, had wrapped herself in a layer of icy professionalism. I was just talking to report or to confirm plans. She had not forgotten his defiance, nor his humiliation. His anger had turned into a calculating determination. Upon arrival in Kenoa, the welcome was effusive. Nar was hailed as a hero, and Sakura praised for her medical prowess. However, before he could disperse, Sakura intercepted Nar at the door of his apartment. You have internal wounds from Cesar's poison. And although your arm is healed, the rest of your body needs chakra care, Sakura stated. Her voice was formal, but her green eyes burned with a mixture of jealousy and promise. I told you he was coming to my room. But I've decided it's better to treat you in a more controlled environment, not the hospital, my house. Nar understood the game. Sakura hadn't given up on Canoa's reward. He had simply changed the rules and the place of confrontation. It's not necessary, Sakuran. I'm fine. You know, the recovery of the Hinuriki is quick. Narut tried to protest. I'm not asking Nar. I'm giving a doctor's order. And I'm not Tamari. I don't demand for pleasure. I demand for your health. She looked at him with a clear challenge. or you come to my house for treatment that I promised or I will consider you unfit for further missions with me for disobedience and disrespect to my medical expertise. The threat was real. Narut sighed. All right. What time, doctor? Right now. And don't bring that stupid necklace. Sakura hisses, turning around to head home. Sakura's treatment. The escalation of tension. Sakura's house was clean and organized. the polar opposite of Naruto's mess. The atmosphere was suffocating with unresolved tension. Sakura took him to a private room. Take off your shirt. I need to scan your chakra system. Nar obeyed the visible seal scar. Tamari's necklace had been carefully hidden in his pocket. Sakura began the treatment, placing her hands on her chest and abdomen, applying healing chakra. The contact was not like the one in the cave. It was professional, but the closeness and the shared history made it electrifying. "What you did in Sunna was stupid. You have no idea how you got into trouble or what that woman expects of you," Sakura whispered, her eyes fixed on her work. But her breath was hot against his skin. "She expects me to keep my word just like you, Sakurachan. Is this treatment just a pretext for punishment?" Nar replied, smiling with his old insulence. Sakura looked at him, her lower lip trembling slightly. You deserve punishment. Yes, but I'm a medical Konoichi. I give rewards and punishments equally with the same intensity. Suddenly, the professionalism disappeared. Sakura, while still applying the healing chakra, bent over, using her hands not only to heal, but to trace the contours of her muscles. A touch that was deliberately sensual. She's the beast, Narut. But I'm the one with the real control, and I'm going to show you what you really lost by leaving with her. Sakura's touch became bold and possessive. She didn't kiss him. She continued her healing in a way that was intimate and forbidden, using the excuse of medicine to explore areas of his body. With the clear intention of seducing him and letting him know that she too was a worthwhile prize, she continued to apply the healing chakra on her neck where Tamari's lips had left their mark. The contact was both healing and stinging. A mixture of pain and pleasure that was Sakura's personal hallmark. I don't know what she gave you, Narut, but I assure you that with me, Kenoa's reward is much sweeter, and you won't have to hide in dusty rooms. The game had escalated to a dangerous level. Sakura wasn't going to lose Narut without a fight. She used her position as a companion and a doctor to exert a dominance that was different from Tamari's, but just as effective. Narut gasped, his hands clenched into fists. The confrontation with Sakura wasn't just physical, it was emotional. She knew his weaknesses, his history. Just when the tension was about to explode, and Nar was torn between loyalty to Sakura and the memory of Tamari, a loud knock was heard at the door. Nar, I know you're here. Old Toad Sanon needs to see you. We have a scroll problem. It was Kauashi, his eye visible in the slot of the door. His voice was casual, but his presence was a deliberate interruption. Sakura separated from Narut with a sharp movement. Her breathing was agitated, and her face was flushed with frustration and anger. Damn it, Kauashi sensei. Nar, relieved and disappointed in equal parts, quickly got up. I'm coming, sensei. I'm ready. The battle for the reward had been postponed again. The game was going on. The perverted sage and the new dilemma. Nar, his body still vibrating from Sakura's frustrated treatment, followed Kakashi to the training area where Jirea was waiting. Surrounded as usual by a stack of scrolls and an overly dramatic pose. Jirea, the Erosin, was no stranger to the tension between his