"Sister, the pendant around your neck is so beautiful."
The girl's crisp and lively voice echoed in the silent room.
Karura, who had just returned home, heard her sister's words.
She subconsciously stroked the circular redwood hanging around her neck, shaped like a Ping'an buckle.
A warm smile appeared on Karura's face as she gently felt the smooth pendant.
"Your brother-in-law just gave this to me; it started as a rectangular piece of redwood, and he hand-crafted it into this shape right in front of me."
Speaking of this, a flash of deep emotion crossed Karura's eyes.
Although most Ping'an pendants are made of ore or metal, those made of wood are very rare.
But as long as it was a gift from Rasa, Karura felt immense joy.
Furthermore, it was hand-made specifically for her, so she was far too happy to feel even a hint of disdain for its material.
Yashamaru, whose facial features had become more defined and mature compared to half a month ago, listened intently.
She blinked her large, sparkling eyes and asked cautiously:
"Sister, can I see it?"
Seeing her sister's timid look, Karura let out a chuckle and pet her smooth hair with her pale left hand.
"It's just a touch, of course you can."
Having received her sister's permission, Yashamaru leaned in close.
She was careful not to bump Karura's belly, which was already showing signs of pregnancy.
Then she extended her slender hand and carefully touched the Ping'an buckle-shaped redwood.
Upon contact, it felt incredibly delicate, not at all like the texture of ordinary wood, and it carried the warmth of her sister's body.
A very pleasant, faint fragrance wafted from it.
This scent from the redwood was completely different from her sister's natural body fragrance.
As soon as Yashamaru smelled it, she felt a jolt go through her entire body.
Her originally tired mind instantly became exceptionally refreshed and energetic.
"It's so nice... this redwood must be worth a fortune."
Seeing the faint trace of envy in her sister's eyes, Karura smiled dotingly again.
She teased her: "Oh my, are you complaining in your heart that your brother-in-law is playing favorites?"
Yashamaru shook her head quickly, her eyes flickering: "How could I have the right to complain about that?"
Karura, who had raised her sister, saw right through her duplicity.
She gently pinched Yashamaru's smooth cheek and pulled a four-leaf clover-shaped redwood from her bosom.
"Your brother-in-law likes you so much, how could he possibly not prepare a portion for you?"
Yashamaru, who had been feeling dejected, saw her eyes light up the moment she saw the four-leaf clover pendant.
When she heard her sister's words, her eyes actually began to moisten with tears.
Karura, seeing this unexpected reaction, hurriedly wiped the moisture from her sister's face with her soft fingers.
"Don't cry..."
To comfort her sister, she decided to reveal the information she had planned to save for last.
"My good sister, stop crying, look at how much your brother-in-law spoils you; this wood is a treasure, and wearing it around your neck won't just slow down your aging, but it can also..."
After finally calming her sister down, Karura breathed a sigh of relief.
Her sister had been sensible since childhood, rarely crying or throwing tantrums.
Because she had such an obedient sister, Karura was actually quite unpracticed at comforting people.
Thinking of this, Karura reached down and stroked her stomach with a bit of a headache.
She only hoped the baby in her womb wouldn't be too rowdy, or she might be worried to death given her lack of experience.
"Sister, when do you plan to move in with Brother-in-law?"
Karura looked at Yashamaru in surprise, noting that she had stopped crying.
Before Karura could ask, Yashamaru, who was stroking the four-leaf clover pendant, spoke up.
A somewhat mature smile appeared on her face, and her voice still carried a bit of a nasal tone from her previous crying:
"The baby in your belly is already two and a half months old, so the wedding will probably be held soon."
"With your personality, you might have had reservations before, but now that the war is over and you're pregnant, you'll definitely move in to take care of his daily life, right?"
Karura was silent for a moment and said apologetically: "Yashamaru, I'm sorry, I don't want you to live alone, but..."
"Who said I was going to live alone?"
"I'm moving in too; with Brother-in-law's personality, he won't mind, and his house has plenty of spare rooms for me, right?"
"Eh?"
"Eh? You want me to go and negotiate with the Rain Village?"
"Rasa, can I really do it? Maybe you should send someone else?"
In the Kazekage's office, Pakura stood dressed in a conservative black ninja outfit and high heels, her smooth insteps exposed.
Her cold face clearly showed an expression of embarrassment and hesitation.
If it were a mission to kill someone, Pakura would agree without a second thought.
But to go and negotiate with others was far too difficult for her.
Rasa admiringly looked at the embarrassment on Pakura's beautiful face, a rare sight for her.
Even when she had used her jade feet to help him with his physical needs, she hadn't looked this flustered.
