Let's make a harem in Naruto- CH-24. Your beard has grown big

"Humph, it's that smart guy Aoki. To ensure more people watched his competition with Rasa, he secretly spread the news. Fortunately, he's not completely foolish. He knew not to spread it too widely, so he only informed the jonin and senior chunin."

Ebizo paused while holding the document, then picked up another one and began reading, muttering as he did, "Aoki is such a clever idiot. It's not wrong to say he lacks foresight. What if some of these ninjas who know about the Third Kazekage's disappearance are well-hidden spies or have been bribed by other villages? What then?"

Chiyo was silent for a moment, then said meaningfully, "Let's wait until Rasa arrives."

"That's true, sister. It's not a bad idea to hear that boy's opinion."

At this point, the Third Kazekage had been missing for two days. The Chiyo siblings had long given up hope that he was still alive. As she spoke, Chiyo suddenly thought of her only grandchild.

He, too, was a talented puppeteer, and it was only a matter of time before he surpassed her. But for some reason, he had suddenly rebelled. The thought depressed Chiyo, as the boy had always been well-behaved since childhood.

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In a deserted underground cave somewhere in the Land of Wind. A man in a black robe, with only fiery red hair visible, stood deep in the cave. His posture was elegant, clearly that of someone who had received strict and proper education from a young age.

The man in the black robe gazed at the two puppets before him, which were so lifelike they could pass for humans. They continuously released wind and fire chakra ninjutsu.

At first glance, the two puppets appeared human, but upon closer inspection, it was clear they were puppets made entirely from humans!

"Ah, they truly are worthy of being the personal guards of Lord Kazekage. The human puppets crafted from them are exceptional, ranking among the finest!" The black-robed man with fiery red hair admired the scene before him, speaking in a neutral voice that made it impossible to discern his gender.

After speaking, the man in the black robe moved the index finger of his left hand slightly. The two human puppets floating in the air, continuously releasing ninjutsu, immediately landed on the ground.

Then, the man in the black robe turned his gaze to the figure lying on a stone bed not far away. The man on the stone bed lay with his eyes open, staring blankly at the cave ceiling, blinking mechanically every ten seconds or so.

He wore thin undergarments, his slender yet muscular frame suggesting he was in his thirties.

Though the man in the black robe knew the man could no longer hear any external sounds—his brain's nerves had long been severed, leaving him a vegetable—he still spoke to him in that same neutral voice:

"Don't worry, Lord Third Kazekage. I will reunite you with your left and right guards in a few days. For someone as exceptional as you, I must prepare the finest materials for your human puppet, so as not to disgrace you." With that, the man in the black robe extended his fair, slender left hand, retrieving two scrolls from his pocket. He tossed the scrolls onto the heads of the two human puppets behind him.

As soon as the scrolls touched the puppets' heads, they unfurled automatically, and the puppets vanished in a puff of smoke. The two scrolls then seemed to be guided by an invisible force, flying back into the man's hands.

He quickly wrote the numbers "thirty" and "thirty-one" on the scrolls. The handwriting was elegant and neat, the kind that might lead one to believe the writer was a clean, kind-hearted individual.

After completing this, the man in the black robe habitually glanced at the middle-aged man on the stone bed.

"Don't worry, Lord Third Kazekage. I will make you my proudest and most perfect creation, ensuring your reputation as the strongest Kazekage remains untarnished." The man in the black robe suddenly clapped his hands, picked up a green syringe, and walked gracefully to the Third Kazekage's side.

"Ah, it's time for your afternoon nutrient injection. I must ensure your health before gathering all the necessary materials. Come to think of it, it's already the second day since your disappearance. Given the Sand Village's usual temperament, it must be in chaos by now."

"Haha, the ninja world has been at peace for eleven years. This terrible world is about to plunge into the Third Great Ninja War. To spare you the sight of the Sand Village's misery during that time. I will transform you into a human puppet as soon as possible, while maintaining perfection. As your former subordinate, I'm not such a bad person, am I?"

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"It's settled then. Rasa said yesterday that he'd have dinner with me today!" The angry, cold voice of a mature woman echoed through the corridor outside the Sand Village.

Yasha looked at Pakura strangely, "Then why don't you eat in the evening? Rasa is coming to our house this afternoon."

"No! Rasa is coming to my house this afternoon!" Pakura declared angrily, quickly walking over to Rasa and clutching his left arm. Rasa felt Pakura's soft, elastic chest pressing against his arm and caught a whiff of her fragrance.

