Yukihime sat beside Nathan on a wooden bench near the edge of the village, her posture as graceful as ever despite the simple setting. Evening had settled over the forest, painting the paths and rooftops in soft shades of gold and shadow. Around them, the village remained busy. Shinobi moved quietly between houses, finalizing supplies and exchanging reports before leaving for their assigned routes.
For a while, Yukihime watched them in silence.
Then she turned her dark eyes toward Nathan.
"Would it not be easier to simply go there and kill him, Nathan sama?"
Nathan glanced at her. "Kill Norihiro, you mean?"
Yukihime smiled.
"Kill all your enemies, Nathan sama."
Her smile was beautiful enough to make most men forget how to breathe.
Yet the words behind it were cold.
