Chapter 83

Kitazawa looked at the tightly shut bathroom door and couldn't help but smile.

Although Kurenai Yuhi had a bold personality, there was a limit to it after all.

"I won't come in, take your time."

Kitazawa called out, then turned and returned to the living room.

He sat on the sofa, thinking about new training for his students.

Naruto Uzumaki's Transformation Jutsu had already been handed over to Kakashi Hatake.

His task was to get into the top ten in the next monthly exam, so his new training was very simple: just like Hinata Hyuga, drill questions frantically.

Uchiha Sasuke's goal was to blow a ten-meter-high Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu.

He had already completed tree-climbing training, and next, he should proceed to chakra nature transformation training.

As for Hinata Hyuga and Ino Yamanaka, Kitazawa didn't understand their clan's secret techniques, so they could only continue to deepen their chakra control abilities.

As for Yakumo Kurama, it was still physical training, developing her Kekkei Genkai, and learning new genjutsu.

Inside the bathroom, steam rose.

Kurenai Yuhi sat in the bathtub and slowly let out a breath.

Soaking in the hot water, her body relaxed, and the previous panic disappeared along with it.

"What's up with that guy?"

Kurenai Yuhi stretched out her fair arms; ripples spread in the bathtub, vaguely revealing her graceful silhouette.

Her heart was full of doubt because Kitazawa's behavior just now had exceeded her expectations.

It was like a docile cat suddenly turning into a fierce tiger.

"But it's more fun than before."

Kurenai Yuhi chuckled and said.

After finishing her bath, she stood up, changed into clothes, and left the bathroom.

Footsteps sounded.

Kitazawa turned his head subconsciously; Kurenai Yuhi, with wet hair, walked toward him.

She was wearing a yukata, which was a lightweight kimono, equivalent to pajamas.

The yukata was very loose, covering her figure; her long, fair legs were invisible, only a pair of bare feet were visible.

What a pity... no black stockings.

Kitazawa stood up and found the hairdryer.

Kurenai Yuhi had intended to take it directly, but suddenly thinking of something, she retracted her outstretched hand.

She had always been unyielding; having been startled by Kitazawa earlier, she had to pay him back now.

"I'm a guest."

Kurenai Yuhi blinked, hinting.

"Then sit down."

Kitazawa understood the subtext and said with a smile, "I'll dry your hair for you."

"Thanks."

Kurenai Yuhi sat down with her back to him.

She sat up straight, her back leaning slightly forward.

Kitazawa glanced at her.

Although separated by the yukata, her back looked very aesthetic, with soft curves forming an alluring arc with her waist and hips.

Kitazawa's gaze moved upward to her hair.

He turned on the hairdryer and blew it with hot air.

Kurenai Yuhi's lips curled slightly, a hint of triumph in her heart.

She turned her head subconsciously and saw Kitazawa's serious expression.

For some reason, she felt her heartbeat skip a beat.

Kurenai Yuhi hurriedly looked away.

She lowered her head and stared blankly at her feet.

The last person to dry her hair for her was Shinku Yuhi, who had passed away many years ago.

"You'll sleep in the room on the left tonight."

Kitazawa touched her smooth hair and turned off the hairdryer.

"Mm."

Kurenai Yuhi stood up, tucked her hair behind her ears, and looked at him.

"Anything else to say?"

Kitazawa met her gaze and asked with some confusion.

"No... nothing."

Kurenai Yuhi turned and walked to the room door, saying, "Goodnight, see you tomorrow."

The door was closed; Kitazawa withdrew his gaze, finished his bath, and returned to his room.

The night passed without incident, and when he opened his eyes, it was the next day.

Kitazawa changed his clothes and opened the door, catching a faint fragrance.

He followed the scent to the kitchen, where Kurenai Yuhi was making breakfast.

She was wearing a red dress with a white apron tied around her waist, standing straight in front of the stove, her black stockings pulled slightly taut.

"I forgot to say yesterday, this dress suits you very well."

Kitazawa complimented her.

"Thank you."

Kurenai Yuhi glanced at him and said generously.

"It's my turn to thank you for getting up so early to cook."

Kitazawa shook his head and said.

"It's nothing."

Kurenai Yuhi said casually, "Because you were the one who cooked yesterday."

After the two finished breakfast, they continued to discuss Yakumo Kurama's new genjutsu.

A day passed in the blink of an eye.

Kurenai Yuhi didn't stay overnight again; after dinner, she went home.

Kitazawa felt a bit regretful, but it was okay.

After all, his relationship with Kurenai Yuhi was visibly getting better and better.

The next day, a new week, time entered May.

At the entrance of the Ninja Academy, in front of the bulletin board.

"Neji, you're the top of the grade again."

Tenten, wearing her hair in buns, showed an "as expected" expression.

"Mm."

Neji Hyuga said in a calm tone.

Since enrolling, he had always maintained the top spot in the grade and was long used to it.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see."

Neji Hyuga noticed more and more students and frowned slightly.

"Eh? Wait!"

Tenten subconsciously glanced at the grade ranking for the first years nearby and said in surprise, "Look at the first place in the first year!"

Neji Hyuga stopped in his tracks and looked up.

Upon seeing the four characters "Hinata Hyuga," he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"Is that famous Uchiha Sasuke actually only in second place?"

Tenten felt it was incredible.

"Looks like just a genius who doesn't live up to his name."

Neji Hyuga said with a cold face.

After saying this, he turned and walked toward the classroom.

Tenten hurriedly followed.

The two walked into the classroom and saw Rock Lee, in his green jumpsuit, doing one-handed push-ups.