wards. his expert. I immediately noticed the rigidity in Sakura's posture and the aura of danger emanating from Narut. "Hey Brad, I see that the desert has not only given you more power, but also more problems," Hirea said with a wolf-like smile, gesturing to Kauashi to retreat. "Nar rubbed his neck, feeling exposed." "Sensei, I don't know what you're talking about." Jirea let out a deep laugh. "Please, I'm Jirea, the perverted sage. I smell the romantic tension and territorial conflict four miles. You have the konoici of the leaf, sweet and furious, marking you in the infirmary and the queen of the suna wind, burning and dominant, leaving you with a necklace of possession. You're in a good mess, and you look happy about it. Jirea came closer. His mocking tone turned into one of perverse mentoring. Listen to me, Narut. Powerful women are not easy. Sakura is the home, the loyalty, the promise of the leaf. She wants you to be the hero you always were without games, but that Tamari is the adrenaline, the danger, the prize that you dared to take. She is the indomitable wind, and you showed her that you can dominate her, at least for a moment. Jirea shrugged his shoulders, his expression turned. He would come back, albeit with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. In your position, there are only two paths: cowardice or enjoyment. If you choose cowardice, both will tear you apart. If you choose enjoyment, well, make it worth it. But sensei, I don't want to hurt them. Nonsense. You've already hurt them. Indecision is the worst poison. But you don't have to decide now. A man of your caliber, a hinchi destined for greatness, does not settle for the easy. My life advice and my last love advice, don't choose. Don't decide. Follow your instinct. Follow their game and let them decide who of the two is more suitable to tie to the future or cage. Hi has already bowed. In the meantime, have fun, boy, and be smart enough not to get caught up in the process. Nar was thoughtful. The advice was unwise but liberating. The new Nar, the one who was not afraid of anything, accepted the challenge. Jirea interrupted the seriousness with a tap on the shoulder. Now, the problem with the scrolls is real. I received a coded message. The fifth cage, Tsunady, has called an urgent meeting. And guess who just arrived in Canoa as an extraordinary ambassador of the arena, the queen of the wind in person, the ambassador of desire. The news spread like wildfire. Tamari, the fierce warrior of Suna and sister of the Queskage, was in Canoa. The pretext was a new alliance treaty, but its true purpose was clear to everyone who had witnessed the tension in the desert. He had come to claim his territory. The first public meeting took place in the Tor Delo Cage Hall, a stage designed for formality and diplomacy, but the atmosphere was a tinderbox. Tamari entered the room dressed in a formal outfit, more elegant than usual, but retaining her air of authority. Her posture was impeccable. Her iron fan closed firmly on her back. His presence was a gale. Narut was there with Kauashi and Sakura. Sakura was standing next to Tsunady. Her face was a mask of absolute professional coldness, but her hands were clenched into barely visible fists. When Tamari saw Nar, her eyes stopped on him. The look was a public statement, bold and brazen. Narut Yuzumaki. It's a pleasure to see you again alive and well, Tamari said. His voice was loud and clear, but with a tinge of double antandra that only Narut and Sakura understood. Nar responded with a more respectful bow than expected, but his blue eyes flashed in response to the challenge. "It's an honor to have you in Kenoa." Ambassador Tamari, "Your presence here is a testament to the strength of our alliance." Tamari approached. The distance that diplomacy demanded was completely erased. He stopped right in front of Nar. The closeness was a provocation. The testimony Yuzumaki is mine and mine alone. The case Kaij has sent me to ensure that Sunna's interests are well represented and more importantly to ensure that our debts are paid off. She reached out her hand and instead of a formal handshake, she slid her index finger over Nar's palm. A quick electrifying touch that wasn't diplomatic at all. It was a possessive caress. Sakura reacted instantly. She stepped forward, standing next to Narut, almost touching him. His hand rested firmly on her shoulder, a clear sign of Kenoa's possession. I'm glad they care so much about Narut's debt. Ambassador, but he is under my medical supervision. Your interests are my responsibility, and for now, his only concern should be rest. The desert has exhausted him," Sakura snapped, her voice full of sweet poison. Tamari burst out laughing, a dry and provocative sound. The desert did not exhaust him. Konoichi of the leaf. The desert woke him up. And I don't think your supervision is strong enough to contain the kind of energy this man has. The tension was so palpable that sitting on