After admiring her for a few seconds, Rasa spoke up slowly.
"I know you aren't good at talking in circles, but when you get there, you just need to read the contents of this paper."
Pakura took the paper Rasa tossed her and quickly unfolded it to read carefully.
The content wasn't long, only a few hundred words, and it wasn't particularly complex.
With her memory, she had it mostly memorized after a few glances.
Once she had committed it to memory, the paper in her hand spontaneously ignited without a flame.
"Did you negotiate with the leader of the Rain Village in advance?"
Rasa nodded with a smile: "Yes, so you just need to follow the script I wrote and go through the motions."
"I will also arrange for a clever female Chunin to accompany you; she will handle the unimportant diplomatic pleasantries."
"In a few years, an elder from the Council will retire, and I want to arrange for you to take that spot."
"While your combat achievements are sufficient, you lack achievements in civil administration; if I push you up now, others might grumble."
"So, by handling this formality and building your seniority for a few more years, you will go from Jonin Pakura to Elder Pakura without issue."
Pakura's eyes narrowed slightly as a smile of anticipation appeared on her face.
Just as Rasa said, even though she was just going through the motions, the result was real.
As long as the Rain Village continuously transports water in the future to solve the Sand Village's water crisis, everyone will owe her a favor.
The villagers won't have to suffer anymore, and they won't have to meticulously calculate every drop of water they drink.
Families won't have to awkwardly share the same bathwater in turns.
Seeing the look of anticipation on Pakura's face, Rasa could guess what she was thinking.
Rasa smiled but said nothing.
The predecessors of the Sand Village had certainly thought of borrowing water from neighboring countries.
But unfortunately, at that time, the Sand Village was notorious and surrounded by enemies.
No ninja village dared to lend water to the Sand.
Even if they did, they would demand an exorbitant price.
How could the poor Sand Village of the past have the financial power to deal with such greed?
And relying solely on human labor to transport water over long distances was far too time-consuming and labor-intensive.
The water in the containers would likely evaporate after just one day in the desert.
Even using horse-drawn carriages would result in a net loss.
Due to various factors, the water-borrowing plan only remained a dream.
But now with Rasa, the Sand Village has several firm allies.
Especially after winning the Third War, these allies have no choice but to sell water at a low price.
And they also possess the Swifts.
With the speed of a Swift, they can carry a massive storage tank holding over a hundred tons of water and return within half a day.
Rasa's Magnet Release can easily manufacture perfectly sealed storage tanks for that purpose.
The evaporation loss that once gave everyone a headache has been reduced to nearly zero due to the speed and the advanced containers.
Twenty Swifts departing together can transport over five thousand tons of water in a single day.
All it costs is the Chakra and time of a few dozen Chunin.
Given the pitifully low average water consumption in the Sand Village currently, five thousand tons is enough to last for a while.
Of course, this is only a temporary fix.
Rasa intends to build a long-distance transport pipeline between the Land of Rain and the Land of Wind in the future to save time and effort.
However, he is still considering the material for the pipeline and how many transfer stations to establish.
A few minutes later, Pakura pushed open the door and left with a slightly strange gait.
Rasa murmured in his heart: "All the women in the Sand Village are now wearing the Wood of Purity."
"In a few days, I'll find an opportunity to give the remaining pieces to the women in other places."
Although Yashamaru wasn't Rasa's woman, he had always treated her like a sister.
So he had given her a piece of the Wood of Purity as well.
However, the wood given to Yashamaru was not shaped into an anal plug like the others.
As for the Ping'an buckle-shaped wood around Karura's neck, that was because she was currently pregnant.
For the sake of the baby, Rasa wouldn't be that perverted.
Three nights later.
Minato Namikaze walked down the night-time streets, looking at the laughter and joy of the civilians around him.
He felt his mental fatigue vanish, replaced by a surge of fighting spirit and drive.
Starting three days ago, Lord Third Hokage began letting him handle various political affairs and guiding him personally.
Furthermore, every lunch hour, he was arranged to meet with the leaders of various ninja clans in Konoha.
These actions were clearly meant to groom him as the successor to the Hokage position.
Although this compressed Minato's personal time to the extreme and reduced his training time, he was more than willing.
The sense of satisfaction from working for the sake of Konoha was simply too wonderful!
Occupied with these thoughts, Minato Namikaze unknowingly arrived at his home.
He saw the warm light shining from the windows of his house.
A thick sense of happiness welled up in his heart; this was the warmth of home.
No matter how late he returned, someone was always home waiting for him.
Yes, starting three days ago, Kushina Uzumaki came to Minato's house every afternoon without fail to prepare dinner and clean.
