What's wrong with having a large harem if you're the emperor of the ninja world?

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She subconsciously turned her head to look at Uchiha Izumi, who remained silent and seemed invisible to the side.

The voice was barely audible, carrying a final, insignificant struggle and plea:

"Um...could you...please...go outside for a moment?"

She tried to retain the last shred of her pitiful dignity.

They were trying to make the deal look less blatant and embarrassing.

However, Di Yan simply smiled knowingly and remained silent.

Uchiha Izumi's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

The curve carried a hint of mockery and understanding.

She remained silent as well.

Even his eyes didn't show the slightest fluctuation.

Silence is the clearest answer.

Here, no one cares about Temari's opinion.

Her sense of shame was utterly insignificant.

What she called a "deal".

It was destined to be an unequal sacrifice from the very beginning.

Temari's face turned so red it was almost bleeding.

The immense embarrassment made her wish she could disappear immediately.

But at the same time.

Di Yan painted a beautiful picture of the future, and had an urgent hope of saving his younger brother and the village.

Like two large hands, they firmly grasped her heart.

Temari knew that she was smitten.

Rather than watching in despair as my brother and the village sink into ruin.

What this man offers comes at an unimaginable cost.

But it is a path where hope can be seen.

He defeated Konoha and took control of the Land of Fire.

His strength is beyond doubt.

perhaps……

Perhaps we can really trust him?

A trembling, uncontrollable trembling began to spread from my fingertips.

Ultimately, all the struggles, shame, hesitation...

All of this transformed into a resigned despair and a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve.

She slowly and with great difficulty raised her arm, which felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

His fingers trembled as he reached for the belt around his waist.

That exquisite belt, representing the identity of a Sunagakure ninja.

Under her fingertips...

It was being untied little by little, slowly...

It was as if all her past insistence and pride had been dispelled.

The gears of fate slowly meshed at this moment.

Turning in an unknown but predetermined direction.

……

The morning sunlight streamed through the hotel's simple windows, casting bright beams of light into the air.

Tiny dust particles danced in it...

Di Yan opened his arms, allowing Uchiha Izumi to meticulously and respectfully straighten every wrinkle in his robes and tighten his belt.

Quan's movements were gentle and skillful, her eyes lowered and obedient.

It was as if everything inside the room last night had nothing to do with her.

His gaze, however, fell into the depths of the bed.

Temari was curled up there.

Her smooth back was exposed to the morning light, her skin gleaming softly like fine silk, contrasting sharply with the dark sheets.

Several ambiguous red marks remained on it.

It silently tells the story of last night's madness.

Di Yan dressed himself neatly and walked to the bedside.

He reached out and lightly patted her pert buttocks, making a crisp sound.

"Wake up, the sun's already high in the sky. How long are you going to sleep? "

His tone carried a hint of post-hoc languor and mockery.

Temari's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

She had actually woken up a long time ago.

Or rather, I barely slept a wink all night.

The physical pain and the immense emotional shock made it impossible for her to sleep.

As soon as it was light, she closed her eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep.

I had absolutely no idea how to face this absurd and shameful morning.

Now that she's been directly exposed, she can no longer pretend.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and slowly and with great difficulty sit up.

She dared not look at Di Yan, nor did she dare look at Uchiha Izumi beside her.

He just kept his head down and grabbed the clothes scattered at the foot of the bed.

They hurriedly put the clothes on.

Every movement appeared clumsy and flustered.

Her fair skin flushed deeply with embarrassment.

Di Yan leisurely enjoyed watching her embarrassed yet charming appearance.

It's as if you're admiring a piece of art that belongs to you, that has just been unpacked and marked.

at the same time.

His consciousness sank into the system interface.

The results of last night's "in-depth exchange" are already evident.

[Acquisition: Wind Release: Great Breakthrough (Mastery)]

[Acquisition: Wind Release: Wind Slice Technique (Mastery)]

[Acquisition: Wind Release: Net (Mastery)]

[Acquisition: Blade Mastery (Proficient)]

A series of insights into Wind Release ninjutsu were incorporated into his memory.

It's as if he's been practicing asceticism for many years.

Sunagakure truly lives up to its reputation as a master of Wind Release.

Temari, as one of the best among them, has mastered the Wind Release techniques, which are indeed exquisite and practical.

But these are just appetizers.

What concerned Di Yan most was the vague information in the next line of the system prompt:

[Target bloodline latent trait detected: "Magnetic Release" (Gold/Iron)... Compatibility is increasing... Further communication is needed for analysis and copying...]

"Magnetic Release..."

Di Yan silently recited the words in his heart, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

This is the real good stuff!

The bloodline limit that made the Third and Fourth Kazekage famous.

The power to manipulate gold dust or iron dust, whether for combat or...

Perhaps there are other unexpected uses as well.

"It seems we need to communicate a few more times."

Di Yan looked at Temari, who was facing away from him, trying to fasten the buttons on her back but failing several times due to her trembling hands.

A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This princess of Sunagakure is far more valuable than she realizes.

She herself, and the potential treasures of her bloodline.

All of this made Di Yan feel that this "deal" was quite worthwhile.

"Move quickly."

Di Yan snapped out of his thoughts and urged, his tone returning to its usual indifference, "Once you're ready, take me to see just how poor your Sunagakure is."

His hand rested seemingly casually on the windowsill.

But his gaze was already fixed on the village outside the window, shrouded in sand and dust.

It was as if they were examining a desolate land that was about to be incorporated into their territory.

Temari was the first key he used to unlock this land.

...

On the streets of Sunagakure.

The sandstorms seemed more turbulent than usual.

A crowd gathered, and a cacophony of voices surged forth.

Every word was like a cold needle, piercing Temari's ear.

"Have you heard? The higher-ups have made a decision!"

"Three days from now! At the arena in the center of the village!"

"They want to... they want to forcibly remove one of the tails!"