her throne had to intervene before diplomacy became a sufficient jutzu. Ambassador Tamari, welcome. Narut Sakura, let the preparations begin. The ambassador needs to be accommodated. Tamari looked at Narut for the last time, his eyes promised hell. Yuzumaki, see you soon. I have many interests to discuss with you, and they won't be in public. I hope that this time your partner won't interrupt you. Tamari left, leaving Nar in the middle of a battlefield of jealousy and a promise of confrontation that he couldn't ignore. The game in Kenoa had started. The dinner and the game of the Tamari domain was hosted at the Canoa Guest Complex. Curiously located just a few minutes walk from the ninja district. The proximity was not a coincidence. It was part of the wind strategy. The first evening, a formal diplomatic dinner was held in honor of the ambassador. Nar, as the hero of the rescue mission, was obliged to attend, and Sakura, as the team's main doctor, was also present, acting as Nar's protective shadow. The atmosphere at the table was poisonous. Tamari made sure to sit directly in front of Narut. She didn't use her fan, but her words and body language as weapons. I must say, Yuzumaki, Tamari began, taking a drink with predatory grace. That the food of the leaf is slightly softer than that of the sand, but the taste of the desert, the intensity, stays with one for longer. It is a taste that marks. The word mark was thrown like a poison dart. Sakura sitting next to Nar squeezed his thigh with her hand under the table, a warning of her own possession. "Our cuisine is nutritious and balanced, Ambassador" Sakura replied with a cold smile. "We are looking for recovery." "Polonged intensity only leads to exhaustion and bad decisions." "The bad decisions are sometimes the most rewarding," Aruno ask Yuzumaki. He knows that adrenaline and pressure reveal the true nature of a shinobi and the true nature of his appetite. He replies without breaking eye contact with Nar, his green eyes shining with cheekiness. She continued the game, leaning slightly over the table to speak to Nar in a low, supposedly unobtrusive tone. Do you remember how you felt in that room, Yuzumaki? Dark, dangerous. The need to have control of the situation. That kind of intensity is not forgotten with a simple bandage. She needs to be thoroughly explored to ensure a full recovery. Tamari stopped, ran the tip of her tongue over the rim of her glass, and directed a triumphant glance at Sakura, who was boiling. Quietly, the dinner ended with a clear statement. Tamari had come to take what was hers, the counterattack of the blade. One last bold offer as he was leaving dinner. Nar was cornered by Sakura away from prying eyes. His patience had run out. Sakura's pride did not allow her to retire. "That's enough, Narut. I'm not going to let him use you this way. She's a snake. He's playing with our alliance and with you," Sakura exclaimed. Her breathing was rapid. "She's keeping her promise," Sakurachan. "And I'm not a kid. I can handle it. It's part of the game we started," Narut replied, feeling the adrenaline rush of the situation. Sakura drew closer. The fury transformed into a desperate and bold need. She wouldn't play the good girl anymore. She would use her own intensity, her own sense of possession game. Do you want to play Nar? Very well. I told you that I am your partner and that your reward is collected in Canoa, not in a dusty, cold corner of the desert. Sakura grabbed the lapel of his jacket and forced him closer. She didn't kiss him right away. She spoke. Her voice was an intimate charged whisper. Tonight, you have to choose. The ambassador is 2 minutes away from here. But my house is empty. And I won't give you marks or empty promises. Naruto, I will give you the devotion, the care, and the passion of the woman who has known you, who has beaten you, and who will now heal you. Sakura bent down. Her breath was hot and her intention lethal. Come to my house, Narut, and I assure you that after whatever we do, you won't dare look at that stupid necklace in the sand anymore. I will show you why Canoa will always be your true home. Forget about the intensity of it. I will show you the real passion, the real control, the Canoa reward that will make you forget everything." Sakura finally kissed him. It was a dominant kiss, full of the frustration of months and the urgency of zeal. It was not the kiss of a shy girl. It was the kiss of a Konoichi who had seen death and now wanted to reclaim life, her life. She pulled away from him, her eyes glowing dangerously. It's up to you, Nar. I'll let you, but you can't have both. Tonight, the game ends. If you come to my door, I promise there will be no interruptions this time. Sakura left, leaving him shaking. The choice was an exquisite torment. The midnight explosion, the decision of the hero Nar slowly walked to his apartment. The conflict was unbearable. Tamari was the adrenaline rush, the danger, the perfect