CH-7. Wanna come to my house?

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For the past hour, he was basically just a spectator.

On the one hand, it was because he needed to recall the plot.

On the other hand, Rasa could reversely infer the general direction based on the performance of the original work.

But if we break it down further, such as manpower deployment and border defense replacement, he, a modern person who lived a stable life, would not understand these things.

Although Rasa had also read a lot of historical texts and texts about farming in other worlds,

the situations in the ninja world were different, so he dared not just talk about it.

Rasa had only taken a few steps when he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance.

Although Rasa was not familiar with this fragrance, he was not unfamiliar with it either.

Rasa looked at Pakura strangely as she began to follow him closely.

"Pakura, what's wrong?"

Pakura tucked her hair on her forehead, and a hint of blush could be seen on her cold and pale face.

Her eyes fell on Rasa's face, which could not be described as particularly handsome but could only be described as above average, and then she quickly turned her head away.

"Nothing, it's just that we haven't seen each other for half a month. Why don't we have a meal together?"

Only then did Rasa remember that his favorability with Pakura had reached twenty-nine points.

In Pakura's opinion, he and she were already good friends.

Rasa hesitated for a while. He had never had a girlfriend or any female friends before he transmigrated.

He used to return to his rental house after work at 9:30 every day.

He would spend half an hour reading the news and watching videos, an hour playing games,

then take a shower, wash his clothes, and go to bed around 11:30. He was a very typical otaku-type office worker.

To be honest, he had absolutely no experience in communicating with women, so Rasa was a little hesitant.

Although Pakura turned her head away on the surface, she was secretly observing Rasa out of the corner of her eye.

When she saw that Rasa didn't say anything and his expression was obviously hesitant, her brows furrowed for a moment, and she involuntarily crossed her arms across her chest.

A layer of cold frost began to cover her beautiful face, and her cold voice, which originally did not contain any emotion, was obviously full of resentment:

"Why, is the future Fourth Kazekage-sama beginning to dislike me, his old friend?" Pakura said with a pout.

Rasa's face suddenly showed embarrassment. He shook his head and explained, "How is that possible? I was just thinking about where to go for dinner."

When Pakura saw Rasa's anxious expression, she felt inexplicably happy.

The lines on Pakura's face softened immediately, but her tone returned to its usual coldness.

"Where are we going to eat? It's too much trouble to go to those restaurants in the village. If the two of us Jonin go to eat together, there will definitely be a lot of people joining us, and the food in those places isn't very good."

After giving the reason for rejecting the idea of eating out, Pakura's face flushed, though she herself did not notice. She turned her head slightly.

"I remember you haven't been to my house yet. We have such a good relationship, but you haven't even been to my house. This is too unreasonable. Just come to my house and try my cooking."

Hearing this could be interpreted in a variety of ways.

Although Rasa understood that it was impossible for anything to happen with Pakura's favorability level of only 29 points, most of the time, she just treated him as a good friend.

But Rasa was a man, especially a transmigrator who had been single for twenty-three years.

He still couldn't help but look at Pakura's breasts, which seemed more prominent because she crossed her arms.

Then Rasa naturally shifted his gaze to the white armpits that were exposed because of her armpit-revealing clothes. The skin under her armpits was smoother than snow, without any armpit hair, and it was dazzling.

Then Rasa moved his gaze downwards, passing her exaggerated wasp waist and looking directly at her long legs. He kept staring until he reached Pakura's white toes, exposed because she was wearing ninja sandals.

The crystal-clear toes were very round and close together in a slanting line, forming a very obvious Egyptian foot shape.

The big toe was full and round, as white as pearls, while the other four toes were delicate and slender, like white snow.

Rasa looked at the toes, which resembled a work of art, and couldn't help but imagine the shape of her feet after she took off her shoes. They must be very beautiful.

There were always sandstorms in the Sand Village all year round. A sandstorm would come every few days, and even the entire Wind Country was in a terrible state.

In addition to the scorching sun, cloudy days were very rare.

He didn't know how these female ninjas from the Sand Village could maintain such fair skin in such a harsh natural environment.

After looking for a few more seconds, Rasa finally looked away reluctantly, nodded, and walked out the door, "Okay."

If this were in modern times, Rasa would definitely not dare to stare at a woman's body for more than ten seconds like this.

But since Rasa came to the Naruto world and possessed the golden finger, he had just convinced everyone in the meeting. His personality began to change subtly without him noticing.

That's when his hidden character began to gradually reveal itself.

This change was still so subtle that even he hadn't noticed it.

Pakura twisted her perky butt, took graceful steps, and followed Rasa silently with a slightly blushing face.

Naturally, she had noticed Rasa's blatant gaze at her that lasted for more than ten seconds.

If someone else had done the same thing, the hot-tempered Pakura would have already taken action. But facing Rasa, her best friend, who was also her only best friend of the opposite sex, not to mention hitting him, she couldn't even bear to scold him, for fear of ruining their friendship.

Moreover, Pakura felt an inexplicable joy and happiness in her heart that she herself was not quite sure about.

When Yasha saw Rasa walking out the door, her eyes immediately lit up. She was about to speak when she saw Pakura following closely behind Rasa.

Seeing this scene, Yasha fell silent.

The light in her eyes dimmed slightly, but her gaze drifted uncontrollably toward Pakura next to Rasa.

After just looking at Pakura for a few seconds, Yasha quickly withdrew her gaze, but found that her eyelids were becoming heavier and heavier. She laughed at herself in her heart and finally gave up the idea of inviting Rasa to her home.

Rasa had no idea what Yasha was thinking.

After greeting Yasha as usual, he walked down the stairs.

Pakura followed Rasa closely. When she passed Yasha, she looked at her meaningfully.