He wore a helpless smile but remained silent.

In this situation, he thought it best not to speak. But is this the legendary Shura field? Rasa dismissed the thought. Pakura's behavior didn't seem like jealousy—it felt more like she was fighting over dinner plans with a close friend.

Seeing this, Yasha, backed by her sister, refused to back down as she had the day before. She said bluntly, "Why are you being so overbearing?"

Pakura, a mix of aloofness and hot temper, shot back, "So what if I'm overbearing? Rasa and I agreed on this yesterday!"

Yasha hadn't expected Pakura to be so unreasonable. Her face flushed with anger, "You—you're being ridiculous! Anyway, I don't care what you say. Rasa agreed to come to our house this afternoon!" Yasha pouted, glaring at Pakura.

But Pakura wasn't fazed. She clung tightly to Rasa's arm, her ample chest pressing against him.

"Sister, don't be angry." Karura, who had been silently observing, finally spoke up to comfort her sister. After calming Yasha, she turned her gaze to Pakura. Seeing Pakura clinging to Rasa's arm, her chest pressed against him, Karura raised an eyebrow.

But when she noticed Pakura's angry expression, Karura's eyes widened slightly, as if surprised. Then, her gentle smile softened further, and she spoke in a friendly tone, "Pakura, since you're a year older than me, may I call you Sister Pakura?"

Pakura was taken aback by Karura's politeness. Though she sensed something off, she didn't want to appear petty in front of Rasa.

So, she nodded cautiously, "Sure."

Seeing Pakura agree, Karura's smile brightened. She hesitated for a moment, as if thinking, then clapped her hands and said, "You and Rasa made plans first, so it's our fault for intruding. How about Rasa visits our house tomorrow instead?"

With that, Karura shifted her gaze from Pakura to Rasa. Rasa smiled back at her. But after a few seconds, he averted his eyes. There was no particular reason—it was just that the way Karura looked at him was so tender, so affectionate. Rasa even felt as though her eyes were trying to envelop him completely.

And when had Karura started calling him by his name? Earlier that morning, she had addressed him as "Master Rasa," but now she casually dropped the honorific without even asking.

But Rasa didn't mind, so he didn't correct her.

"Lord Rasa, Lady Chiyo requests your presence in the Kazekage's office." Suddenly, a woman in a yellow windbreaker and an eagle mask appeared before Rasa. She was about to kneel on one knee but then remembered something and simply bowed slightly.

"Thank you, Mery. You've worked hard." Rasa thanked the plump woman politely, then turned to Pakura, "Pakura, go on ahead. I'll come to your house after I'm done."

Pakura raised her thin eyebrows heroically, "Do you even know where my house is?"

"Yes, it's the third house in the first row on the eastern edge of the village center."

A happy smile spread across Pakura's beautiful face, and she chuckled, "Haha, how did you know? I thought you didn't."

Rasa made up an excuse to cover for himself. He would never admit that Benizuki had secretly told him earlier. After watching Pakura leave, Rasa turned to Karura, about to say something.

But he found her staring at him, her gentle smile and half-moon eyes filled with warmth. Seeing this, Rasa suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Uh, Karura, I'll come to your house tomorrow afternoon, is that okay?"

Karura nodded, her smile unwavering. But instead of speaking, she quickly walked over to Rasa. She extended her fair hands and gently straightened Rasa's slightly disheveled clothes. Then, she pulled out a clean white handkerchief from her pocket.

Though she stood at a perfect 1.73 meters, she was still shorter than Rasa, who was 1.85 meters tall. So, Karura had to rise slightly on her toes to wipe the sweat from Rasa's face.

Rasa watched Karura's careful expression as she wiped his face. Feeling the soft towel gently brushing his skin and catching the faint scent of her perfume, Rasa's heart was unexpectedly moved.

He instinctively wanted to turn his head, but Karura's gentle voice stopped him, "Wait, don't move. It'll be done soon." After finishing, Karura neatly folded the handkerchief, tucked it back into her clothes, and placed her hands behind her back.

Her soft, expressive eyes reflected Rasa's figure clearly. Suddenly, Karura laughed. She reached out with her fair fingers and gently touched Rasa's chin. Tilting her head, she said softly, "Your beard has grown so long. Aren't you going to shave it?"

Rasa felt her delicate fingers gently tracing the stubble on his chin, circling slowly.

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