shinobi for his new bold personality. Sakura was the story, the loyalty, the emotional base that kept him in Kenoa. He pulled out Tamari's necklace, feeling the cold of the metal on his hand. Then she thought about the urgency and the pain in Sakura's eyes, the bold promise she had made. The game was over. I had to choose. I can't be the coward. Jirea sensei is right. I don't choose. They decide who is more suitable. And the one that has challenged me the most, the one that has dominated me the most in its own game is the one that deserves my answer. Nar took a deep breath. He put Tamari's necklace in his pocket and started up. His step was decided. He did not go to Sakura's house where the atmosphere was one of control and treatment. He went to Sunna's guest complex. He went towards the danger. He arrived at the ambassador's office. He knocked on the door. Tamari opened dressed in a fifth simple jumpsuit, her blonde hair tied in a high bun. Her eyes sparkled with an anticipated victory. You were late, Yuzumaki. I thought your partner had kept you for a little therapy. Nar slammed the door shut. His own determination was now the dominant force. No, I'm the one giving the orders tonight, ambassador, and I'm not here to talk about treaties, Narut gently pushed her towards the wall, but with enough force for her to understand his intention. You are here to fulfill the promise of the arena. Tamari whispered, her eyes burning with desire, "I'm here to show you that you don't belong to me. I belong to you, and you belong to me. The game of who dominates is over. There's only the reward now, Narut roared, and the kiss that followed was a collision of two burning wheels. The intensity of the meeting was immediately turned on. Diplomacy had dissolved into brute passion, mutual mastery, and the urgency of their unique connection. Tamari clung to him with the force of the wind, and Narut answered her with the fire of his chakra. While the passion consumed the ambassador, at Sakura's house, the medical Kanoi was waiting. Minutes became life. In an hour when the clock struck midnight, Sakura knew the truth. The pain was a sharp twinge, but the fury that followed, it was a wave of exploding chakra. She had lost the challenge. Sakura left her house with a speed that only rage could fuel. She ran straight to the guest complex. She did not stop to think about diplomacy. He arrived at Tamari's suite. The door was unlocked, an insult to discretion. Sakura slammed it open. The scene was a dry blow to the stomach. Nar and Tamari wrapped in each other. Their bodies intertwined, the passion evident in the gloom. Tamari raised her head. Her expression was one of absolute triumph. Nar froze, his face a mixture of desire and the terror of being discovered. Yuzumaki, you're an idiot. And you, Viper, how dare you do this in my village. In front of my face, Sakura shouted. Tamari burst out laughing. A cruel victory laugh. I already told you, Aruno. The wind is not waiting for permission. And when I'm with him, I forget all the rules of your canoa. This is my reward. And you have lost, Sakura. Accept it. He is mine, Tamari declared. Sakura's fury exploded. He did not use a jutzu, but his pure physical strength directed not at them, but at the wall of the room. Crash. The wall disintegrated with a deafening impact. The explosion of jealousy made the building shake. I haven't lost anything. And you can't claim it. Sakura screamed, her eyes filled with tears of betrayal and rage. The love triangle had reached its breaking point in an explosion of jealousy and passion. Sakura's chakra explosion had shattered the sidewall of the ambassadors suit, sending a torrent of dust and debris. The moonlight, now unobstructed, bathed the scene of betrayal and passion. Nar and Tamari separated enough to cover themselves with her kimona, but their bodies were still dangerously close. Nar's expression was a mixture of terror at Sakura's fury and an undeniable fascination at the ferocity of the situation. Tamari, however, showed no fear. His face was one of absolute and cruel triumph. She knew she had won this round and she wasn't going to be modest about it. I haven't lost anything and you can't claim it. Sakura screamed, her eyes filled with tears of betrayal and a rage that threatened to shake the foundations of Kenoa. Tamari burst out laughing, a dry victorious sound. I already told you, Aruno. The wind is not waiting for permission. And when I'm with him, I forget all the rules of your canoa. This is my reward. and you have lost Sakura. Accept it. He's mine. In an act of supreme provocation, which was the straw that broke the camel<unk>s back of Sakura's pride, Tamari didn't just challenge with words. She looked directly into Sakura's emerald eyes, and with a deliberate and sensual slowness, she passed the tip of of the tongue by the lips. Tamari's lips, still swollen from the kisses, were moist from the contact, and glistened in the gloom. The gesture was