Then she would quietly wait for Minato to return so they could eat together.
Thinking of this, Minato Namikaze let out a slight sigh of regret.
His fiancée was acting more and more like a dutiful wife.
But in that aspect, she was still just as conservative, perhaps even more so than before.
She would still finish eating, wash the dishes, and then immediately rush out the door.
She wouldn't even stay the night, let alone linger for a while.
And when sitting with him, she always kept a significant distance between them.
It was as if they were back to the distance they kept when they first met.
Really... he wasn't a man controlled by his lower half.
In the past, he might have felt some impulses.
But starting three days ago, when facing Kushina Uzumaki, his physiological urges had gradually faded.
Perhaps his love for her had reached a higher, more spiritual level?
Minato Namikaze pushed open the door while thinking about these things.
"Minato, welcome back!"
Kushina Uzumaki, dressed in very conservative loungewear, was already waiting in the foyer.
The moment she saw Minato walk in, she bowed slightly and spoke softly with a brilliant smile on her face.
Seeing Kushina's behavior, even after witnessing it for three days straight, Minato still felt incredibly happy.
He spoke while changing his shoes: "You've worked hard too, Kushina."
If one were to judge solely based on Kushina's greeting and the expression on Minato's face, anyone would assume they were a happy married couple.
But if they watched further, they would likely be shocked.
Kushina Uzumaki did not step forward to take Minato's coat.
She simply stood at a distance with her bright smile.
Minato Namikaze was used to changing his shoes and removing his coat by himself.
The two maintained a distance of two meters, walking into the living room one after the other as if they were strangers.
Then, Minato and Kushina politely entered the kitchen together, collaborating to bring the prepared food to the table.
Once the food was served, they did not sit close together like an engaged couple.
Instead, they sat on opposite sofas as if they were guests.
Yet the expressions on their faces and the tone of their voices were so intimate.
Minato Namikaze picked up a bowl filled with white soup and took a sip, finishing it in one go before praising her.
"Kushina, your soup-making skills are getting better and better!"
Minato had tasted her soup a few times before, but it was usually only of an above-average level.
But starting three days ago, her skills had suddenly improved by leaps and bounds, the taste being worlds apart from before.
Not only was the flavor excellent, but he felt more energetic and refreshed the more he drank it.
However, aside from the soup, her cooking in other areas hadn't changed much.
Kushina Uzumaki looked down quickly, seemingly out of shyness, and said: "Honestly, you're acting like my soup was bad before."
Seeing his fiancée's shy look, Minato Namikaze rubbed his head embarrassedly.
But Minato did not see that beneath her lowered head, Kushina's face held no shyness, only shame and resignation.
She quietly clenched her hands, her heart full of helplessness: "Minato, don't blame me..."
"It's your own fault for not noticing, even though I've dropped so many hints..."
The two chatted while they ate.
The atmosphere was harmonious and warm, but it completely lacked the feeling of lovers, feeling more like close relatives.
Minato Namikaze, who had been an orphan, didn't notice any difference in the atmosphere.
He only felt that the current atmosphere was much more comfortable than before.
Half an hour later, he watched Kushina Uzumaki hurriedly leave after clearing the table and washing the dishes.
Minato Namikaze shook his head helplessly and frowned slightly.
His fiancée's walking posture had been very strange starting three days ago.
Even now, after three days, it was still exceptionally weird, just slightly more natural than it had been on the first day.
Thinking of this, Minato Namikaze sat on the sofa and looked at the ceiling with a confused expression.
When he first noticed her strange gait, he had asked her out of concern.
But Kushina had claimed it was just her monthly "time of the month."
"Strange... does a woman's walking posture really become that weird during her period?"
"And in all the years before, I never saw her walk so strangely."
Minato's gentle, questioning voice echoed in the hall, but no one was there to answer him.
He lay on the sofa, thinking idly about the matter as his mind wandered.
Suddenly, he sat bolt upright, his brow furrowed as if recalling something.
He suddenly remembered that in the novels written by his master, there were certain descriptions of this nature.
"Strange walking posture... unnatural swaying..."
Minato muttered a few keywords, trying hard to recall the relevant content Jiraiya had written in his books.
Finally, Minato Namikaze remembered the specific passage from one of his master's novels.
But he wished he hadn't.
Sweat began to pour down his face, his breathing quickened, and his eyes were filled with inner turmoil.
"It's impossible, Kushina would never do that; she's a very conservative girl, how could she do such a thing!"
"I'm definitely overthinking it!"
Conflict-ridden words kept pouring from Minato's mouth.
But the harder he tried to convince himself, the more his fiancée's strange walking posture flashed through his mind.
