Ngirozi Shinji
Tsubaki thought of the name with a mixture of fear and reverence. She couldn't shake the memory of that day out of her mind. From the depths of her heart, she could tell he was messing with her, but for what reason did he have to embarrass her like that?
The ice was thick enough to stop her from having hypothermia, but strong enough to bind her —it didn't feel like ice. Like that wasn't enough, Shinji left enough space in her nostrils to keep breathing. If that wasn't toying with someone, what is?!
'I hope he is not part of the group that attacked our two villages recently.'
The black-haired woman sighed at that thought. The sudden attack on the two villages signaled that there is another group trying to escalate the fight against the two villages. What made it blatant is the fact that Kurenai Village only lost one Tama-Artist.
'Although we lost a samurai the same grade as me, I can't shake the feeling that this group is mocking us for being the weaker side.'
