Iwasaki's consciousness had already begun to grow somewhat hazy.
Something's wrong… wasn't I carrying out a secret mission on the border of the Land of Fire?
"Mmm~ Iwasaki-sama, you haven't come here for quite some time."
As she spoke, a woman had already climbed onto him, bringing her red lips close to his.
No… I'm on a mission… the border… the Land of Fire…
Amid the chaotic thoughts, he vaguely remembered that he was supposed to be carrying out a top-secret mission at the border.
Yet the scene before him was far too real: the scent of incense that stirred desire, the woman's coquettish voice, the warmth of skin beneath his palm…
In the end, through gritted teeth, his rationality still prevailed.
"Wind Release: Wind Cutter!"
Iwasaki let out a low roar.
As chakra surged, a wind blade formed in his hand and was thrown directly at the woman before him.
However, the expected scene of the illusion shattering did not occur.
Blood splattered.
The woman who had just been making soft, coquettish sounds on top of him was directly pierced through by the wind blade.
Iwasaki froze in place, staring blankly at the blood on his palm.
The metallic scent of blood entered his nose, filling the entire room.
"M-Murder!"
"The ninja-sama has gone mad again!"
Chaotic footsteps, cries, the sound of objects being knocked over and shattered…
Disorder filled the entire private room.
The women who had been surrounding him had already fled in terror.
Soon, they rushed out of the room, shouting even louder.
Their cries stirred unrest throughout the tavern.
"What's going on?"
A cold female voice cut through the noise.
Soon, a Kunoichi dressed in shinobi attire, with a sexy and graceful figure, stepped into the room.
She was tall, wearing Hidden Sand attire, though three buttons of her top were undone, revealing part of her full curves.
Her gaze swept across the scene before finally settling on Iwasaki's face.
She was a shinobi hired by the tavern to maintain order.
"You killed one of our people."
"I… I thought it was genjutsu…"
Iwasaki spoke incoherently.
In the end, he could only recount everything about how he had been carrying out a mission on the border of the Land of Fire.
The female shinobi listened carefully, fell silent for a moment, then let out a soft sigh.
"Another case of mistaking dreams for reality due to mission stress… there have been quite a few like this recently."
She stepped closer, looking into his eyes.
"Do you still remember the details of your mission? Who assigned it to you? What are your companions' names?"
Iwasaki opened his mouth, only to find his mind blank.
He tried to think hard, yet no matter how much effort he put in, he could not recall anything about the mission.
The mission details, the person who assigned it, the names of his companions… all were like smoke, impossible to grasp.
"Then… was everything before really just a dream?"
"It seems your mental exhaustion is too severe."
The Kunoichi's tone softened.
"Many shinobi experience this after being under long-term tension. Perhaps… you need to relax."
Iwasaki knew she was right.
He had indeed heard of similar cases: shinobi who remained under high pressure for long periods would, upon suddenly relaxing, suffer mental confusion and mistake dreams or hallucinations for reality.
He himself had once encountered a mad Chunin in a tavern who insisted he was on a secret mission, only to be taken away by the medical unit in the end.
Back then, he had mocked those shinobi. Who would have thought it would happen to him so soon?
"But… it felt so real…"
Iwasaki muttered.
"The reason illusions are frightening is precisely that they feel so real."
The Kunoichi said softly, her fingers unconsciously tracing across his chest.
"This is what it means to be a shinobi. Dancing on the edge of a blade, lingering between life and death. Losing yourself from time to time is perfectly normal."
"I also often find some male shinobi going wild after finishing missions."
As she spoke, the tip of her tongue licked her lower lip, her gaze carrying a suggestive meaning as she looked at Iwasaki.
Her fingertips traced downward across his chest, bringing a ticklish sensation.
Just as Iwasaki thought she would go further, continuing downward, the Kunoichi suddenly chuckled and handed him a sheet of paper.
"Although I sympathize with you, please pay the compensation first."
"Huh? Com… compensation?"
"Of course. Our tavern invested a great deal to train her.
"Body conditioning, etiquette training, special techniques for the bed…"
With a heavy expression, Iwasaki took the bill, only to find it was for one hundred thousand ryo.
He immediately let out a long breath of relief.
"Hah… thankfully, it's only the reward of a C-rank mission."
Thinking about how the S-rank mission he had just completed had earned him a full one million ryo, he relaxed and paid without hesitation.
The Kunoichi put away the receipt, her voice softening again.
"Here, money can buy many things. As long as you can afford it, you can find any kind of woman."
As she spoke, she leaned close to his ear and blew softly.
The tingling sensation in his ear made Iwasaki fully relax.
The lust within his body had already been fully stirred by this Kunoichi.
His invasive gaze swept across her curvaceous body.
"Really? Does that mean even you are included?"
As he spoke, his hands had already begun to wander.
Hearing this, the Kunoichi let out a soft laugh and directly leaned down, pressing her soft lips against his.
After a long while, the two separated.
"Of course~ If it's you, I might not even charge you~"
She spoke while breathing, her fingers undoing another button of her top.
The last trace of Iwasaki's rationality finally snapped.
With a low roar, he flipped over and pinned the Kunoichi beneath him.
Not only did she not resist, she instead smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and entwined her legs around his waist.
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