Combined with the memory of what his master had written in that novel, he felt even more convinced.
He felt that his fiancée's strange gait was because she was clenching something inside her butt!
Minato Namikaze flipped over and jumped off the sofa, not even stopping to put on his shoes as he ran to the study.
He tremblingly selected a book from the shelf, flipped through the pages rapidly, and stopped at a certain section.
"She inserted the anal plug into her own butt to obtain unparalleled stimulating pleasure."
"Whenever she walked down the street with a strange posture, facing the suspicious gazes of passersby, she felt her whole body being stimulated to the extreme!"
Minato Namikaze read the content aloud with a trembling voice and collapsed weakly onto the floor.
The thin book lost its support and hit the ground with a thud.
After an unknown amount of time, Minato Namikaze's gaze became firm.
He clenched his fists and said resolutely: "Kushina is such a good girl, I can't doubt her based on a groundless guess!"
As if to reinforce his thoughts, Minato continued to mutter: "Yes, maybe Kushina just has some discomfort in her lower body."
"I just need to ask the female Anbu who follow her at all times, and then everything will be clear."
Kushina Uzumaki walked down the busy street.
She did her best to make her gait look normal while suppressing her internal shame and excitement.
She tried to walk with her head held high and her chest out.
With every step she took, the redwood inserted into her rectal canal would bump against the surrounding walls with her movements.
It brought waves of unparalleled, stimulating pleasure!
Especially while walking on the main street.
Because she was constantly worried that passersby would notice her abnormality, she had to walk in very small, ladylike steps.
The psychological stimulation from this only served to trigger her body's pleasure to the maximum!
Although the redwood that lecherous devil provided was oddly shaped and unlikely to fall out once inserted, Kushina still couldn't control her body's reaction.
She involuntarily clenched her buttocks tight, making the redwood inside her canal fit even more snugly against her flesh!
The journey, both agonizing and thrillingly tense, finally came to an end.
Kushina Uzumaki hurriedly opened the door to her house and locked it behind her.
Once done, she rushed to the bathroom.
She stripped her clothes off in record time and reached down to pull the redwood out of her rear.
As the redwood, which had been inside her for a day and was now covered in moisture, was pulled out by Kushina, her face was instantly flooded with a strange flush.
She half-closed her eyes and moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure.
From behind her smooth, pink buttocks, a large amount of viscous fluid continuously flowed out.
At the same time, from within her neatly trimmed "black forest," a large amount of white, sticky liquid spurted out!
A few seconds later, the twitching Kushina Uzumaki could no longer support herself and collapsed weakly into the bathtub.
Enjoying the supreme pleasure, she lay in the tub as her body spasmed.
Her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open, but the name she uttered was not Minato Namikaze.
"Rasa... Rasa... I hate you..."
"You... you really are the biggest pervert of all..."
Kushina Uzumaki repeatedly muttered Rasa's name for several minutes.
Finally regaining a sliver of reason and strength, she let out a dazed sigh and began to wash herself with cold water.
"Is that so? No abnormalities at all?"
"Then why has her walking posture been so strange for three consecutive days?"
Near Kushina Uzumaki's house, Minato Namikaze stood looking at the bowing female Anbu.
Although his face was calm, his brow was slightly furrowed as he spoke.
The female Anbu wearing a rabbit mask bowed her head slightly, her cool and pleasant voice coming from behind the mask.
"Lord Minato, Lady Kushina has been having her period since three days ago, and this time it is much more painful than ever before..."
Hearing the Anbu's cold words, Minato Namikaze finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his furrowed brow relaxed.
It was indeed just his imagination; Kushina was only acting that way for three days because of a particularly severe period.
He had wronged her.
As for doubting the female Anbu's words?
These women were all elites hand-picked by the Third Hokage from his most trusted direct subordinates.
It was impossible and unnecessary for them to lie to him about such a small matter.
Sure enough, his fiancée was still that exceptionally conservative and pure girl!
Feeling guilty in his heart, Minato Namikaze nodded calmly: "Good, you may go."
"Hehe, why the sudden urge to summon me?"
Rasa looked at the cold-faced Kushina Uzumaki standing before him in pajamas, holding the glowing dagger, and chuckled.
Kushina's face was filled with undisguised disgust as she tossed the dagger onto the nearby table and said coldly:
"When you gave me this dagger, didn't you say I should call you if that bottle of medicine was almost empty?"
"The bottle of medicine for Minato is nearly gone."
A brilliant expression appeared on Rasa's face.
He lunged like a starving wolf, tackling Kushina Uzumaki onto the floor.
"That's quite an excuse you found, but I think you actually just wanted to be fucked!"