unmistakable and deeply intimate. A silent declaration of what had just happened carried out with brutal brazeness. Sakura remained motionless. The color faded from his face, and the shock at Tamari's audacity overcame his initial fury. The image was a declaration of war that transcended romantic jealousy. It was a direct attack on his status, his honor, and his village. You filthy viper. Sakura screamed. But it wasn't just out of jealousy anymore. It was because of the diplomatic betrayal, the dishonor of acting like this in Kenoa, and the blatant mockery of Chillo<unk>s sacrifice. Tamari smiled with satisfaction. "Now you understand," Konoichi, the game has really started. Nar realizing the severity of the disaster, tried to intervene. "Sakurachan, wait. It's not worth it." Sakura completely ignored him. He turned. His posture was rigid and determined. Shame and pain had turned into a cold resolution. I couldn't fight the wind with brute force. I would use the Canoa rules. Ambassador Tamari, you have just committed an act of dishonor that goes beyond a simple personal conflict. He has used his diplomatic position to seduce and divert a Hinchuriki and a hero of the leaf, disrespecting the rules of my village and the spirit of our alliance. Sakura looked at the smoking hole in the wall, a product of her own rage, and then looked at the shattered room, which was now a scene of the crime of passion. Narut is an idiot. Yes, but you are playing a game with much higher interests than simple lust. This is over. I'm going to notify the Okage right now. She will know how to deal with an ambassador who uses the guest rooms for low to conspiracies. The truce between our villages has just become very, very tense. Without another word to Narut or Tamari, Sakura ran out of the suite, leaving the chaos behind. His way was not to his house, but directly to the Oage Tower. She was going to expose Tamari's game, to the only person who could stop and punish him. Tamari shrugged, victory still in her eyes, but a hint of worry clouded her face. Damn it, Yuzumaki. Your partner is more dramatic than I expected and he uses too much force. I warned you, Tamari. Sakuran does not forgive a betrayal and never underestimate her. Nar said his heart was pounding with anticipation of Tsunad's inevitable rebuke. The disaster was total. The passion had provoked a highlevel diplomatic incident. And now the future of the alliance and the love triangle depended on the decision of the fifth Okage. The trial of the Okage. anger and diplomacy. Sakura's furious scream not only shattered a wall but also the veil of discretion in Canoa. Minutes after the disaster, the rumble reached the ears of the fifth Okage, Tsunady. The anger of the Sanin was not long in coming. Sakura, with a pale but firm face, was the first to introduce herself. His account to Tsunady was surgical. It focused on the improper conduct of an ambassador on allied territory, the disrespect to the morning of Chio, and crucially, the use of her position to improperly influence Narut Yuzumaki, a vital asset of the leaf. He refrained from the most explicit details, but the subtext of betrayal and possession was unmistakable. Nar and Tamari were summoned to the tower. Tamari arrived first. His composure was impeccable, his face a mask of cold diplomacy. Nar followed her, showing off the exhaustion and panic of the kid caught red-handed. Tsunady was sitting on her throne, her forehead furrowed in a wrinkle of legendary fury. Next to him, Shizun watched in horror. Yuzumaki, Ambassador Tamari<unk>'s voice was a thunderclap that made the rafter shake. Explain yourselves. They just created a diplomatic incident in my village and they have destroyed public property. Tamari spoke first. Her tone of voice was meless but with a tinge of defiance. Okajama, I am sincerely sorry for the damage to your property. It was an overreaction to a heated discussion about the terms of the new treaty we were trying to negotiate. Nar is passionate and my partner, Miss Aruno, seems to have an explosive temper. An unfortunate misunderstanding. Nar was stunned by Tamari's audacity to blame him and Sakura. N hit the desk with a fist. The sound was a warning. Don't take me for a fool, ambassador. The mission reports talk about a reward and a game. And the destruction of a room is not a discussion about a treaty. It is a territorial conflict. And Yuzumaki, your indiscretion at a time of mourning is inexcusable. Okajama, me, I'm sorry for allowing the situation to get out of control, but the ambassador and I were just celebrating the success of the mission. Narut stammered, unable to betray Tamari completely. Tsunade leaned back, her eyes narrowed. She understood the dynamic. Two powerful Kanoi fighting for the Hinchuriki. But unlike Sakura, Tsunady saw the potential for the alliance. If Narut chose Tamari, he would unite two villages. If he chose Sakura, he would strengthen Canoa's core. The problem was recklessness and diplomatic danger. This stupidity ends now, Tsunady declared. His voice trailed off, becoming a sentence. Ambassador Tamari. Her behavior is unacceptable for a diplomat. I order you to return to Sunna immediately. I will inform the hunting party of their diplomatic mistake. To guarantee the peace and the approach of both villages, he is forbidden to step on leaf territory except by official convocation of cages for the next 3 months. The alliance is more important than your personal games. Tamari pressed her lips together. The defeat was bitter, but Tsunad's order was unappealable. Three months of exile. Understood. Okajama. I will convey your terms to the case. Tamari said a spark of defiance shone in his eyes. Soonady turned to Narut. And you, Narut Yuzumaki, you will be punished for this utter lack of discipline. You are relegated to low-level missions outside the village and without direct contact with team 7 for the same 3-month period. You need time to focus on your growth and forget the distractions of the desert. And I don't want to see that stupid sand necklace on your neck. The punishment was twofold. A de facto exile for both lovers. A truce forced by the oage so that the waters would calm down. The seed of persistence. The punishment was a shock but also a release. Narut and Tamari knew that 3 months was not enough to stop the game. It would only force him to be more subtle and persistent. The final meeting was at the entrance of the village, guarded by Abu, to ensure that Tamari left. Tamari approached Nar, her face a mask of frustration and a desire not yet satisfied. "Damn it, Yuzumaki. Your old woman has punished us like children. We deserved it. But you can't deny that it was worth it, Nar replied with a cheeky smile. Tamaria felt his gaze was intense. She took off the necklace from the fan she was still wearing and handed it to Nar. Put it away and put it under your pillow every night. It's a reminder that your reward still belongs to me and that your grandmother's truce means nothing to the wind. I'll find you. I'll send the wind to get you. And when you return to Sunna or when I return here, the reward will not be just one night. It will be my complete possession. Nar took the necklace, his heart pounding with the promise. So I guess I have three months to train my endurance. Right, queen of the wind. You better, Tamari whispered. And for the last time, she kissed him. It was a quick kiss, but full of the frustration of parting, a contact that was a promise of fire. Then he left without looking back. a powerful figure receding on the horizon. Naruto was left alone. The defeat of this round was clear, but the anticipation of the next one was intoxicating. The removal of the blade and Sakura's new promise, Nar returned to his apartment to prepare for his first punishment mission. Sakura was waiting for him inside. Her face was no longer one of fury, but of resignation and a renewed possessiveness. Three months of solo missions. Good job, [ __ ] You deserve it, Sakura said. I guess you're right, Sakur Chan. Will you come and heal my wounds before I leave? Sakura approached him. She did not touch him, but stood at an intimate distance. No, you've already made your choice, and she's already given you your reward. But Sununade Sama gave us 3 months of concentration. You will focus on your solitary missions, and I will focus on my training and my healing chakra. When you come back, I won't be the same woman you saw last night. She looked at him with a determination that was more terrifying than Tamari's fury. The Queen of the Wind gave you a necklace and a promise from a distance. I will give you the devotion of the leaf and a reward that no one can interrupt, even with a hole in the wall. Go away. And don't you dare forget that even if you travel far, your true home is here, and I'll be waiting for you. The game is not over, Nar. It's just on pause. Sakura left with that last warning. Nar was left alone with two burning promises and three months of lonely missions to think about his impending fate. To be the center of the rivalry of two of the most powerful Konoichi in the shinobi world, the curse of exile and the lament of the hero Narut was in his apartment throwing his mission clothes into a bag. The news of his punishment, three months of low-level missions out of Canoa and away from his comrades, was burning like heat stroke. He felt less like a hero and more like a teenager punished by the Quintto cage which was ironically his adopted grandmother. He stopped squeezing Tamari's necklace into his fist and let out a grunt of pure frustration. Damn, damn Grandma Tatsunade. Nar bellowed, hitting the wall this time with care so as not to replicate the disaster of Tamari. He left me without Tamari, without his body, without her giant breasts and her firm ass. Three months without the queen of the wind, he dropped down on his bed, his head in his hands. The punishment was not only the separation from the wild beast of the desert, but also the ban from seeing his teammates from team 7. And even worse, I'm walking away from team 7. So, the healing skills of Sakuran's hands will not be able to help me release this stress. Not even a quick and professional treatment. What am I supposed to do now? I'm going to explode with frustration. Naruto's dilemma was both physical and emotional. The passion unleashed in Suna had rewritten her needs, and now she was in a state of force deprivation by a very strict cage. Whether the surprise of the mission companions for his fate or the cruel irony of fate, Tsunad had decided that although Narut should be punished, he could not go completely alone. He was a hineriki and his skills required some support. His mission, classified as B and C, would take him to the country of the waves to solve problems of banditry, and he would be accompanied by two companions. On the morning of his departure, Nar arrived at the main gate of Canoa to meet his temporary team. The first partner was predictable, Rogal. The young man with the bushy eyebrow, ran towards Nar, full of fervor. Nar, my ardent friend, it will be an honor to accompany you in this mission of youth and effort. We will train every night to overcome this adversity," Lee exclaimed with his usual hyperbolic enthusiasm. "Thank you, Lee. I need some of your enthusiasm right now," Nar replied, forcing a smile. But it was the second companion that stopped Nar's frustration in its tracks. Standing next to Lee was a Konoichi that Nar hadn't looked closely at since his training trip with Hirea 3 years ago. Tenton. Tenton was dedicated to the weapons and logistics specialty of the Gui team. In the past, Narut had seen her only as the girl who throws things. But 3 years of hard shinobi training had transformed her. The change was shocking. Tenton was wearing his traditional Chinese attire. But now, the uniform enhanced a figure that was the epitome of athletic endurance. Her body was not bulky or giant like Tamari's. There were no exaggerated curves to look for. Instead, everything about her was firm, compact, and powerfully defined. His arms and legs were pure muscle. His bearing was that of a taut arrow. The most remarkable thing for Nar was his flat, sculpted, and hard abdomen, the result of thousands of hours of training. Extreme physical with the gui equipment. It could be seen at a glance that Tenton possessed an endurance and physical energy that rivaled anyone. Nar stood staring at her. all his frustration about Tamari and Sakura momentarily forgotten replaced by a new and unexpected fascination. Tenton smiled calmly, picking up a scroll from his belt. Good morning, Nar ready for the mission. Don't worry, I'm not as dramatic as the rest of your team. Tentonu, Narut managed to articulate me. What? Ready to go? Excellent. Nar looked at her, his mind of Arosin and Jr. He lit up with the possibilities. Tenton's military discipline combined with his stamina and steely physique presented a new and tempting challenge. Damn it. Three months of punishment and now I find myself with this. Nar thought feeling a renewed enthusiasm. Her body is amazing, firm, without any grease. I can imagine that a woman with such resistance not only gives up easy and the energy he must have for combat or for something else. Punishment had suddenly become an unexpected opportunity. A new game of seduction in exile with Tenton, the steel Kanui as the new target. At the beginning of the mission and the brazeness of the resistance to the team of three, Narut, Lee, and Tenton departed from Kenoa. The mission to go to the land of waves was routine, but the team dynamics were anything but ordinary. Rogul, with his inexhaustible energy, immediately put himself in the lead, doing sprints and push-ups every time they stopped. Tenton, for his part, maintained an unwavering professionalism. She was all efficiency and order, checking equipment and plotting routes. To Nar, however, she was a fascinating athletic work of art, and the enforced abstinence made him unable to be subtle. As they were walking, Nar approached Tenton. His tone of voice was low and charged with double antandra. "Hey, Tenton, I have to ask. Your training with the Guri team is legendary. You must have an off-the-charts stamina, right?" Nar asked, directing a cheeky glance at her firm abdomen. Tenton didn't even blink. As a weapons specialist, stamina is vital for scroll handling and chakra control, Nar. Besides, Lee Wisen say doesn't give you a break. His answer was purely logistical. Sure, sure. Chakra control, Nar insisted, leaning in a little more. But I say resistance in general. I mean, your physique is impressive. He's so firm. It shows that you could take anything, right? I wonder how tough you really are. Tenton blushed slightly, a fleeting crack in his steel facade, but he pulled himself together immediately. Naruto, I do not know if such comments are necessary for the success of the mission.